"There is a legend in these parts...About untamable beasts...And of course, the legend is, too, about those who tame the untamable."
This is a Red x Blue/Green (whatever you wanna call him--I'm calling him Blue) boy x boy/ man x man or yaoi story. Y...
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Blue follows Red down the stone corridor, and there are other connecting halls in this cave system. Who knows how far you can go in this mountain? The hall is dim but sufficiently lit from the fire in the room they were just in...but the quality of the lighting changes as they go further. The hall brightens. Blue puts his arm up against the retina-searing white light at the end of the tunnel and then follows Red through it-
And outside onto a flat, snowy ledge of the mountain's summit. The air is absolutely still now—the storm long forgotten—but the arctic temperatures have not improved any. However, there must still be some heat from the fire and the scaled beast lingering in Blue's core because the chill does not bother him too badly as of yet. He looks out at the pristine dawn climbing the mountain's peak in silent awe. The sun is a blinding white, too much to look at directly, and the sky is a pearl grey highlighted with the subtlest of pinks. The snow at his feet catches the blinding rays and bounces them off in hundreds of tiny rainbows.
The only sound is made as Red takes a few steps out further onto the mountainside, snugly crushing millions of snowflakes against other snowflakes. Their footprints are the only blemishes on the whole of the mountain's fresh, white blanket.
Blue refuses to be awed into silence for long, though. "Who are you?" he asks.
Red looks over his shoulder at him, apparently unfazed by the chill, and eventually gestures vaguely at his eyes. And, to be sure, it's no trick of the lighting now, what Blue sees: eyes as red as poison apples eaten by women with skin as white as snow, eyes as red as blood.
"That's not what I meant," Blue presses, "Why do you live up here? You do live up here, don't you?"
...Red nods, taking his time about it, and it's a demure gesture from him—a slight tilt of the head downwards, the eyes looking down as well, the lids casting lower over them, the black lashes fanning out over the pale cheeks.
...Blue sits down in the snow and rests his chin in his hand, staring intently at Red. "Yellow says you have six beasts," Blue prompts amidst the silence, "A Charizard, a Pikachu, and...?" he trails off suggestively.
Red says nothing and looks away from him, peacefully gazing out at the sunrise. His Pikachu, however, turns on his shoulder and glares at Blue sternly, the morning rays twinkling off of its eyes with something akin to passion.
Blue switches tactics. "I just have Blastoise. Well, no, I have Pidgeot now, too, but that's a new development. I don't know anything about that Pidgeot, but Blastoise I've had since he was a Squirtle. What about you? How long have you had your Charizard?"
Red does acknowledge him with a glance but remains perfectly silent.
"Why don't you speak?" Blue pushes, impatience leaking into his tone.
Red blinks at him quietly—the most exasperated sound escapes Blue's throat—and then shakes his head and turns and steps towards him. Blue leans forward with every step but manages to keep himself patiently seated while Red comes to him. A few feet away and Red sits down across from him, offering Blue an unimpressed look with one eyebrow raised and vermillion eyes full of doubt. He then raises his right hand in a closed fist, thumb crossing over the fingers, and sort of makes it nod while nodding his head himself.
