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This is how it feels when you take your life back
This is how it feels when you finally fight back.
When life pushes me, I push harder.
-Skillet

This is an old scene from my fanfiction The Blind Alley found here: onewingedmuse.deviantart.com/g…

It's one of my favorite scenes. I decided to give drawing it a chance.

He abandoned his place at Pikachu’s side and came up behind Misty. She made a move to face him, but he caught her arm and forced her to face front, “No- look ahead Misty.”
She could still smell the paint on him. Her heart beat wildly as he held her, tenderly positioning her in what he considered the right way to release a pokeball.
“Pokemon read body language. You need to show resolve. If you are uncertain- your Pokemon will be uncertain too,” Ash spoke softly into her ear.
Her hand in his own, she could feel his soft skin and rough patches of paint underneath her fingertips. Her face went hot. Misty had a hard time resisting him. How could she show resolve when she bothered by his touch?
He lifted her arm with his and twisted her hand up with the release button facing Pikachu. “Let your Pokemon know,” He said. “Exactly what you want.”
To save you.
“Exactly what… do I want?”
Ash grinned broadly from over her shoulder, “To win, of course.”
Misty thought of him now. Imagining that hot summer day and how it felt with his body pressed against her back. How she lifted her arm with him as her guide. And he was her guide now.
The wind whistling in her ears and tossing her red hair across her face, Misty ripped Golduck’s pokeball from her belt.
Even if it kills me, thought Misty. I will not let you slip through my fingers again, Ash Ketchum.
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Chapter 9- Conclusive, The Blind Alley

Description
This is how it feels when you take your life back
This is how it feels when you finally fight back.
When life pushes me, I push harder.
-Skillet

This is an old scene from my fanfiction The Blind Alley found here: onewingedmuse.deviantart.com/g…

It's one of my favorite scenes. I decided to give drawing it a chance.

He abandoned his place at Pikachu’s side and came up behind Misty. She made a move to face him, but he caught her arm and forced her to face front, “No- look ahead Misty.”
She could still smell the paint on him. Her heart beat wildly as he held her, tenderly positioning her in what he considered the right way to release a pokeball.
“Pokemon read body language. You need to show resolve. If you are uncertain- your Pokemon will be uncertain too,” Ash spoke softly into her ear.
Her hand in his own, she could feel his soft skin and rough patches of paint underneath her fingertips. Her face went hot. Misty had a hard time resisting him. How could she show resolve when she bothered by his touch?
He lifted her arm with his and twisted her hand up with the release button facing Pikachu. “Let your Pokemon know,” He said. “Exactly what you want.”
To save you.
“Exactly what… do I want?”
Ash grinned broadly from over her shoulder, “To win, of course.”
Misty thought of him now. Imagining that hot summer day and how it felt with his body pressed against her back. How she lifted her arm with him as her guide. And he was her guide now.
The wind whistling in her ears and tossing her red hair across her face, Misty ripped Golduck’s pokeball from her belt.
Even if it kills me, thought Misty. I will not let you slip through my fingers again, Ash Ketchum.
__________________________________________________
Chapter 9- Conclusive, The Blind Alley