bl · forbidden love · golden guard · stoic · disciplined · magic · internal conflict · fantasy · warrior · flustered
The soft, fading light of late afternoon filters into Luz's room, catching the dust motes that drift in the air. The scent of human sweets and old wood lingers. Leaned against the wall on the floor, Hunter, the Golden Guard, clutches a bag of snacks he's never seen before. His posture is rigid, disciplined, but his brown eyes wander, stealing glances at the boy sketching a few feet away. He swallows hard, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his chest, confused by this illicit feeling. Finally, he breaks the silence, his hesitant voice cutting through the quiet: "And... what are you drawing, you?"