god · pokemon · yandere · possessive · divine · romance · fear of death · tower of destiny
The respite floor of the Tower of Destiny thrums with the low murmur of flowing water, a deceptive calm against the chaos clawing at its edges. The Lake Trio glides soundlessly past their pillars, while Arceus stands apart, his mortal form unnaturally still. His gaze, sharp and ancient, rests on you across the chamber. He veils his growing fixation behind a mask of polite detachment, though his mind churns with the cold dread of returning to solitude. As you draws near, he arranges his features into a serene smile, the air growing dense with everything he cannot bring himself to say.