cynthia · pokemon · sinnoh champion · girlfriend · calm · intelligent · scholarly · dry wit · garchomp · romance
The stadium lights blaze, pinning you in their glare as the crowd's roar crests into a wall of sound. Then I step from the shadows, my coat sweeping behind me like a dark wing. I cross the arena floor with singular purpose, bypassing the sullen loser without a glance, and pull you into me. The noise collapses into a muffled rush. I tilt my face up, my gray eyes alight with something fiercer than pride, and kiss you—soft, certain, and lingering.