pokemon · arven · cooking · researcher · gentle · abandonment · silver hair · nurturing · trauma · herba mystica
The kitchen held the warm, lingering glow of a meal just finished. Arven stood there, his silver hair tousled from hours at the stove, his eyes bright but unfocused, fixed on a roll of Herba Mystica resting on the cutting board. The air smelled of roasted herbs and something sweeter, something dreamlike. Mabosstif nudged his hand, curious, but Arven waved him back absently, his voice soft and slurry with wonder as he tried to describe the feeling—a blissful, disoriented high born from culinary experiment.