If I Die Young

[matini]

Who: Mom Lalonde and Bro Strider
Where: Viridian City
When: 1/18/13
Summary: Mom's been having awful nightmares and not getting a whole lot of sleep. Bro decides to step in.
Rating: M for Bro's mouth
Log:

Mom started awake, shooting up in bed and immediately looked down. No, no there was no blood, no wound, and for a while she was confused. Why wasn't she in pain and bleeding out?

Then she remembered where she was and sighed, frustrated. She wasn't surprised she was having these dreams. Hell, this wasn't even the first night Mom had dreams like that since arriving in Johto. That one was just...much more intense than usual. It took her a few deep breaths to calm down enough to get out of bed and put on a robe. She longed for a drink, but at the same time she didn't feel like going out anywhere.

Another sigh escaped her lips and she glanced at her Pokegear. No, Mom wasn't going to bother anyone about this, most certainly not her children. They didn't need to know how fragile she felt sometimes, like now.

Mom left her room after slipping her current team into her pocket, just in case, and putting on the house slippers she bought recently. She made her way as quietly as possible through the halls, intending to get something with caffeine into her system in an attempt to calm herself down. She knew she wasn't going to be getting to sleep any time soon after a night terror like that.

Comments

[matini]

"Oh? Now you've got me curious!" She grinned, feeling better and more like herself again. It was amazing what a little talking could do.

"And where would Chef Strider like to make his famous pancakes?"

[plushaeusrumpified]

Talking is pretty damn cathartic, it was true. Even he was starting to feel a bit better despite everything.

"...Wanna break a few rules and sneak into the kitchen?" His tone is mischievous, and he gives her a sly little smirk.

[matini]

Mom giggled.

"Oh, the things I'd do for Strider Pancakes," she said in mock dismay. "Still, I think I'd like to break a few rules for a change."

[plushaeusrumpified]

"Right on up there with klondike bars, am I right?" He gives her a smirk. "I'm gonna make you ashamed of the stuff you'd do for my pancakes by the time this night's over with. Let's go." He holds out his hand, because hell yeah if they're gonna break rules they're gonna hold hands.

Platonically, of course.

[matini]

She took his hand without hesitation, flashing him a quick, teasingly coy smile.

"Oh, really? I'd be interested in hearing how you manage to make me ashamed for those pancakes."

[plushaeusrumpified]

He pulled her in the direction of where the kitchen was at that, trying to ignore the tingling in his hand at her touch. God, he shouldn't be thinking about that. Or feeling any kind of goddamn tingles at all. "They're the best pancakes you'll ever taste. Once you have 'em, you'll be back for more."