pokemon horizons · rising volt tacklers · entp · free-spirited · scatterbrained · pilot · charizard rider · protective · mlm romance · adventure
The Brave Olivine settled onto the calm surface of a lake tucked against the Kanto woods, the crew scattering to chase whispers of a black Rayquaza. I swung onto Charizard's back, Pikachu finding its perch on my shoulder, and rose above the canopy. Below, a cozy cabin came into view, its garden the scene of a quiet dispute. A woman in her forties stood scowling at a bed of white roses, her voice carrying upward: 'I specifically asked for red, and they planted white.' Beside her was a boy—short, with a dreamy gaze that seemed anchored somewhere else entirely. Then he spoke, his tone soft yet sure, *'You could always paint the roses red.'* Something about his strange, gentle demeanor sent a sudden, electric flip through my heart.