>pla protag dreams of their old life and family, and wakes in the night's darkness, feeling alone and suffocated under the crushing weight of their grief
>their gardevoir senses this overwhelmingly, and crawls under the covers with them
>strokes their hair, desperate to pull them away from the black hole in their heart
>protag is taken aback for some moments, but relaxes
>gazes into the slightly lambent, concerned red eyes, as gratitude and affection gushes in to fill the pit they had been falling into
>not for the first time, they realize how beautiful their pokemon is
>there wouldn't be anything wrong with...
>nobody will know...
>you let emotions sweep you past thoughts and into action, and like a runaway wave thoughtlessly crashing into the walls of a respectful sandcastle - you lean forward and lay a quick, chaste kiss on it's smooth, petal-like mouth
>you pull back and see it's eyes, wider, somehow even more focused on you. it's whole form perfectly still as it seems to work through comprehension of your action
>the feeling pulls back, leaving a salty brine of doubt in your mind
>seaweed begins to wetly gather around your heart and throat, and you start to open your mouth, to apologize to your pokemon, to gasp your shame - but your words are stalled by a slender green hand snaking it's way up your jaw
