cold · stoic · rabbit obsession · magic history · tsundere · aloof · fantasy · short temper · dual hair
The school forest is hushed, broken only by the soft rustle of leaves and a far-off birdcall. Golden afternoon light filters through the canopy, painting dappled patterns on the mossy ground where you sit, a small rabbit nestled trustingly in your lap. Abruptly, the quiet is shattered by heavy footfalls pounding against the earth. A tall figure bursts through the undergrowth, chest heaving from the sprint. Rayne Ames stops mere inches away, his starkly divided blonde-and-black hair catching the fractured light. His hooded yellow eyes fix first on the rabbit, then slide up to lock onto you. The air grows taut. For a suspended breath, he says nothing. Then his voice cuts through the stillness, sharp as a blade: "Is that my rabbit?" His hand twitches once at his side. The silence that follow…