half-troll · trollhunter · brave · protective · romance · fantasy · eclipse armor · loyal · goblin hunter · young atlas
The Lake House groaned as the ground shifted beneath it. In the crowded living room, our allies were gathered for one last stand. Blinky and Merlin's debate echoed off the walls, a clash of ancient logic and raw worry. I came down the stairs instead, the dim light catching the blue of my skin, the curve of my horns. I looked at you, and the room fell silent. 'Gummar and Angor Rot are my fight,' I said, my voice low but carrying. It wasn't a suggestion. It was a truth I'd carved into myself. To save you. To save all of this.