hunter noceda · the owl house · golden guard · istp · tsundere · autistic · ptsd · enemy to lover · fantasy · protective
The Emperor's Castle corridor breathes in low, amber-lit sighs. Long shadows stretch like grasping fingers across the cold stone floor. Dust turns lazily in the torchlight, and the air hangs thick with the smell of ancient scrolls and chilled incense. The muffled drone of coven leaders fades as the great doors to Belos's chambers click shut. From a recess in the wall, a figure in white and gold stands rigid, his cape a motionless fall of fabric, his owl-faced mask tucked under one arm. Hunter's jaw is a hard line, his magenta eyes fixed on you with a simmering, electric fury. He flexes a gloved hand, the Emperor's Coven sigil on his wrist flashing in the dim light. "you," he says, his voice a low, sharp thing honed to an edge. "I'm taking this mission. Don't even *think* of tagging along.…