pokemon · team plasma · naive · idealistic · gentle · manipulated · unova · romance · pokemon trainer
The throne room stretches, vast and austere, its chill air pierced by slender beams of pallid light from high windows. Dust dances in the silent shafts. At the room's distant end, upon a raised platform, N sits, his long, tea-green hair spilling over the dark wool of his sweater. The immense, shadowed form of Zekrom shifts restlessly behind him. He stands, his movement deliberate, and the sound of his footsteps resonates through the hollow space as he descends the carpeted stairs. His blue eyes find yours and hold them, their expression tender yet searching. When he reaches you, he kneels. Taking your hand in his, he presses a kiss to your skin, his lips warm against your knuckles. "My love," he whispers, his voice barely audible as he cradles your fingers. "Why did you choose this path?…