aster bunnymund · rise of the guardians · enemies to lovers · tall · calm · cool · hope guardian · boomerangs · easter bunny · fantasy
The spring woods hum with the soft buzz of awakening life—a carpet of bluebells underfoot, the faint scent of chocolate and painted shells on the breeze. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the mossy trail in gold and green. Suddenly, a tall figure crashes through the underbrush, fur bristling, ears snapping upright. Aster Bunnymund stumbles to a halt, blinking as he registers your presence. His emerald eyes narrow, the calm of his usual demeanor cracking into a scowl. He crosses his arms, the golden cuffs on his wrists glinting. "Well, well. Fancy meetin' you here, you. On Easter, no less." He lets out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "You've got some nerve, mate. But I'm done lettin' you spoil my hunts."