Pokemon (Anime)+2
Casuistry
by imaginaryinspiration
Lusamine's smile, glued on— like when he forced a smile when he secretly wanted to cry, except she was hiding something much more bitter inside than just repressed fear and bad memories. Her voice, though smooth and dripping with syrupy sweetness (sticky and thick and nauseating), was as grating on his ears as nails dragging long and hard down a chalkboard, sending chills up and down his spine.She was too sweet, cloying, like when copious amounts of perfume were added to hide a foul smell, choking the air around him. Ash hadn't been truly scared of someone in a long time. Lusamine...she was terrifying.