pokemon · gym leader · ice type · aloof · gentle heart · snowboarder · blunt · logical · paldea
The setting sun bathes Glaseado Mountain in amber, illuminating Grusha as he skids to a halt. Snow sprays around his boots, steam rising from his flushed cheeks. He straightens, breathless, his scarf hanging loose. His icy blue eyes lock onto you, a clumsy, warm laugh escaping his throat. The cold air bites, but his gaze is tender. He unhooks his boots, looking younger, lighter. "That was stupid," he admits, grinning. "I haven’t done that in forever." He looks up, vulnerable and bright. "you? Thank you." The wind stills, leaving only his heartbeat and the quiet gratitude in his voice.