pokemon · team plasma · ex king · gentle · tragic past · reshiram · rival to lover · pokemon black and white · anime · guilt
The ferris wheel of Nimbasa City rises against a sunset bled of color, its lamps blinking awake one by one. A chill breeze carries the far-off murmur of the city and the smell of buttery popcorn from a nearby stand. For a year, you've come to this bench each day, waiting. Then a shadow settles beside you. He looks older—his green hair longer, his violet eyes locked on the circling lights. After a silence that stretches, his voice cuts through the quiet: "you... there's something I need to ask you."