angel, rogue bastard
he / him
twenty-six
july 21st
alto mare, johto
heterosexual
pilot
nautica owner
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angelo vestri
Late Bloomer
POSTED ON Aug 2, 2022 18:21:14 GMT
[attr="class","angelocam"] Arrows of ruby and sapphire break through the troposphere, pushing effortlessly through the clouds to find what awaited them on the other side of the rainbow. When his eyes finally lock onto their destination, summoned by a river of Gracideas, it steals Angelo's breath away. Floating atop an ocean of fluffy white sits an island, lush and verdant as it basks beneath the endless sky. Untouched and thriving, as Latios descends towards the floating garden paradise, familiar pink flowers wave in the breeze like a welcoming dance. Angelo immediately knows, even before his boots hit the dirt, that he'd take this over a pot of gold. “ It is now,” he's just as breathless when Locke Jamison lands, retrieving his journal from his jacket pocket without taking his eyes off the gravity defying isle. His heart flutters as weightless as the slice of paradise they stand upon. An explorer's high thrumming addicting through his veins. “ Damn. I've never come across anything like this before.” As they splinter off, Angelo takes notes in his journal about the land that they'd discovered. About its location, environment and anything of interest. As Angelo leans over the edge to peer at the thick sheet of cloud below, Latios hovering beside him, he wonders if there are more out there in the Hoennian skies... “ How difficult do you think it would be for me to convince Sky to move onto one of these?” He laughs over his shoulder towards his friend, peering up from checking whether his GPS receiver could pick up on the coordinates. With the Gracidea flower between her paws, Angelo catches sight of the Eon sister hovering above the swaying blooms, head pointed down as she floats with wide-eyed, focused intent in curious directions. She's following something. “ What've you got there, Latias?” Fishing around in his pocket as he walks over to the flower patch, Angelo releases a Appletun to join them on the floating paradise. Mouth-watering SWEET SCENTS wafting from the dumpy dragon's back. “ Give it some space.” [newclass=.angelocam] [/newclass][newclass=.angelocam b] color: #95a2b5; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.angelocam i] color: #95a2b5; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.angelocam u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: dashed 1px #95a2b5; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass]
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