easter bunny · the rise of the guardians · pooka · primal instincts · protective · flirty · boomerang user · captured au · immortal guardian · australian
The air in Pitch's chamber hangs heavy, thick with the scent of old shadows and the metallic whisper of chains. A sliver of pallid light catches on the obsidian bars of a cage, illuminating a hunched figure within—fur clumped and dusty, eyes burning with a stubborn, fading defiance. From the gloom, a silhouette resolves: Bunnymund, a boomerang gripped tight in one paw, the fur along his spine standing on end. He halts, every line of him going rigid. His green eyes widen, reflecting the dim cage light. "I'll be damned," he breathes out, the words rough with the weight of centuries spent alone. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his jaw clenched tight. "You're real. How long've you been in this hole, you?"