pokemon; untitled | Grovyle/Hero
Title: untitled
Pairing: Grovyle/Hero
Summary: Something just doesn't feel right.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or the Mystery Dungeon games.
Notes: Again, some spoilers. I honesty couldn't think of a title for this, and since I really wanted to get the last of the Mystery Dungeon fic I've written posted, I decided to do so without one.
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Dusknoir has succeeded. The villainous Grovyle has been captured. The Time Gears have been returned. The world has been saved.
But something just doesn't feel right. Her partner doesn't seem to notice, as caught up in her starry-eyed admiration of the great Dusknoir as she is. Neither does anyone else, it seems. All eyes are on Dusknoir, admiring him, and none seem to notice.
She doesn't understand it. Seeing that Grovyle there, are all he's done, bound in rope- it should bring triumph and happiness to her heart. But all she can feel is fear, a desperate, consuming fear, and dread, and- heartbreak.
Part of her wishes Dusknoir will not leave so soon, wishes he would stay longer, wishes that he would stay long enough for her to understand why this Grovyle inspires such a reaction in her.
She wishes she knew why seeing that Grovyle like this wants to make her cry instead of laugh.
Pairing: Grovyle/Hero
Summary: Something just doesn't feel right.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or the Mystery Dungeon games.
Notes: Again, some spoilers. I honesty couldn't think of a title for this, and since I really wanted to get the last of the Mystery Dungeon fic I've written posted, I decided to do so without one.
untitled
Dusknoir has succeeded. The villainous Grovyle has been captured. The Time Gears have been returned. The world has been saved.
But something just doesn't feel right. Her partner doesn't seem to notice, as caught up in her starry-eyed admiration of the great Dusknoir as she is. Neither does anyone else, it seems. All eyes are on Dusknoir, admiring him, and none seem to notice.
She doesn't understand it. Seeing that Grovyle there, are all he's done, bound in rope- it should bring triumph and happiness to her heart. But all she can feel is fear, a desperate, consuming fear, and dread, and- heartbreak.
Part of her wishes Dusknoir will not leave so soon, wishes he would stay longer, wishes that he would stay long enough for her to understand why this Grovyle inspires such a reaction in her.
She wishes she knew why seeing that Grovyle like this wants to make her cry instead of laugh.