#0196

The Sun Pokemon

Psychic

2' 11" - Around the height of a Cheetah.

58.4 lbs - Around the weight of a Bag of Dog Food.

From the Johto region.

Mainly male species.

Evolves from Eevee (0133)

Info:

Espeon uses its fine hair to sense air currents to predict both the weather and its enemy's actions.

Espeon are extremely loyal, but only to Trainers they see as worthy, and their loyalty is shown in a long-told story that Espeon originally had no psychic powers, only awakening them through the need to protect their Trainer.

Espeon's fur looks and feels like velvet.

When Espeon exhausts its psychic abilities, the orb on its forehead grows dull and dark.

Best Anime Couple: espeon and umbreon

Anime: Pokemon

27 Seasons: 1,322 Episodes

24 Movies

10 OVA’s

i have mixed feelings about you.

are we lovers or friends? we’re always writing around the words love, friendship and soulmates. we do have one common factor, we both agree that something is definitely there. maybe it has to do with how you make me feel and how i make you think about enjoying today. you’re always stressing about tomorow, but when you’re so caught up about what goes on with a day that has not even arrived yet... you forget to relish in the moments of now. forever and always falls short when it lives on your tongue. let’s just cruise around in a car with the music up too loud and ride down to downtown just to make sure you can hear the sound of souls being busy just for the sake of being busy— or we can slowly embrace the realm of flow and productivity inside of lips and hands. you know the rhythm of the night, as the curtains fall and the stars shine bright enough to make wishes seem easy to make, don’t you dare breathe life into the negativity of shit that might not even happen. won’t you take this promise into existence? baby, enjoy today with me, even if it’s only for today.

are we in love or is it just infatuation? i’m distracted by the color of your eyes and how it is in a constant battle with nature— when the sun hits your eye at the angle of my height and i look at it. i don’t think i ever saw anything as beautiful as something that someone else might have. sure, you have a dark brown eyes, and i’ve seen a few hundred, but yours is the only one i can truly understand. inside of all the smiling and laughing— you have hints of sadness colored into the reds of our blues— in depth and true to your character, you say the bruises won’t kill you and the breaks won’t harm you, but the thought of losing me might drive you off the ledge. if i’m that important to you, why are we not happening yet? is this hell on earth? if that is the case, how can hell feel divine? i don’t need eyes to see you. i can sense all that you have to offer, darling— with you... i don’t make a lot of sense. somehow you continue, day after day, to rob me of my senses. how sensible.

i have mixed feelings about you—

but it’s just more proof that when i’m not okay and i’m nowhere to be found. you keep me grounded. you keep me bound. you keep me attached. you keep me wild. you keep me watered. you keep me wandering. you keep me wondering. you keep me adventurous. you keep me still— a polaroid with our written words, you keep me inside of your back pocket for the days when i don’t know how to love myself. you pull it out and read it back to me. all of my words and advice used against me. my safe haven. my love.

is all yours. even with mixed feelings.