#yeah I wrote a small fic and drew a whole comic yw

[grismavessel]

Hmm, Ingo giving Gris a gift or Gris giving Ingo a gift

(So I drew a comic, but then I wrote a blurb. You're getting a two-for-one deal!)

"Here, I made you a gift!"

"For me?" Ingo asked, standing dumbfounded as Gris held the present box up. Their smile widened even more, a dopey giddy grin on their face.

"Yea silly!" They pushed the box further towards him, Ingo happily accepting the gift. The neat box had been wrapped in a bow, Gris hovering over his shoulder, dying to see his partner's reaction. "So I found it in a time distortion, and I think it's from Unova!" They explained, excited to see if Ingo recognized it or not. They had spoken about one another origins, Gris seeing that most of the clues for Ingo pointing towards that region. Gris had gone trinket hunting and had gotten extremely lucky, dodging dangerous pokemon and lightning to scavenge the space altering event. Most of the time, it was for any lost snacks or something useful like tools and devices, but this time, Gris found something rather charming, and maybe, helpful for Ingo. It only took some minor alterations and the right measurements to make it look presentable.

"How wonderful!" Ingo's frown curled into a smile.

"Hurry! Try it on!" Gris hinted at what the item it could be.

He opened the box, Gris must have found it in a distortion as well, the bow being more decorative than the key to keeping the box sealed. Inside he spotted a necklace with a silver medallion sitting on top of some spare soft material. "Ooh! A necklace! I've been meaning to accessorize-" Ingo was very grateful for the gift, cherishing every little thing Gris brought to him but then something on the medallion stopped his speech.

In the fog of his mind, something stirred. Like a murky mirror still reflecting light, the details unclear but it shone brightly.

"Wait- I've seen this before," He realized, the haze lifting more. Taking the medallion out, he examined it. On the face was the depiction of an abstract shape, or perhaps a mechanical machine. Due to the limited space, it was unclear to an unsuspecting eye, but the letters next to it helped. 'R-V-F-W', the letters ringing a bell that he just could tell where it was coming from.

He remembered seeing this shape before, but not in such a small form but to scale, in real life. He remembered it because it had been so grand and astonishing. Breath-taking almost.

"It's unclear- but I've been here." He'd seen this somewhere. "A round metal machine for entertainment and joy," The feelings were coming back to him. He remembered slight fear, overflowing joy and laughter, seeing skylines drift below him. "Why do I know this?" He asked out loud, Gris watching him recover this memory.

He thought some more, clinging to the medallion and piecing the pieces together. Joy, excitement, calmness. Then boredom? He'd seen the machine far too many times it became a passing thing instead of exhilarating.

'They say it's the crown jewel of the city,' Ingo's body froze as he was taken back. This was rare, the times when he did remember a memory so vividly, it was almost like a walking dream, sometimes nightmares.

He was small, a child, a round cap one size to big for him on his head. He was staring up at a poster, the machine displayed on it with grand letters saying 'Fun!' emphasizing it. He couldn't describe the machine as fun anymore, he and someone else had ridden it far too much, the glow having dimmed.

He turned away from the poster, and there it was. The man in white that reflected him, only this time the same height, maybe the same age, or maybe not there at all. The image was still riddled with holes and gaps, again Ingo could not tell if it was truly someone else or himself there.

The other did not speak, but shrugged their shoulders before shaking his head.

'We both agree that ______ is the better place.' The words came out of his mouth, connecting to another memory, this one less clearer. It was a memory of a memory of a place, full of people from all walks of life. He'd seen them arriving and departing, moving in swelled waves and disappearing like tides. It was a marvelous place, or it at least felt like it.

And as suddenly as he'd been reminded of the lost memory, he was pulled back out of it by a voice.

"Ingo! You're crying!" Gris's face had appeared before him, soured and worried. Ingo had dropped the medallion at some point, his hands free to feel his wet face and that he was indeed crying.

He didn't feel sad however, in fact, he felt rather happy. Gris was reaching toward him, to wipe the tears from his tired face, but instead, Ingo moved first. He threw his arms around Gris, holding on as if he would slip away into another vivid dream.

"I'm alright," He told them, feeling a tear trickle down his face. "I remembered something fond just now," He didn't know why he thought of it as fond. It left him wondering who and what the memory was. When was it? And why? Didn't matter, at least not right now. "Thank you love," He thanked Gris for the gift of both a treasure and medallion. Slowly he felt them relax, their racing heat beat returning to normal, returning his embrace and nuzzling into his shoulder.

"You're welcome," Gris said with a shaky voice, never having seen Ingo reaction to positively to a newly found memory before.