some time not too long ago it was  Skewerflash's birthday.

this piece is perhaps 20 min of work, it is a little something for all the things i said i would do or ideas i have concidered, talked about and never finished.
this story is entirely from the top of my head, as usual, i write things down as i go. it is nothing grand, it is more of a tribute than anything else.

lots of love man, hope you have/had a good birthday and that age does not only bring fail and pain.

gimme a bit of warning and i'll write porn the next time :P

1 page. enjoy. (holy CRAP one page looks short posted here...)

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A mild breeze crawls of the valley, almost like a blanket gently ruffling the tall grass that stands untouched, swaying gently from side to side as the sun above beams what will be some of the day's last rays of life-giving light.

On a trampled road in the middle of the seemingly endless sea of emerald walks a lone figure, clad in green but not blending into the scenery too much. His face is worn, his eyes tired, but his stride is strong. A fire inside, a goal and a purpose, he finds himself in the middle of the endless serenity, looking up towards the sky that shifts in all the colours of the wind.

Another day has come, another day has gone. A distant gaze in his eye and a serious look on his face as he is seemingly lost in thought about something, anything. His hand carefully grasps a small orb of red and white, soon holding it up before his face.

He pushes the button on the ball, enlarging it. These things never seem to get worn, never seem to fade and tarnish, although they can brake. He has seen it. This one is special to him, of course, they all are, but one cannot help but to have more emotion invested into certain objects, certain companions.

Stopping in his stride and just caressing the sphere carefully to have it open with the familiar sound and the flash that soon reveals his pokemon, he cannot help but to smile, a warm, loving expression across his tired face as he looks into the huge red eyes before him.

She blinks slowly, he blinks back, she looks sleepy, he smiles for her.
She smiles back, almost falling forward to embrace him, soon nudging her face against his chest while calmly speaking, something, anything.

He puts one arm around her, he lets his other hand creep up the side of her face and onto her head as he holds her rather tight.
“It's getting late... hope you had some rest”
Leaning back, she looks to him and tilts her head to the side, he is acting a bit odd, almost upset about something, but she can feel his pleasantly burning love envelop them as if the mild breeze wasn't even there.

She nods, slowly, giving him a look he understands, he has seen it before, she wonders what is up. She doesn't even have to speak or talk inside his mind.
“It's my birthday...”
Alone. No, never alone, she is always there. It has taken him all day to traverse the valley, it will probably take all night to get out of it. He lets his pokemon rest, just now, he needed the company and he needed to tell her that little detail.

She smiles for him, grasping him with a stronger grip as she carefully leans in to brush her face against his, murmuring softly before she very carefully lets her mouth lock with his, a rather unexpected move, but he doesn't pull back, he doesn't disapprove one bit. Clearly the best birthday gift she could have given besides her very presence.

He kisses her just as careful, soft and loving, his hands trailing over her body while she presses herself against him. It takes a long while before they break the kiss, she leans back and looks down, he looks at her with half-closed eyes and the soft smile creeps back on his face almost instantly.

She looks up to him, a slow turn of her head, she looks very shy, a soft blush on her cheeks but she soon manages to smile back.
“Happy birthday”
The words almost echo in his head, she presses up against him and other words sound again.
“Don't tell me so late the next time, I want to be able to surprise you... or something...”

He swallows and nods slowly, of course. He may brood on his own things, but he shouldn't keep anything from her, after all, in the end. She makes his entire world go around.