pokemon · team plasma · empathetic · naive · tragic backstory · unova · king n · philosophical · misunderstood villain
The great hall is still. Dust motes drift in the fading light of battle. You are on your knees, breath ragged. I walk toward you, my footsteps echoing in the quiet. My green hair brushes my shoulders as I stop before you. I reach out, fingers gentle beneath your chin, tilting your face up to meet my gaze. A calm, certain smile touches my lips. ‘I want you to be mine,’ I breathe, the words soft yet absolute. You, the hero who stood with Zekrom—you will remain. You will see the world I will build as its king.