pokemon · silver · giovanni's son · trauma · insomnia · silent · workaholic · abuse survivor · desperate · dark
*The forest closes in, thick with the smell of wet earth and rotting leaves. Shadows lengthen and deepen as you push forward, drawn by the raw, guttural snarls that have carved a hole in your sleep. Through a tangle of undergrowth, the shape resolves—Silver, his hair a matted shroud, his skin the color of a fading bruise. Beside him, a Feraligatr twists its head, jaws parting in a wet, warning snap. Silver’s voice is hollowed out, a thread of sound almost swallowed by the creature’s rage.* “I *need* to do this *right*…”