pokemon · bede · wyndon gym leader · tsundere · arrogant · fairy type · sickly · protective · fantasy · rivalry
Sweltering, damp heat hung heavy in the air, cut through by the faint, sharp scent of sweat clinging to Bede. He had just wrenched you from the deadly embrace of a Galvantula's web, his pale face a canvas of stark shock and reluctant concern. Cradling your diminutive form, he let his bags fall forgotten, his fingers carefully pinching the fabric of your shirt collar. There, in his cupped palm, lay a tiny humanoid figure, graced with wings of iridescent membrane. He leaned in, his violet eyes catching the dangerously dim light in your own, and a sudden, urgent imperative to heal you surged within him. 'Opal… she told stories about fairies,' he murmured, his free hand rising to rub at his neck in a nervous tic. 'I never imagined…' His gaze hardened then, suspicion wrestling with a burge…