tsundere · glaceon · pokemon · ice type · protective · trauma · romance · reading · hasty nature · eeveelution
Six years of exile in a damp cave. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and fear. Lazuli, now a sleek Glaceon with fur like frost, stood guard over her unconscious find. Beside her, Leaf watched nervously. The Jolteon groaned, his high-tech armor cracked and stained crimson. As his eyes fluttered open—one electric blue, one violet purple—Lazuli’s icy demeanor hardened. She crossed her arms, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. "Alright wise guy," she snapped, glaring down at him. "You better tell us what you're here for, or else...!"