[Pokémon X&Y] Valse

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Title: Valse
Fandom: Pokémon X&Y
Pairing: Professor Augustine Sycamore/Lysandre
Rating: G
Summary: You put your hand on his arm and say, "Come with me," and he says, "No."
Notes: This is the first thing I wrote about them, ever. I unearthed it last year after having convinced myself I'd imagined it because I couldn't find it anywhere. It's not very good, but the fact that it's in second person says so much about me, I think. Someday, I'll come back to you, second person POV, my beloved...
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You put your hand on his arm and say, "Come with me," and he says, "No."

You put your hand on his neck, and he says something like, "Mhm, not now, Lys," and you say, "Please," and he says, "No."

You put your lips on his neck, and he says, "Yes," but you say, "Come with me," and he says, "No." And he says, "Yes," and he says, "No," and he says, "Yes," until he pushes you away with a smile and says, "I have to work now, I’m sorry."

You say, "Fine."

He knows you need him, and you don’t know why, but maybe he does. Maybe it’s his knowledge, or maybe it’s his love, or maybe it’s his voice. You think about that the next time you ask and he says, "No."

"Why not?" you say.

"I’m not sure this is a good idea, that’s all." He frowns slightly, but his voice stays calm and loving.

"You don’t trust me," you say and immediately regret it.

"Don’t do this, Lys. 'No' means 'no,' and I’m not helping you with this Team Flare thing. I don’t like it, but we’re both adults, and we’re both free to do as we please. That includes not helping you."

You say, "Fine."

It’s not fine, though, you think as you sit and watch him work. You want him to be with you because if he’s not with you, he’s going to die with the others. You think about saying this but soon realize it sounds too much like a threat.

You think about it more as he moves to look over his notes: a perfect world without Augustine Sycamore.

It’s a strange thought.

He lets out a cry of surprise and drops something that shatters on the ground with a loud noise. You’re up so fast the room is spinning, but you grab him by the shoulders, startling him.

"Oh," he says. "I’m fine, just burnt myself. It’s okay."

You’re not letting him go. You’re not letting him go.

"Come with me," you say before you can stop the words. His shoulders slump under your hands.

He says, "No."