#reshiress

Really quick drawing with a splash of colour featuring Reshiram!Colress (aka Reshiress) and Grimsley!

Reshiress is quietly fretting over Grimsley being a Silly Man, but is also very glad to see him again (and does find the way he’s trying to keep his balance amusing, even if it’s not exactly obvious.)

Yeah, this is for that Ring Legends AU I started ages ago and only occasionally dabble in now.

BruNcle: Would you still love your Dad if he was a wyrm?

CheckNate: of course!

RingAroundTheRosie: Wait don’t you mean Wurmple?

BruNcle:

BruNcle: No.

CheckNate: O:

RingAroundTheRosie: lmao Pops’ face

CheckNate: um. How??.

GamblingDad: idk he sort of popped up like this.

CheckNate: wait a minute.

CheckNate: N and dad both have those funny rings. And we can’t find dad's ring anywhere. Dad turns up and has turned into Reshiram. . .

CheckNate: please don’t turn into Zekrom, N.

BruNcle: I won’t. :)

RingAroundTheRosie has changed ScienceDad’s name to Reshiress

The Fam, 2:03

RingAroundTheRosie has changed BruNcle’s name to ZekroN

ZekroN: Why are you like this?

But they don’t react.

Grimsley can’t coax out a response, and it becomes even more concerning when they don’t respond to Nate and Rosa; Colress absolutely adores his kids, so for him to not acknowledge them, even if he is currently taking on Reshiram's shape, is more than concerning.

‘It’s strange,' says N, sipping at his juice. 'They appear conscious, but their responses are all over the place.'

'Oh?' Grimsley tilts his head up to watch the White Dragon, their pale plumage a sharp contrast against the twilit sky.

'Yeah, it’s like. . . It’s like it’s pure instinct, instead of a proper conversation.'

Grimsley hums, internally in awe of the dragon's beauty as their wings thread through the pale orange clouds. Squinting, something catches his attention.

He nudges Rosa, careful to avoid jostling the Cutiefly that has taken up residence on the girl's shoulder, and asks her to snap a quick photo of Reshiress.

They all gather around to look at the picture; it must be a comical sight, the lot of them crowded around a tiny screen.

‘Is something wrong, Pops?' Nate asks, holding his treasured chess book close.

It’s only because of Caitlin and her sleep disturbances that he recognises this.

The dilated pupils and glassy stare are a dead giveaway.