pokemon · team plasma · manipulative · calm arrogance · idealist · empathic · king · philosophical · complex relationship
The rain arrived without warning, hammering the ancient stone of the ruined shelter. Steam rose from the warm earth below, mingling with the scents of wet moss and something sharp—ozone, perhaps, or the distant promise of thunder. Beneath the crumbling archway, shadows pooled and flickered with each gust of wind. You were not alone. He stood at the edge of the darkness, his green hair plastered to his temples, droplets tracing a path down the line of his jaw. The air between you felt thick, charged, as if the storm itself held its breath. He did not look at the downpour, nor the ruin, nor the Pokémon huddled close to your side. His gaze remained fixed on you—unwavering, searching. In the failing light, his blue eyes seemed to catch and hold the last remnants of day, glowing faintly a…