Title: Chatty Gossip
Fandom: Videogame! Pokémon
Pair: Red + Green
Genre: General
Rating: Green
Warnings: One- Shot, Missing Moments
Word Count: 834 (701 no description cyclamen)
Notes: Born initially following a time of Maritombola (Cyclamen) public fic on this account is not enrolled at the start for personal reasons. In any case, the idea belongs to Maritombola and thank him for the stupidity that made me pull out, although officially the fic does not participate.
The title refers to one of the ways in which Green called Red ironically in FireRed / LeafGreen - precisely, 'chatty gossip'.
Red Mount Silver was now for a couple of years, no one had yet figured out the reason for This sudden decision and it was therefore used to the hustle and bustle of the world beyond that huge chunk of rock and snow that was now his home. The news came
the fates and irregular, the monstrously huge Pidgeot Green, who wrote to him just to keep informed about new discoveries of Professor, the new Champions League-a guy named Lance studded with Dragon-type Pokémon - and that the same gym Smeraldopoli Green had decided to claim after the death of John. It was their way of feeling, to know each other that everything was fine, although the responses more often than Red did not exceed three lines, including suspension points-and that the distance, after all, was not so horrible. A beating of wings and, optionally, their mutual worlds were again at hand.
Once Green had even written, a little right to complain ', just to let him know with a certain irony that at least at his funeral was obliged to go there, at the cost of persecuting the form of soft tissue to the rest of his life-that Seviper had a bite. There, in the grass that just had not seen, that stupid snake had bitten his leg - and he was then bedridden for two days.
(The poison has no effect on humans even if you do not move.)
When Red had read that message, then, was remained a few moments in silence. He looked up, peering at the damp walls of the cave, and he blinked a few times - as if he was aware of thinking for the first time something particularly unusual. He had stood up with the noisy hum of Charizard to act as his background, and had moved a few steps toward a small clay pot that had received shortly before at his home. It was the only flower bud that he could find, in all that snow, and by the time she had seen him grow and blossom. Then he took him inside the walls, where there were less cold, and if he was taking for a while '.
At that time, concern had occurred to me that people sick, injured, poisoned, paralyzed, asleep-you forcibly sent flowers, greeting cards and balloons. Now, tickets are good for healing and Red balloons had not, but he had the flowers - a flower. So he had taken, he had given of his pokémon all'ingombrante ill and had made a sign to take him to his master.
was a cyclamen.
When Green found himself terribly that pink flower in her hands-Pidgeot had refused to hold it too long between the legs and had him trimmed to a grumpy-not initially know what to do with it. She watched from the side and upside down, from far and near, wondering in the meantime if you throw it or not.
was terribly indecisive, so that the tips of his fingers began to pinch to the surgical precision with which he held the stem of the flower-when turning his eyes fell on the nightstand beside the bed, packed with small gifts of fans and relatives - as well as ; of flowers, cards of good healing and, indeed, lovely colorful balloons. There was a particular object, a book given to him by his mother, who initially had not the slightest question. He spoke of flowers, their names and hidden meanings that seemed to bring each petal.
Green said the book, and cyclamen. He took the first in her hand and placed it on the second leg, saw the first pages and read the description of what he was looking for him:
~ ~ ~
Cyclamen
Cyclamen
In the third century Theophrastus wrote that the cyclamen was used to excite the love and sensuality. The name derives from the greek
Kuklos which means circle, and because of this, some scholars, by associating the shape of the flower and the word etymologically female uterus, believed that the plant was able to facilitate conception.
In the past it was thought that the extract of cyclamen were a panacea against the bites of the most poisonous snakes, hence the attribution of powers to the flower magic, the ability to remove the curse and to influence the love affairs. The essence of the cyclamen is considered good luck. In the language of flowers means distrust, because despite its beauty and its alleged magical powers, roots contain one of slight amount of poison.
~ ~ ~ Green
read once, twice, and he realized he could not read the word 'conception' a third time. He stood still a moment, then closed the book and leaned back on the nightstand. Above will also put the cyclamen, with particular caution and left him there - but said nothing. Then he lay down, turned in the blankets and thought that never-never-Red would have looked the same way.
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