Night sky fell upon the Sinnoh Region, as stars glistered luminously amongst the fine black diaphanous cashmere of the midnight air. Cool summer breeze swept by, gently caressing his slick fur, Palkia slowly trudged through the tranquil forest. His quiescent footsteps grew heavier, as the radiant moonlight shot through the thick deciduous leaves of the everlasting majestic forest.
A sniff echoed from far ahead, as he inhaled a bit too sharply. Prudently taking a careful step closer, he felt tension building up in the atmosphere when he saw an azure deity of time sitting on her haunches, silently sobbing in the corner.
Every legendary knew about Palkia's crush on his counterpart Dialga, and he'd known her since the beginning of time and space (the puns ). She always protected him, stood for him, supported him throughout their voyage of life, and he sought of her as his true friend. He, in juxtaposition to Dialga, was timid and deceptively shy, sometimes regarded as even jejune and irresponsible due to his lack of physical strength.
Despite of her almost omnipotent nature, her fortitude still wasn't strong enough to endure such excruciating mental pain as upon being rejected. In the back of his mind, he can clearly see the imaging so vivid of his past. The acute nostalgia rushed against his feline face.
When they were younger, Dialga had always companied him, sympathized him, and supported his ideas. She always acted so tough and invincible in front of him, but secretly, she was weak inside. Over their life spans, she never showed her weakness in front of him, thus she was so mentally frail.
As he gradually surfaced from his reverie, a stream of tears cascaded down from the brim of her eyes, and damped the verdant grass beneath her broad build. A strong anxiety shadowed her mien, her deep shaded Crimson eyes dull and hazy, slightly bloodshot from all the crying. Under the luminous shimmers of the moon, he realized just how aesthetic yet austere she looked; polished metal plates strapped to the sides of her face, a diamond-like crystal gem adorning her heaving chest, her skin resplendently cerulean. Dialga was a fine work of art, and he knew she was one of Arceus' proudest works, alongside Giratina.
He let a heavy sigh escape the edge of his lips, his nostrils filled with her fleeting aromatic scent. He inhaled the sweet tinted air, before sidling up to her and laid a firm claw on her back.
She stiffened as she felt her heart skipped a beat, her eyes widened an inch or so. She turned ever so slightly to meet his sympathy drenched eyes, she loosened a bit, racing heartbeat calmed a bit.
Palkia felt an urge to smile when he grazed his claws across her eyes as he gently wiped off the tears that still clung to her Crimson orbs. He soothingly brushed his hand across her short cut fur; they were so soft, yet withstood countless hits and scratches.
A tiny upward quirk of her lips crossed her countenance when the Fuschia deity of space gently nuzzled her, allowing her to burrow her snout deep in his warm embrace. He felt heat radiating off her now relaxed body, as her cool breath caressed his slick fur the same way the summer breeze did.
And he enjoyed it.
He gathered all his courage, before murmuring in her ears, voice barely above a whisper, "You're not alone, Dialga."
The said deity of time smiled, as her eyes met his.
She knew he was always there for her.