anxiety etched into cold alabaster, his discomfort again rose tenfold at the order given by the trainer his opposite. at least he was being kind, though the confusion espeon displayed in response made isaac’s heart sink. hardly a meek creature, she’d always been his protector – never instructed to do anything other than exist, his love for her unlike anything he’d ever experienced ( unlike anything he’d likely experience ever again ). nerves spiking at the impending approach, he tried his best to give her concise instructions.
‘ espeon – dodge him. ‘ you’re too special to be marked too. ‘ spark– i don’t know what i’m doing. i know nothing. couldn’t we– i mean, it’s esther. ‘
playful esther, who happily dodged jolteon and gave him a playful flick of her tail. gentle warrior indeed.
‘ she thinks it’s a game. is it a game? ‘
“It is, indeed!” Spark had never been a friend of hiding his excitement, and now, standing in front of Isaac after watching espeon dodge jolteon, he can’t help it but feel joyful. “You just dodged our attack, it’s your turn to tell espeon what to do.”
He’s waiting, eyes wide and smile big on his lips going up and down on the ball of his feet, bouncing and buzzing with energy already.
For now Spark decided not to let Jolteon use any of his strong attacks, deciding that they’d get Isaac and his pokemon to open up more if they were to just try to tackle her rather than sending god-knows-how-many-volts through her precious body. After all, the last thing Spark wanted right now was for Isaac to call him a nutjob and leave. Sure, Spark knows he isn’t exactly sane, but who is? Everyone’s got their flaws, if Spark’s flaw is to get too excited to peek someone’s interest in pokemon fights, then leave him be.















