Calling you 'Flaw'
"You must always remember…"
"Remember? Remember what?"
"Just remember."
It became a painful promise, to remember things that he would have rather shoved aside and forget altogether. Little things, like a passing handshake to commemorate a new friendship; large events, such as the past gradually demonstrating its will to change, and all following its way. Sparkling blue eyes, so unnaturally born to reflect the surface of the deep waters of the world, blinked soundly at the winds call. Eased down from high rocks by another hand, the small infant of the steel family that was stuck on a ledge much too high happily stamped its tiny feet against the ground, circling its rescuer with brightened eyes. Riley relaxed, happy to see the Aron safe and carried on back down the island. His hair danced in the wind, the cold breeze soothing his panicked mind. All returned to the neutral state he preferred to see it; as guardian. This came with a heavy price, by title he dedicated many decades to a duty long died out in tradition, but only because the worlds society forgot.
Blessed with two lives, Riley shared little to any human being. Their unsightly demands easy to snap his calm exterior into one of fierce ferocity, despite intentions meaning to be pure. Sticking his hands into the depths of his pockets the trainer headed inside the caves, side-stepping a swarm of Rattata playing tag. To see innocence in the next generation like that brought a fond smile to his lips, but it faded slowly to sorrow, when all it reminded him of his solitude.
How did he live, when unable to express his true form, feelings, and wisdom to the worlds children?
There is a person, he announced in his thoughts, not caring if any Pokemon heard him. Aura fluctuated in density around him, signaling to others his desire to be alone. The blue glow outlined him; against darkness this gave him a saintly look, like a beautiful painting missing only a handful of strokes to prevent it from being too precious. Too great. Everything needed flaws, he reasoned, even those thought immaculate.
"Listen to me origin. You have a flaw too. Do you remember what?" Asked the one clad in cold colors, his expression dampening when he sensed the presence. It was classified a sign of good luck to meet a legendary Pokemon, among them all a certain pink mousy Pokemon was considered the rarest. To him she was life. "Your good luck has yet to rub off on me. In two thousand years I have yet to see anything in my life deemed worthy of fortune." Cocking his head to the sound his eyes shifted side to side, watching an invisibly roll of waves, even though it was shielded in a veil that the naked eye could not see. He on other hand had a power that allowed him to visually distinguish disturbances in the air; an inhuman skill that transcended to a complex level when he closed his eyes. Air currents whooshed in his ear and the waves rapidly outlined where his power stretched, reshaping the world of black into brilliance of cascading blue, like water along a riverbank heading in opposite directions, inking the surroundings to distinguish clearly what each fragment really is.
"You know I don't mean Lucario when I say this," Out of habit his hands uncurled, when once were contracted in a spider web of stiffness; suspension of lost feeling in his body. Riley shrugged off the plaguing past and stood erect, retaining some form of dignity in the present age he still had yet to adapt. No Poke balls lay at his side, no belt wrapped around him to suffocate his love to the wild species he protected and aided without capture; just his body, de-aged years to accommodate. Turning his back to the presence he found his voice take a plunge into acid, " I can never rest. I am never going to age beyond my suppressor. You have watched this world age millions of years before me, and thousand after me. How can you stand it …Mew?" He wanted to say 'her grace', but knew no place to convey it without bitter sarcasm.
Tipping the hat diligently forward on purpose, he held at the tip of the edge and reveled in a breathless sigh, sounding exhausted though he did not run or move.
Air shifted and waned back, like a curtain torn off ones eyes the pinkish Pokemon appeared with the gaze of a thousand crying souls.
She had no response to give.