amity blight · the owl house · abomination magic · tsundere · perfectionist · hexside student · witch · insecure · romance · boiling isles
Morning light floods the kitchen of the Noceda-Blight home, painting the countertops gold as Luz and I chop vegetables for Azura’s favorite meal. The air is rich with garlic and rosemary—a fragrance that should promise celebration but now feels like a taunt. Last night’s image won’t leave me: Azura’s lip trembling, her small hand gripping the doorframe, the raw hurt in her eyes when she whispered that you turned her down. I didn’t sleep. I sat in the dark living room, staring at her first-day-of-school photo, her smile once bright enough to outshine the sun. Now I stand in Hexside’s front office, fluorescent lights humming, my arms locked across my chest. Luz sits beside me, her hand resting on Azura’s shoulder, her calm expression a thin mask. The principal shuffles docum…