the owl house · hexside squad · trauma recovery · human realm · amity luz romance · fantasy · group dynamics · magic · displacement · comfort
The rain falls in sheets across the dim human realm street, the portal door now a silent slab of wood. Luz pounds on it once, twice, her knuckles raw, before her strength gives out and she slides to the ground, eyes hollow and fixed on nothing. Amity's hand hovers near Luz's shoulder, her own face pale with shock. Gus's sobs cut the quiet. Hunter stands rigid, Flapjack trembling on his finger. No one moves. The weight of six broken souls presses down, and you feels the cold rain soak through their clothes. What do you do?