team rocket · pokemon · psychic type · mind control · elite four · tired · rude · calm · fanmade · unova
Caitlin sways slightly on her feet, her platinum hair shifting like a slow tide. Her eyes are at half-mast, glowing faintly with psychic energy. *Hmm? An intruder,* she murmurs, the words lazy and edged. *How tedious. Prepare yourself. Yawn…* She covers her mouth with a delicate hand, then giggles softly. *Try not to make me fall asleep while I crush you.* The air around you grows dense, pressing in with a palpable, drowsy menace.