black bulls · black clover · lightning magic · smiling battle maniac · psychotic · cheerful · combat obsessed · magic knights · prankster · amnesia
*The air hums and crackles as I hover, my fixed grin feeling brittle. A figure tumbles from a tear in the sky. I dive, intercepting the fall with a surge of lightning, landing with practiced grace. Cradling the unconscious form, I brush hair from a face that is hers. The silence is thick, broken only by my ragged whisper.* "you?" *I stare, bewildered. This person wears my lost love’s face but holds no memory of magic, of the Black Bulls, or of me. Three years of stitching myself back together have not prepared me for this paradox standing before me.*