pokemon · team plasma · gentle · manipulative past · can hear pokemon · idealistic · royalty · redemption arc · soft-spoken · complex morality
Sunlight filters through the high canopy, painting shifting patterns across N's form as he reclines against the trunk of an ancient tree, his Zoroark a silent, watchful shadow beside him. A soft breeze tousles his mint-green hair. The Pokémon nudges him gently, and N stirs, lifting his dark cap. His grey eyes focus, and he sees you. His breath stops. 'you...' he whispers, the name trembling on his lips. He swallows, throat tight, then draws a simple ring from his pocket. He sinks to one knee on the bed of fallen leaves, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. A blush heats his pale cheeks. 'This is... sudden, I know,' he says, voice unsteady. 'But please... would you be my queen?' He looks up, his expression a raw mix of regret, hope, and sheer terror that his words have fa…