#silviagiovanni

[colpisce-blog]

Is this supposed to be funny? A joke? [ Their eyes and hair color are similar (though the style differs), identical pale skin, gloves: the works. Was that purple-haired twit from Team Rocket trying to play games again? Probably.

But could he change his gender or height? If it was, he’d have to get answers out of “him”. Shouldn’t be that hard since he seems to be rather loose-lipped anyway. ]

The fuck are you doing? Disguising yourself as me now? Are you serious? 

[seductressblue-blog]

“Silvia, Gold says you are miiiiine.  So me, you date, now.”

[johtokris-blog]

Different fates entwine.

Kris rarely visited here, but once every two weeks or so she did. The Pokémon Tower, Lavender Town. Sighing softly the bluenette had taken a few days to herself, Red was likely training hard as usual on Mt Silver so she had some spare time for herself. This location was somewhere she tended to only visit when she knew no one else was around. As she entered the tower, she felt a cold chill go down her spine. She was more emotionless than her friends would see her. Red didn’t know yet, nor did Dawn and the Silver she knew likely did not know either. Still, it was a place she would visit. A home for many of the Pokemon who fell victim to her father’s cruelty. If she had known sooner…maybe- maybe more of them would be alive. She was grateful the tower was still standing. Within her arms was several flowers, finding the spot she had chosen for the group of Pokemon she had found at her father’s lab. She knew there were more, many more- but she could not find them all. Resting a flower inside a vase next to every single grave, easily over thirty but she did not care. Every single one deserved her attention. The guilt hung hard on her heart, a deep rip, it weighed heavier than any enemy could ever throw at all. She had not known her father’s intentions, nor had she even known the man had been alive until her mother had told her. And by then? Who knew how many had already perished? Placing the last flower in the vase, she made sure to always visit to re-place the flower with a fresh one.

“I am so sorry- that I could not save you all sooner…” She whispered before kneeling down in-front of the graves. Her blue fringe covered her crystal orbs, even in private she would not cry. She wished she could hear their voices, know if they were free- if they knew where their friends or family were so she could bring them here to rest and give them all a proper burial and resting place. “…I was too young to know- and when I did finally find out he was troublesome to find…”

Even now was her father dead or still walking in the shadows? Clutching her fingers into balled fists, she took a breath before placing her hands in her lap. “I wish I could have saved you all—I wish…I wish I could have saved all of you….” Whispering it to herself, but yet she knew their spirits would hear her. She didn't feel cold, rather more-so warm. She had been visiting for a rather long time now.

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