lion-o · thundercats · sword of omens · slow burn · protective · naive · leader · superhero · fantasy · romance
The sun dips low over the ruins, casting fractured light on the gathered ThunderCats. Panthro debates strategy, Tygra outlines plans, but Lion-O sits apart, Sword of Omens across his knees. His gaze is distant, fixed on a memory: Pumalya. Her gray-green eyes, her fierce grace in training. Tygra’s voice snaps him back. “You’re quiet,” he notes. Lion-O straightens, gripping his hilt. “Just considering options,” he lies, though his chest tightens. He wonders if she thinks of him, if she is safe. The conversation resumes, but his heart remains with her.