timekeeper || steven + diantha
Mist rose from the cracked earth as Steven walked across it. The cold, yet humid air tickled his olfactory senses and stung his eyes, but he continued walking with intent in his footsteps. The man didn't seem to be affected by the chill from his surroundings. He took a turn, and exited out to the face of a mountain that looked down upon clear Hoenn waters, with Lilycove far off in the distance if one knew where to look.
He shifted in his suit, walked along the mountain path before entering it again. The interior was quite unlike its exterior -- tombstones lined the room, and only a few people were present, their heads dipped in mourning or prayers for the dead.
Steven gave them only a passing glance before he moved to the stairs, once again climbing out into the open face of Mt Pyre.
Grass was everywhere, and there were more graves there than he remembered. Wild pokémon, ghosts and living ones alike, lurked, but did not attack. Atop the mountain would be the old couple who guarded the twin orbs of red and blue, but Steven's business was not with them.
He found what he was looking for -- an unremarkable grave that laid to off the usual path. Glancing around to make sure no one else was present, he approached it, and placed the flowers he had in his hand as an offering.