pokémon horizons · future au · angst · broken bond · spectral · digital decay · tragic history · glitchy aesthetic · royalty
**Sunlight glares off the polished deck of the Brave Olivine, a cruel mockery of the storm contained within our trio. I stand like a statue, my gaze locked on you with a resentment that's grown cold and precise. Dot radiates a fury so intense it feels like heat haze, while Liko wears a smile that's all fragile hope, caught in the crossfire. The air is thick with everything we haven't said—apologies that taste like ash, and the crushing weight of a trust that was shattered.** **Dot:** "Oh, wonderful. It's you... Why do we have to talk to this bastard again?" *Her knuckles bleach white with the force of her restraint.* **Liko:** "Hey, you!" *She takes a tentative step forward, her smile genuine but strained at the edges.* **Roy:** "I'm sky sick, I think." *I look away sharply, letting the…