Curate, connect, and discover
[ Trollhunter Guardian (Y/n) ]
Centuries ago
" Must you play with your hunt? " The scolding in your voice holds no pressure, only bits of annoyance as you stare at the deer corpse on your feet.
Angor glances at you over his shoulder, still having his hands in the river as the blood slowly leaves his stone skin through the streaming water. You kneel down, trailing over the body of the animal. It's easy to detect the signs of a struggling animal before it was slaughtered.
" You led this ran into a quicksand. " You mutter, glancing at the stain on the legs.
" That I did. "
" You could've killed it right away. " Because you know he's so stealthy and quick on his feet.
" That I didn't. "
Angor Rot huffs out a chuckle at the glare you give him. He straightens up, flicking the water off his now cleaned hands before turning around.
He lowers himself next to you. " This one is a beau, and a healthy one at that. I could not help myself. "
You have to agree with him. It's not everyday you get to see a thriving looking deer like this, with a glistening thick coat that you can whip up as gloves and tool straps. Not to mention the antlers...potion worth ingredients. You're not even specialized much in potion brewing but with an ingredient like this, the success rate is high.
A soft sigh escapes you. " We have a different view of how to have fun. "
" Contrast to what you may think, I am rather picky with how I play my game. " He settles a hand to your lower back. " The more curious I get, the longer it goes. "
A shudder runs through you at the way he brushes his thumb against your clothed spine.
" A quick finish is better, in my opinion." The words sound like a suggestion. It brings a smirk on his face.
" Where's the fun in that? "
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Modern era
" He's not going to kill you. At least, not right away. " You hum, stirring the spoon in your steaming mug of tea.
Jim looks rather horrified at your laid back response. " Why are you so calm about this? "
" I am not. I am actually terrified. "
" Wow, I can really tell. "
Your lips twitch upwards just slightly. You couldn't blame him for being a nervous wreck, not when the assassin just showed up at his school and had him fight a magic golem. The very magic method you taught the troll.
Sipping your drink, your eyes dart back to the anxious teenager staring at you for solution and comfort. You knew you could only provide one.
" You need to be calm when facing Angor Rot. A slip up can cost your life. " You put down your mug, the liquid in it moves slightly to the hidden shaking of your hand.
" I can hardly risk any slip ups with being the Trollhunter. " Jim grumbles. " So if you have any advice on how to take on this guy, that would be appreciated. "
You smile. " As your Guardian, I am here to help. You don't have to worry much about Angor Rot when I am here. You may as well be his target, but..."
You tilt your head, a dazed look in your eyes for a second. When you focus back on the boy, your smile widens.
" I am his favorite to hunt. "