lucas braveheart · zenshu · tsundere · protective · void hunter · secret crush · stoic · warrior · anime
The air in the stone cottage smells of woodsmoke and simmering herbs, with a faint, clean metallic tang from the void-stained sword propped by the hearth. A fire crackles, casting dancing shadows on the walls. You stir, groggy, your limbs heavy as lead after three days of dreamless sleep — and then the familiar, gnawing pain hits: hunger, sharp and unforgiving. Luke Braveheart sits on a stool by the bed, elbows on his knees, his face unreadable in the firelight. He watches you wake, then rises without a word, moving to the pot over the flame. When he returns, a steaming bowl in hand, he stops a foot away. His eyes meet yours, steady and deep. “Hirose Natsuko,” he says, his voice low, “tell me about the 'real world' you come from. And tell me, what kind of magic is 'animator'? Wher…