johtoflow.

It wasn’t quite the right thing to do, to suddenly up and run like he had so impulsively done. But, when did Gold do anything but what his whims were? And why was he so shocked and surprised that Silver– someone of determination unparalleled, even by Gold– would have gone out of his way to look for him now? He didn’t want to think about it. I don’t want to be a burden; he was sure that was his thought at one point, but now what kept him away was, I don’t want them to be angry. And now his worst fears were realized: his best friend, angry, burdened by his absence, confronting him with his own bad decisions. 

“I,” his voice sounded strange– submissive, eked out, on the verge of admittance before his mind interfered. “Hey, y’know, it’s good to see you. Why don’cha lemme up and we can talk this out, huh?” And how will I know you won’t run away again? the reply echoed in Gold’s head as if Silver already gave his answer. The answers in his head were harsh and unforgiving– the fear was overwhelming. Gold could feel his heart in his chest, all too conscious of its every beat, pulsing through his neck and his ears. What kind of response wold even be right? Satisfactory? No, he wanted the truth. 

A harsh hand burned the skin on his arm, tightened around his wrist, let him know that this will not be forgotten. But that gloved hand reached out. Pulled him off the ground. I’ve been looking for you. I’ve been searching for you. I was worried about you. Familiar eyes looked at him expectantly while Gold’s evaded their glare, looking for a story– and finding none that would suffice. Overthinking it, he couldn’t really find one at all. I don’t want to be a burden; no, I wanted to get away from Johto; why did I want to do that? 

“… How’s a burger sound? I think we got a lot to talk about.” 

      this isn’t like him. as soon as silver had come to the conclusion gold had ran away and was avoiding the rest of them, he knew it wasn’t like the person he knew —– something was wrong, and that in itself was what immediately pulled him to drop everything and search for him. personally, a part of him had to commend the other for avoiding him for so long, but at the same time it only gave him a sense of FRUSTRATION that the older was using his knowledge of silver’s intellect, using countermeasures to ensure they wouldn’t meet.

      “i wasn’t going to give you any other choice in the matter, you should know that.”  tone is stern, but still showing an air of concern. how well they know each other can go both ways, and silver knows how the hatcher works in vice versa.

      ( but one thing is wrong: the exchanger forgives him. even if he’s upset, it’s only because they’re friends and he CARES for the other’s well being; even if he’s frustrated, he will listen and hear gold out. )

      lips purse only for a fleeting moment when his best friend avoids his gaze, but he doesn’t dare speak anything in response to it. you’re not a burden. you never were. crystal and i have been worried, just please stop doing this to yourself and dealing with it all alone –

      “…whatever will make you talk. i don’t care what it is.”  a bit too blunt to the point of cutting, but such is the way the heir has always spoken.  “let’s talk, then, gold.”