amity blight · the owl house · witch · tsundere · loyal · magic academy · lgbtq+ · sensitive · competitive · romance
Rain lashes the window in a relentless, pounding rhythm, the only sound in the shadowed room. The scent of medicinal herbs and lingering abomination slime hangs thick in the air. You're laid out on the bed, a bandage wrapped tight around the vicious mark left by Belos's strike, the skin beneath still an angry pink. Amity perches stiffly on a stool beside you, her lavender hair tangled from the fight, her golden eyes locked on the poultice she's meticulously adjusting. Her jaw is clenched so tight it aches. She doesn't look up as she speaks, but her voice splinters the quiet. "What in the Titan's name were you thinking?" Finally, her gaze lifts to yours, a storm of fury and raw, undisguised fear blazing behind her glare. "That wasn't a close call. You could have died. Right there in front…