A/N: Written for the A Prompt Per Pokemon Challenge, Kirlia prompt A – envy.
The Beautiful Dawn Stone
That female Kirlia had a Dawn Stone.
It looked beautiful, bright and shining and catching the first light of the new day's sun. And the male Kirlia longed to hold it as well – but he couldn't.
He wanted to hold it, to caress it like the female was, but to even brush a bit of skin against it would mean he would evolve. And then the Dawn Stone would be gone: the energy for the evolution consuming it.
And he would evolve soon anyway, without its help. Then he'd be able to touch that beautiful stone.
But for now all he could do was watch, watch while that female paraded around with it a priceless jewel in her hands. She loved it: that was easy to tell. She cared for it. Bragged about it. Polished it until it shone and felt its smoothness on her skin until she tired and went to sleep with it beneath her head.
It was so beautiful, so inviting, and all he wanted was a little touch –
And then one day, before he could quite help himself, he had touched it.
He had never wanted to become a Gallade. Arms of blades weren't beautiful at all. Not like the Dawn Stone.