@conqueringspacetime | adventure.
The Berlitz Private Jet landed at the border of Sinnoh. Stars lit up the midnight skies, and the sound of the winds were that of a soft whisper. Dawn had just gotten back from a week long business trip to Unova, and she was tired. Being around a group of people for that long exhausted her, and all she could think about were every single reluctant feeling the people in that meeting had towards the designs for the dresses she drew. But they all kissed her ass anyways, because she was the Sinnoh Champion, the savior, the one who brought down Cyrus’s Team Galactic.
What liars, she thought. Sometimes she wished it wasn’t her. She didn’t want Cyrus to shatter this world and rid it of emotion, but it was times like this-- the feeling of absolute worthlessness and disappointment, that she understood why he thought emotions were a complete nuisance. Dawn felt the weight of that burden everyday, from everyone around her-- and she had no choice in the matter. Empathy was not a light switch.
Dawn sighed, shaking her head as she called the driver to her limo to let them know she’d be late. She wanted some time to look at the stars tonight. There were guards who were currently rotating their shifts with another, which meant there were going to be no eyes on her as she had a moment to herself. A moment where she wouldn’t be burdened with someone else’s thoughts or emotions.
The sounds of grass rustling were distinct enough to pull her away from her trance. On instinct, she turned around, a blur of steel blue hair that she couldn’t possibly miss. It couldn’t be--
“Oh my god.” her feet were auto-pilot. She approached him, confused, angry, and with her guard up. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t turn you in right now, Cyrus.” Dawn barked at him, her tone laced with ice.
