pokemon; Weather | Paul/Dawn | Part Two
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breakingdreamsTitle: Weather
Pairing: Paul/Dawn
Summary: Whether it's rain or snow, fog or wind, Dawn will prevail. Eventually.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. Unfortunately.
Notes: The second part out of four.
Weather
Part Two "Hi," Dawn said, grinning brightly up at him. "Nice weather we're having, isn't it?"
Considering that the fog around her was so thick that she could only see Paul clearly when she was standing right next to him (or, in this case, in front of him), this was a bit of an exaggeration. A bit. Still she wasn't sure what to say to him— other then a silly comment about the weather, of course— after running into him once more while being lost. This time, however, the running into him part was literal.
Oh, sure, she had seen him a few times with Ash or Brock since that day in the rain, but it wasn't the same. She hadn't spoken to him, not really, since that rainstorm, and she hadn't really expected to. Not when Ash was around. Sometimes, Paul just walked away without a word. At other times, he and Ash just got into an argument of some sort. Everything was the same— except for her.
Paul hadn't changed. She knew that. He acted the same, spoke the same, was the same person he had always been— before and after that day in the rain. But her perception of him had changed, somehow. Not that his ideas on Pokemon training didn't still make her boil, but— she didn't seem to think that he was a terrible person anymore. The fact that she was actually glad to see him after getting lost proved it.
So there Dawn was, hopelessly lost in the fog in the middle of some forest, with Paul once more as her only companion. She had even somehow gotten separated from Piplup this time.
The said companion, unaware of her thoughts, gave her a searching look. "Hn." He turned.
"Wait!" She grabbed his backpack, giving it a quick tug. "That's not an answer, you know," she said when he looked back at her. She let go of the bag as she spoke, propping her hands on her hips.
"There's nothing I can say to something so stupid." He continued walking, quickly becoming just a shadowy figure. Dawn panicked.
"Hey!" She caught hold of the end of his jacket this time. He didn't stop, and she found herself trailing after him. Blushing, she let go and fell into step behind him. This way worked too, she supposed, sighing.
"Where are you going?" she asked, switching tactics. "It's not like you can see where you're going."
He chose to not answer.
"I bet you don't know where you're going," she said, just to keep up the conversation. "I bet that you're just wandering around, hoping to lose me. I bet that you—" She stopped, abruptly, as he turned and leaned against a convenient tree.
"—that you were just looking for a tree, weren't you?" she finished lamely, stepping right in front of him. Maybe she was too close, but that was the only way she could see his face clearly. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back. She sighed, suddenly wishing that Piplup was here.
"You know," she said, "if you talked more, this would be more enjoyable."
He didn't react, and once more she found her thoughts wandering to the last time they had been in this situation. Or a similar one, at any rate. She had been freezing that day. Sure, the fog was a little chilly— enough to make her rub her hands on her arms to warm them up— but not that bad. She smiled, suddenly, and her cheeks grew warm as she remembered how she had finally warmed up.
She also remembered how Paul didn't blush.
Her smile grew as a thought occurred to her. If Paul had kept his eyes open, he would have known immediately that she was planning something. That day, she had thought that it would have been— well, cute, for a lack of a better word, if he had blushed.
It was decided then. She would get Paul to blush. Somehow, someway, she was going to make him embarrassed.
Dawn grinned.
"You know," she said, a little too loudly, "that was really nice of you, the other day. Lending me your jacket, that is."
He slid one eye open, and gave her a looked that clearly said, 'And your point is?'
She gave him an innocent smile. "I mean, I didn't expect it from you. It was unexpectedly sweet. Very sweet, actually." She tilted her head a bit, hoping this would worked.
To her great surprise, Paul made a disgruntled sound and straightened up. "I can take a hint, you know," he said.
"Huh?" She blinked, momentarily confused.
He shrugged out of his jacket, dropping his backpack in the process, and before she could say anything he dropped it on her head.
"But I—" she began, then stopped. She was a little chilly. She began to smile as she quickly put the jacket on, enjoying the sudden warmth. She hugged it close, enjoyed the way the sleeves were just a bit too big. She pressed the sleeves to her face, hiding her smile in them. It was warm, really warm, and it smelled nice.
"Thank you," she said, dropping her arms and looking up at him.
He didn't blush, but she guessed it was okay.
After all, what fun would it be if she succeeded right away?
one | two | three | four
Pairing: Paul/Dawn
Summary: Whether it's rain or snow, fog or wind, Dawn will prevail. Eventually.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. Unfortunately.
Notes: The second part out of four.
Part Two
Considering that the fog around her was so thick that she could only see Paul clearly when she was standing right next to him (or, in this case, in front of him), this was a bit of an exaggeration. A bit. Still she wasn't sure what to say to him— other then a silly comment about the weather, of course— after running into him once more while being lost. This time, however, the running into him part was literal.
Oh, sure, she had seen him a few times with Ash or Brock since that day in the rain, but it wasn't the same. She hadn't spoken to him, not really, since that rainstorm, and she hadn't really expected to. Not when Ash was around. Sometimes, Paul just walked away without a word. At other times, he and Ash just got into an argument of some sort. Everything was the same— except for her.
Paul hadn't changed. She knew that. He acted the same, spoke the same, was the same person he had always been— before and after that day in the rain. But her perception of him had changed, somehow. Not that his ideas on Pokemon training didn't still make her boil, but— she didn't seem to think that he was a terrible person anymore. The fact that she was actually glad to see him after getting lost proved it.
So there Dawn was, hopelessly lost in the fog in the middle of some forest, with Paul once more as her only companion. She had even somehow gotten separated from Piplup this time.
The said companion, unaware of her thoughts, gave her a searching look. "Hn." He turned.
"Wait!" She grabbed his backpack, giving it a quick tug. "That's not an answer, you know," she said when he looked back at her. She let go of the bag as she spoke, propping her hands on her hips.
"There's nothing I can say to something so stupid." He continued walking, quickly becoming just a shadowy figure. Dawn panicked.
"Hey!" She caught hold of the end of his jacket this time. He didn't stop, and she found herself trailing after him. Blushing, she let go and fell into step behind him. This way worked too, she supposed, sighing.
"Where are you going?" she asked, switching tactics. "It's not like you can see where you're going."
He chose to not answer.
"I bet you don't know where you're going," she said, just to keep up the conversation. "I bet that you're just wandering around, hoping to lose me. I bet that you—" She stopped, abruptly, as he turned and leaned against a convenient tree.
"—that you were just looking for a tree, weren't you?" she finished lamely, stepping right in front of him. Maybe she was too close, but that was the only way she could see his face clearly. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back. She sighed, suddenly wishing that Piplup was here.
"You know," she said, "if you talked more, this would be more enjoyable."
He didn't react, and once more she found her thoughts wandering to the last time they had been in this situation. Or a similar one, at any rate. She had been freezing that day. Sure, the fog was a little chilly— enough to make her rub her hands on her arms to warm them up— but not that bad. She smiled, suddenly, and her cheeks grew warm as she remembered how she had finally warmed up.
She also remembered how Paul didn't blush.
Her smile grew as a thought occurred to her. If Paul had kept his eyes open, he would have known immediately that she was planning something. That day, she had thought that it would have been— well, cute, for a lack of a better word, if he had blushed.
It was decided then. She would get Paul to blush. Somehow, someway, she was going to make him embarrassed.
Dawn grinned.
"You know," she said, a little too loudly, "that was really nice of you, the other day. Lending me your jacket, that is."
He slid one eye open, and gave her a looked that clearly said, 'And your point is?'
She gave him an innocent smile. "I mean, I didn't expect it from you. It was unexpectedly sweet. Very sweet, actually." She tilted her head a bit, hoping this would worked.
To her great surprise, Paul made a disgruntled sound and straightened up. "I can take a hint, you know," he said.
"Huh?" She blinked, momentarily confused.
He shrugged out of his jacket, dropping his backpack in the process, and before she could say anything he dropped it on her head.
"But I—" she began, then stopped. She was a little chilly. She began to smile as she quickly put the jacket on, enjoying the sudden warmth. She hugged it close, enjoyed the way the sleeves were just a bit too big. She pressed the sleeves to her face, hiding her smile in them. It was warm, really warm, and it smelled nice.
"Thank you," she said, dropping her arms and looking up at him.
He didn't blush, but she guessed it was okay.
After all, what fun would it be if she succeeded right away?
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