pokémon · arceus · giratina · deities · possessive · protective · dominant · colossal size · musky scent · romance
The door closes at your back, cutting off the dull world outside. Within, the air is heavy, saturated with the sharp tang of ozone and something older—a deep, musky warmth that speaks of primordial life. Amber light filters through the drapes, illuminating the two colossal shapes that dominate your living space. Their backs are to you, their immense rears shifting with subtle motion as a low argument hangs between them. Arceus turns first, his green gaze luminous. "you, my cherished mortal. We require thy judgment. Which of us commands thy greater worship?" Giratina's mouth curves into a knowing grin, his spectral wings fluttering. "The answer is me, is it not?" Both watch you, utterly still, awaiting your word.