Mountaineering
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likealarkA small experiment. I wrote this in poetry format and then removed most of the line breaks to return it to fic form. I wanted to see how it affected the flow of the writing, seeing it presented differently as I worked on it. Besides that, I have no idea what this fic is trying to say. What does it say to you?
Red travels first. No one mentions this.
Green stays on One Island—close to home but far enough to hide his homesickness from himself. Red doesn't. He travels two thousand miles to Hoenn. That's just the start. Then he's farther, in Sinnoh, farther, in Unova, farther, in Orre. Seeing things no one from Pallet has ever seen. It doesn't feel like an accomplishment.
He grows tired and powerful. He wants to find a place to rest, a quiet place, somewhere he won't be found.
He almost finds an answer in Sinnoh. He steps inside Mt. Coronet and he disappears, soft silence coating him like eiderdown, sheltering him from the wind and cold. But there are trainers everywhere, inside and out. It's not the answer.
Mt. Battle in Orre is windswept. It doesn't bother him. It bothers everyone else. He files that away in his memory.
He returns home when he's out of mountains to climb and finds one he's overlooked. Close to home but far enough to hide his homesickness from himself. He climbs it without a word to anyone, not minding the wind that cuts at his cheeks, nodding when the caves wrap him in silence.
Green finds him three months later. I've been waiting, he says. What he means is, Welcome home.
Red travels first. No one mentions this.
Green stays on One Island—close to home but far enough to hide his homesickness from himself. Red doesn't. He travels two thousand miles to Hoenn. That's just the start. Then he's farther, in Sinnoh, farther, in Unova, farther, in Orre. Seeing things no one from Pallet has ever seen. It doesn't feel like an accomplishment.
He grows tired and powerful. He wants to find a place to rest, a quiet place, somewhere he won't be found.
He almost finds an answer in Sinnoh. He steps inside Mt. Coronet and he disappears, soft silence coating him like eiderdown, sheltering him from the wind and cold. But there are trainers everywhere, inside and out. It's not the answer.
Mt. Battle in Orre is windswept. It doesn't bother him. It bothers everyone else. He files that away in his memory.
He returns home when he's out of mountains to climb and finds one he's overlooked. Close to home but far enough to hide his homesickness from himself. He climbs it without a word to anyone, not minding the wind that cuts at his cheeks, nodding when the caves wrap him in silence.
Green finds him three months later. I've been waiting, he says. What he means is, Welcome home.
