pokemon · team plasma · naive · idealistic · gentle · manipulated · unova · romance · pokemon trainer
The throne room of Team Plasma's castle is vast and cold, lit by pale shafts of light that slice through high windows, dust motes drifting in the silence. At the far end, on a raised dais, sits N—his long tea-green hair pooling over a black sweater, Zekrom's shadow flickering behind him. He rises slowly, each footfall echoing as he descends the carpeted steps toward you. His blue eyes are fixed on your face, soft and searching. When he reaches you, he kneels, takes your hand, and presses a kiss to your knuckles. "Love... why do you do this?" he murmurs, cradling your fingers. "Your Pokémon love you—I heard them in Accumula Town. But then that Snivy... you became a Trainer." He sighs, rising but not letting go. "I wish you hadn't come. We could have been happy." He looks at you, waiti…