been there, done that (silver)

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MUSIC so sick - ne yo WORDS 421 NOTES lol I had no idea how to start, hope this is okay.

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED There are times when he thinks that he should've never come here in the first place. Part of him thinks that he would've been content to stay in Hoenn for the duration of the war, helping her out and directing his thoughts to the war effort there to distract him of the hopeless situation at home. Still, there are things here that he's managed to get done, places he's managed to visit and people that he's found - or rather, not found - and answers to the questions that he's had in his head from almost the very beginning. He sometimes thinks he should go back. Lately, he's been having more and more of these thoughts, coming back here and looking out into the watery path that leads to a different region where he can take flight and head back to where he belongs. Most of these excursions end in failure - what most often happens is that he'll stand, immobile, only remembering that he has something left to do when an hour has passed and telling himself he'll leave after it's done, and never coming back. Then, a couple of days will pass and he'll be back where he started, staring out into the ocean and contemplating whether this time will be that time, or end up like all the others. To be completely honest, his hopes aren't too high this time, either: he vaguely remembers that there are still people to find, places to visit, tasks to be done, and his time in Johto has barely begun, let alone finished. Yet another part of him thinks that if he stays here any longer, he'll lose the little part of himself he's managed to keep in tact for so long. Besides, he has no pokemon that knows surf, no pokemon that can breathe underwater (he used to, but that was the past, things happen). There's no way to go back, even if he wants to. The hour's almost up. It's around this time that he turns back, flipping through the pokeballs in his pocket until he can find the one to fly (run, climb) back to whatever inane location he feels like being at the moment, knowing he'll be back again soon. Instead, he continues to stand there, pulling his goggles over his eyes when the wind picks up, spraying salt water over his face. He's not sure why he does it, but it feels better, somehow, so he decides that he'll stay there for a few more minutes. No hurry, no rush.

made by KING of PRE & OTE

[Silver]

Decisions and opportunities are similar, and usually end up leading into one another. When an opportunity comes a decision must be made very similar to the relations of cause and effect. If you see an opportunity then the decision on whether to seize it or let it pass.

Silver in the past wouldn't hesitate to skip on an opportunity, he was ambitious doing whatever it took to get ahead. He'd lie he'd stolen he'd cheated the ends justified the means always. That much hadn't changed, he'd like to believe his interactions with people kinder than him or stronger than him, and generally better than him had ultimately changed him for the best. Silver, however was no fool.

He knew in his heart he hadn't changed nearly as much as others believed. He was still self serving, he still had quite the temper and he was still extremely vengeful, that was for damn sure.

The rocket heir reevaluated himself constantly these days, the decisions he made and the opportunities he seized himself as well as those he denied, too stubborn to take them his pride always a step ahead. Today on his own whim he'd returned to where it all began. Where his life first started to really change.

He'd been abandoned on route two there was no denying that. Father told him that directly to his face and still the heir hadn't gotten over it entirely for that matter, however his life really started to changein New Bark Town. It was where he met his official starter a team member who'd managed to stay alive this long in despite the world's current circumstances that cut his expected lifespan in half. He also met someone who was as close to a genuine friend as he could get, other than his Pokemon of course.

The two rarely if ever saw eye to eye back then and on many topics they still never would. He was the one who saved Silver from himself back then, the constant losses agains the boy forced him to realize his inadequacies before he had the strength to do it on his own. And long after their random encounters the golden capped boy could make him crack a genuine smile every now and then, a feat in itself.

However according to his reports that boy was dead, that mindset that saved him was long lost in the war. It was crushed by the fallen lighthouse in Olvine. It was smothered in the flames that ravaged Cianwood, and finally leveled in the ceaseless earthquakes that tore through Goldenrod.

When Silver first saw the boy overlooking the pier that lead to the Indigo Plateau or rather Tohjo Falls. Silver was left with an opportunity, another decision that could change his relationship forever.

He felt himself hesitate the capped boy hadn't noticed him much too focused on what was ahead of him. Ironically that was how Gold had always been; focused on the future the next goal, a case of endless tunnel vision. What was behind him victories, losses and everything between never really mattered to the boy as he was already focused on the next goal.

The maroon haired adult shoved his quivering hands in his pockets, as he finally decided to approach. His face expressionless he'd never been one to show much emotion..

"It's been a while ." Nothing more nothing less. He stood beside his rival overlooking the water. He couldn't help wondering if he'd made the right decision, if this was an opportunity he was supposed to take.

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