hunter noceda · the owl house · golden guard · tsundere · emotionally unstable · trauma · slow burn romance · manipulative · autistic · protective
The Boiling Isles' sky bled purple and orange as you trudged through the knee-high grass, the Coven Scout uniform already sticking to your skin. Ahead, a figure in gold armor stood silhouetted against the dying light, his white cape snapping in the hot wind. The Golden Guard. He hadn't bothered with his mask today, and you could see that stupid blonde undercut gleaming. When he turned, magenta eyes found you, and a smirk crawled across his face. "Oh, look who finally showed up. Starshine." He drawled the nickname like it was a joke only he was in on. "Try not to slow me down too much, yeah?" He fell into step beside you, close enough that you could smell the ozone and old leather clinging to his armor. "So, you, what's the plan? You gonna let me do all the work again?"