Thunder and Ice (Jolteon x Glaceon) {Pokemon}

Patched Pasts

Me: I'm sad.

Fawn: I wanna boast about that being due to Star's special nightmare and death whip cream, but I haven't used it yet...

Me: Yep, and I'm not sad because of the suspense for whenever you'll do that.

Fawn: Then why so sad?

Me: Because... what I wrote last chapter... IS REALLY FEELY.

Star: *Cough* And confusing, and mysterious, and weird. *Cough*

Me: DON'T HINT-HINT WITH FAWN AROUND. *Raises spatula-modified broom* GET!

Star: *Scrams, leaving a smoggy dust cloud in her wake*

Fawn: Oh... Well, you won't let me read last chapter, so I don't know what-

Me: FOR GOOD REASONS.

Fawn: I WANT TO KNOWWWWW.

Me: I WOULD RATHER STOP SHIPPING SHARUNDER THAN TELL YOU!

Fawn: WHAAAAT?!

Me: Actually, that's not true.

Fawn: Phew.

Me: OR IS IT. *Dramatic music*

Fawn: OW, MY BRAIN HURTS.

Me: It hurts because Star is behind you as we speak, and she injected something into your ears that breaks you down from the inside out, and that's because the secret ingredient to her nightmare and death cream is MELTED FENNEKIN BRAINS.

Fawn: WHAAAAAAAT?! *Spins around* ...SHE'S NOT TH-THERE!

Me: Yeah, she was never there. I was just kidding. ;) OR WAS I?!

Fawn: *Faints*

Me: YES! I HAVE GOTTEN MY REVENGE! :D *Performs a happy jig*

Thunder's POV

In the loneliest shadows of the den, I curled up with my disgruntled thoughts being gnawed at by guilt and self-hatred. It was tormenting, not doing anything, unable to sleep. My shaken body longed for rest but my thoughts had other intentions: to suffer, to wallow in grief, to allow depression and regret stack atop one another in a messy heap among my thoughts, and it scared away all notions of sleep for the night. I had allowed Shard to flee after savagely zapping her, believing that we needed some time apart, but she still hadn't returned to my den even after nightfall. Tears threatened to soak my paws, but I withheld them with the belief that she'd eventually return. She will, right?

Ugh... Why did I hurt her?

She's still not back yet, but I need to apologize... This hurts. Is this what she feels?

Why did I do that? I should've chased after her! I hope she's okay... I'm horrible... stupid... Shard, Aqua, I'm so sorry, I'm an idiot-

Fwoosh!

Most traces of darkness scurried away from around me, replaced by the brightening glow of summer orange firelight. I blinked, winced, and then glared at the charring logs of timber lighting the center of the den, but more specifically at the condescending flareon right beside it. She stood tall with her perfectly black nose pointed more up than down as always, and a bit of fiery arrogance twinkled in those embers of irises. She liked setting campfires for light, never for warmth, and so the almost-summer night would feel hotter than usual. I preferred chill over heat, honestly.