[attr="class","spiral"]Refusal is not something to be tolerated. It is a concept that eludes Fernando’s favor. These people, mere insects, are meant to obey him. Because he knows better. To see them oppose him on their misguided ideals sickens him to the core.

But here, in an intimacy bred between someone meant to cater to his whim, is a flash of excitement.

His momentum falters when his bare ass meets the edge of the bed. Backed into a corner, he folds, supine with expectation. What drapes over him is not just darkness but a momentary weakness pried apart by someone willing to swallow his pent up frustration.

Everyone has needs.

Fernando loves through physical touch. Not a love direct at a person, but the raw emotion peels away from the human tethers of attachment. It’s essence, a need to care, blossoms in his response, burying his attentiveness in a humility of moans and well placed kisses.

As a human, Fernando makes love to her, engorged on her willingness to entertain his necessity.

However, Fernando is not just human. He is an Avatar. A being that puts aside their earthly attachments for a chance to be something greater: to carry out their will.

The body is a temple, the means of a contract that houses the fantastical in ways unforeseen. The palpations of the heart, bled through sweat and rising exertions, push his body to the edge. Stress, whether good or bad, start a reaction that drenches the room in the musk of his MISTY TERRAIN. His release comes in more ways than one.

“Lulu!”

Exasperation splits the fog in half. Her DARK VOID may entrap him, cozy in the sense that it clenches him with a vice grip untold, but she cannot coax him without challenge. In the folds of her darkness is a void to be filled.

To contain him is to set a limit. This is the cage. Its dimensions are set in stone, able to expand, but fixed to the limits of its foundation. So what happens when he goes beyond? When he expands to her limit and then some?

He fills her with MISTY TERRAIN. The way it expands is gentle at first, plenty of space to inhabit until he there is no crevice that does feel him. When her limit is reached, he does not stop. What barrier he cannot pass, he applies more pressure. It gets thicker with intensity, a smog of emotions becoming visible as the space becomes laced in a hazy of primal instincts.

In the gasps that comes from a room alit in cool colors is the silhouette of his guardian.

Each Legendary is different. Some baby their humans while others watch from a forlorn distance. Tapu Fini is an anomaly among them. It cares not for Fernando in the same vein his Pokemon mean nothing to him. They are simply a means to an end, business partners as sure as the marrow in their bones.

The agreement is simple: a balance must be maintained.

And to that end, Tapu Fini will offset the scales anytime they lean too far against him. In the hallows of their bedroom, within the pit of Darkrai’s influence, Tapu Fini remains lurking, a blotted out moon in the cloudy night sky.