[And so it does, sides heaving with exertion under his roots.
Gladion has his face buried in Silvally's feathers the whole way, arms slung around its neck, tail looped tightly around himself. It's relatively easy to endure, in silence and stillness. To have no other option. He can't want what doesn't exist yet.
He doesn't move from the spot once they arrive, either. As long as he stays still, his hunger will keep its shape inside him. Once he remembers he can reach for things, there's no telling what he'll do.]
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Date: 2023-07-09 10:58 pm (UTC)Gladion has his face buried in Silvally's feathers the whole way, arms slung around its neck, tail looped tightly around himself. It's relatively easy to endure, in silence and stillness. To have no other option. He can't want what doesn't exist yet.
He doesn't move from the spot once they arrive, either. As long as he stays still, his hunger will keep its shape inside him. Once he remembers he can reach for things, there's no telling what he'll do.]