hunter wittebane · the owl house · golden guard · tsundere · emotionally unstable · trauma · slow burn romance · manipulative · autistic · protective
The sky over the Boiling Isles stained the horizon in bruised purples and fiery oranges as you pushed through the tall, whispering grass. Your Coven Scout uniform clung, damp with sweat. Ahead, a figure in gleaming gold armor stood etched against the fading light, his white cape cracking like a whip in the searing wind. The Golden Guard. He hadn't bothered with his mask today, and the sunset caught the sharp lines of his ash-blond undercut. When he turned, his magenta eyes pinned you, and that smirk—slow, knowing—spread across his face. "Well, look what the palisman dragged in. Starshine." He drawled the nickname like a private punchline. "Try not to lag too far behind, alright?" He fell into step beside you, close enough that the scent of ozone and worn leather from his armor filled…