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Despite its name, Oreburgh City couldn’t really be considered a city. At least, not in the sense Castelia was. Oreburgh was sprawled out and there weren’t many skyscrapers, nor could he think of any buildings that had been constructed since 1976. A lot of the place still had unpaved roads, and most people either lived in shitty Section 8 apartment complexes with questionable plumbing and tin roofs or trailer parks on the very outskirts (sorry, manufactured home communities, he thinks sarcastically) of town. Oreburgh still felt like a small place despite itself.

Thank you, he utters with relief as he takes a seat beside the redhead. It is then when his legs give way and he lands not so gracefully onto the seat. His ice-cream rubs against his nose, leaving a dab of cream on toned skin.

Grant almost lets out an audible refrain escape him but instead chooses silence as he sits there, dabbing at his nose. The redheaded man, who’d since lapsed into silence, spoke and his question hit Grant; no wonder that pair of glasses and red hair looked so familiar! It was Roark of the Sinnoh League, a Rock-type user and enthusiast much like him.

Ah oui! I am! What a surprise! What are you doing out on a day like this so far away from home? The conference…wait. Is he part of it too? He couldn’t quite recall the exact timeline of the event, seeing as it had yet to start but at the briefing yesterday he was quite sure that he’d caught sight of the same redhead there, mingling with a bunch of Sinnohans and Unovans.

Are you in town for the conference as well? he pursues, very eager to have found a buddy in a place far away from his hometown of Cyllage.

He quietly licks at the expensive ice-cream that he’d bought for himself as a treat. Usually, he wouldn’t be so extravagant but today felt like a good day for splurging some cash. It tasted nice and cool as well as pistachio-y, as all pistachio-flavored ice-cream is supposed to taste like. He’d worked his way to the cone as he awaited Roark’s response in turn.

frigid summer - grant & roark

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      He’s always pressing his buttons and while he silently fumes about his kitchen, fetching ingredients from cupboards and the refrigerator so he can set them out on the counter he pays no mind to the man coming inside. He can stay out on the beach for all he cares! He’s in a huff, muttering about how Grant believes it’s perfectly alright to drag him up a cliffside only to abandon him there and then? Then he has the gall to ask for a meal. He’s angrily unpacking some Milktank flanks when Grant slips up behind him and wraps his arms about his torso. 

The reaction is almost immediate, yet he is unsatisfied because he knows that Siebold is holding back, for previous attempts on the unaware man have yielded better results. Why are you like this? Why are you holding back? He breathes a heavy sigh, and to his utter surprise, decides to let go. From his spot at the refrigerator, his eyes follow as Siebold as he heaves an exasperated sentence, to which Grant responds with, Absolutely, anything for you, Sie. Anything for you, if you’d let me.

Grant is watching hawk-like at the way the food is being cooked and knows that Sie knows him a little too well. Or maybe despite a lack of knowledge in fine cuisine, he knows exactly what his dear, longtime friend is preparing - his signature Grilled Miltank Flanks with Mushroom Sauce. This is not the first time he’s tasted it, but it’s been a while and he’s amazed (should he be?) at the meticulous way Siebold is preparing the dish. He’s always been like this, a stickler for detail.

Though that blinds him to the obvious.

He trails after the chef into the dining area, decorated in simple but exquisite luxury. He’s already halfway through the chiller’s contents when Sie asks for the wine and he brings it to the table. He picks a fine Kalosian port, known for its high sugar and alcoholic content. Siebold’s collection is impressive and extensive - being a celebrity chef had plenty of perks. Port is Grant’s favorite, for it is sweet and Kalos’ expansive vineyards help cater to that want.

He pours for two and settles into his meal without waiting. A mumbled “thanks” is all Siebold gets before Grant shoves a small glass towards him. Drink, friend. He’s not sure what to say next; the air seems to hold a lot of unspoken fealties (or so he thinks). He digs into the meal quickly and polishes the plate within minutes. The taste is beyond anything he’s ever had Sie cook for him.

His focus then gravitates towards the wine, and a small chortle escapes him. He can’t quite remember how it started but Sie was a fun drunk when he was. Much as he would like to, he keeps himself from eyeing Sie or even pouring too much, lest he face the consequences.

Thank you, Sie, he says more clearly now. He tips the glass and the contents go down in a single gulp. His face flushes. Already? Damn. Now, he need only wait for Siebold to finish his meal and they may continue a quiet talk, with some alcohol thrown into the mix.

Fate however, had other plans...

Breathe | Siebold & Grant

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frigid summer - grant & roark

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He much prefers winter. The cold is certainly more tolerable than the heat. He’d rather wrap up warm than sweat it out. Now, he finds himself standing in line for a cold ice-cream, the only thing that he deems worthy of curing the heat, not to mention that the craving has been around since his first step foot out of the hotel. The Gym Leader is in for a conference in Unova and will be staying around for a week. He finds the climate in others parts of the region rather temperate, but here in the city, he is, to put it plainly, “suffering from a heatstroke”.

Grant’s tolerance of the heat is something that he could never come to terms with. He wishes that he wouldn’t break into a sweat whenever he steps out into anything above 80 degrees. As he mulls this thought over, he reaches the front of the line. Ordering his favourite - pistachio, he pays, smiles and finds a spot to sit so that he may fully enjoy his little treat. There is no other spot apart from one occupied by another man; everything else is completely filled.

So he does what a desperately hungry and sweltering person would do: he asks if he can sit beside him. Politely: Excuse me, would it be alright if I take the spot next to you? His treat is beginning to melt at the edges and his legs are about to give way from exhaustion, considering he had walked quite a distance to this spot, it was famous for its ice-cream.

He awaits his answer in silence as he licks the edges of the cone in an attempt to stop the flowing onslaught of melted ice-cream.

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Ah! Oh! There he was! Grant! Valerie bounced in her spot, stuffing her things into her bag, and walking to her dear friend  with noisy clacking heels against the ground. She returned his embrace and beamed at him.

Yes, as am I, his smile added all else that needed to be said in response. He follows her as best he can as he is brought around the Kalosian fashion district and into the first shop, located nearby. He watches as she beams and picks out a few pieces from her collection, “Selkie”.

I personally think the black and grey as well as the all white one are more to my taste but yes, you are right, we can shop around more before making a decision. He takes his two favorites out of her hands and gently fingers them, feeling for the material and texture despite his lack of textile knowledge. Both felt nice and so he was pleased.

A loud, baritone laugh escapes him, and startles the shopkeeper. It is rather slow as this time of the year, I must say. I’ve only had three Trainers come in to challenge me this month, though all the battles were rather rewarding, if I may say so.

How have you been keeping up? He stands there, smiling at her, and awaits her response. The young woman never fails to surprise him on any given day and he is quite certain today’s response is no different.

Événement Élégant || Valerie & Grant

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sting like a combee - Cynthia & Grant

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It starts first as a slight slip of the ankle. He curses in pain. Then the shooting pain becomes too much to bear and he admits himself into the hospital. The check from the last patron is only just right to get him into a decent room and he thinks that he’ll have to survive off instant noodles for a bit. As the hospital staff wheel him in, he is moved to a bed and remains there until the possibility of a doctor coming along surfaces.

The private wing that he is admitted into is relatively quiet but outside his room he can hear the shouts of medical personnel running around. Currently, it is Combee season and the rates of stings have increased drastically so he’s surprised that the staff are overworked. He’s given some painkillers by a passing nurse until such time a doctor can attend to you, sir.

The pills are hard to swallow and he nearly chokes on the final sip of water. Therein he lies, the pain having somewhat subsided. Grant spots, out of the corner of his eye, a young woman somewhere nearby. A fragrant aroma reaches his nose and he inhales greedily.

She seems to be frozen there, the young woman, he muses. As he tries to get up, more clearly now he can see that the girl is the source of the smell. He is intrigued and beckons the young woman closer, hoping he wouldn’t scare her off.

What is that fragrance you are using? he asks, trying to sit up but failing and wincing in pain. His sprained ankle was more serious than he thought. It smells divine, he adds, smiling. Grant remains still and having turned away from the woman, cannot see if she is still there or not. He can only hope that she would answer his question. 

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Meeting Valerie at a time like this could not have been better. Selecting an outfit, to him, was arduous, considering that his fashion statement consisted of black t-shirts and not much else. He spots the young woman standing outside the Pokemon Center in Lumiose and grins. She’s on point, as always. If only Sie was here to join them both...

Valerie!

A reaching embrace is what he does and he lets go after a few moments. Shall we? he queries, ready to sprint off. His eagerness is certain to be contagious and he hopes that Valerie is as excited as he is to perform the day’s activities. A new outfit, how exciting! What color would it be? Material? Texture? Though these were more of his friend’s forte, he was nonetheless stoked.

He extends his hands, and embraces the sun.

Événement Élégant || Valerie & Grant

It was a big day for Valerie. Her good friend Grant was to visit her, for he needed assistance picking out an outfit for an event that he was to attend. She was pleased that her friends knew who to come to when they needed clothes. Valerie didn’t design much anymore, but she still knew clothes better than anyone in Kalos, at least as far as she was concerned.

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As he watches with mild amusement the furore that Siebold has put forth, Grant wonders if he should keep the real reason for them being up there (what it is, he’ll never tell) from Siebold. He does. Keeps it locked under layers of subconscious thoughts and dreams that could never be realised.

He treks back to the house at a steady pace and looks back at the horizon one last time. Inside, he finds Siebold in the kitchen and a smile tugs at his lips. Siebold is unaware that Grant has reentered the home and he tries to hold himself back but his hands snake around Siebold’s torso in one fluid motion and his head rests in the crook of Siebold’s shoulder.

I’m home~ he mumbles, a little too breathily into the man’s ear.

He knows that the meal will be delayed further, Siebold will go off in a series of quips about “inappropriate touching” and Grant would stand there and try (key word) to look horrified at what he’d done.

He will fail.

Over the rest of the day he would sneak his hands onto Siebold’s form at every possible moment. Siebold would protest and Grant is tempted to quip himself, But your body isn’t~  and wonders just what his subconscious wants with him, asking him act purely on impulse. Where’s the self-control?

He lets go as quickly and moves a few paces to the fridge, where he leans there, cross-armed.

Breathe | Siebold & Grant

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      Grant is always one for physical affection and yet each time it’s presented to him he never quite expects it. He wants to tense under his touch, wants to draw back and away from it yet a quick reminder of who it is wrapping his arms around him quickly shifts his view point of it all. He can trust Grant and since they’re not in public he sees no problem with returning the hug with one of his own. It may be brief but he enjoys the moment, the touch and close proximity they share though he keeps it hidden well behind an expression that could be softer in receiving his friend. Instead it’s neutral, almost intimidating as he levels his gaze with Grant’s own.

      What are you up to? He silently asks as he’s beckoned through his own house. It’s amusing how Grant strides through it with every form of familiarity and guides him through the hall and towards the back where a set of steps lead them down to the open beachfront beyond it. So he wanted to go out there did he? He starts to grow suspicious and his eyes narrow as he’s hardly dressed for anything more than a mere walk across the property. He wants to warn Grant of it though he should know better than anyone what he expects to do out here. It’s enough that he’s guiding him by hand as it is, the immediate worry that someone might see flooding over just how nice it felt despite it merely being used to guide him.

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Careful? When have I been careful around you?

He’s close enough. Close enough that Grant can see the wisps of breath escaping as he speaks petulantly about the prospect of dying, simply because he cannot climb. It is morbid, don’t you think, two friends, two comrades, talking about death, simply. Grant has never before had these thoughts, and he wonders, why? 

He looks at Siebold, his face contorted in frustration and smiles that infuriatingly knowing smile, telling the other that it will be fine, the fall is barely 7 meters to the ground. It will hurt. But he would tend to Siebold’s wounds, lovingly kiss each one as he wraps bandages around them.

But those words never leave him. He trembles even with the smile plastered across his face, as though it were surgically inserted. It is not false, but he knows now that even with his strength, he cannot support the other. But Grant knows the Gyarados will catch them both, its serpentine body readily coiled. He gives the smallest of nods to the creature and it nudges Siebold in the direction of the rock face. Grant catches him, guides him. Hold here, he begins, guiding Siebold’s hand, and here.

See? he says, almost wistfully. Remember we used to watch the sunrise together? I just wanted to show you that. Grant looks out towards the horizon for moments more and the tears start falling. Not now! he blinks furiously, clearing his vision enough to see that the Water-type is poised right below them. He nods again, and closes his eyes. Falls back into the safety of the creature’s large frame.

As he slowly clambers off, he gives a pet to the creature who had by then gotten a grip onto Siebold and safely lowered its master to the ground. It has passed. The moment has passed. He’s of certain that Siebold is furious at him, for endangering his life those mere minutes above the ground but knows, somehow, that the anger will not last.

They will rejoin as friends, (lovers? Can he say that for sure?) and talk. Siebold will go off at Grant’s quips, Grant will wink and blow kisses to him.

When have I ever been careful around you?

Now, he starts, turning away to gaze at the horizon, that meal you owe me.

Breathe | Siebold & Grant

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My muse is sleeping at the bar, an empty drink in their hand. How do you wake them up?

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      It’s hard to convince him to take a moment for himself, to unwind and possibly relax. There’s always something to be done, whether it be because of his duties as an Elite or his responsibilities as a renowned Chef. He holds both titles with pride and every ounce of it arrives with a need to work hard as progression is a must in both fields. 

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Success had come at last when his words impacted his friend to the point of agreement. It was hardly ever something he was proud of, but he was. The feeling of his longtime friend finally agreeing over the Holocaster was exhilarating for he had not seen Siebold in a while and whilst digital correspondence kept the bond, it was no match for a physical meeting.

When the final call finally cuts off, he collapses back into a chair, and the breath he’s been holding comes out, softly, dearly. The following day itself, he makes his way to the mansion that Siebold has in Coumarine, first by bike, then by foot. On his last legs, he stumbles upon Siebold’s front door. He’s never been this exhausted or nervous before.

Breathe, Grant, breathe.   

When he does knock and it resounds throughout the area, he wonders if Siebold heard it by the initial lack of response (is he not home?), and when the door reveals his longtime friend behind it, he sees the worry melt away from Siebold’s face and is instead replaced by a face of joy.

I’ve missed you so, he thinks and he reaches to embrace his friend. He lets go quickly, it is merely a comradely hug, is it not? Ah, but you’ll soon see! Come! Grant leads his friend into the home and down the steps to a private beachfront, one he’s seen far too many times from the balcony but never had the courage to tread.

He removes his shirt and shoes as they arrive at the beach, and letting go of Siebold’s hand, begins scaling the rock face facing the sea. Perhaps you can come and join me? he requests, his voice slightly tinged with sadness, as one hand grips a sturdy grip and the other extends to Siebold, who is standing down below.

The sun is just rising on the horizon.

Breathe | Siebold & Grant

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starter call!

Your girl Sky here with another muse! I’ve not played Grant before and he would be my third Kalosian muse (I play nothing but Kalosians, it seems xD).

So! Here’s a starter call; like this post or DM me on Discord. c: Cap is at 4-5. c: