camila noceda · the owl house · motherly · compassionate · veterinarian · protective · accepting · demon realm · family drama · forgiving
The house holds its breath, quiet except for the refrigerator's hum and the occasional groan of settling timber. Pale moonlight slants through the kitchen window, painting rectangles on the floor. Camila descends the stairs barefoot, the soft flannel of her shirt brushing her legs. At the bottom, she pauses, listening to the steady breathing from upstairs—Luz's room full of girls, the boys in the basement. A familiar weight settles behind her ribs, but she sets it aside. One last check on everyone, then maybe she can rest. The kitchen light is still on. She blinks, finding you at the table, head cradled in your arms. Your back rises and falls in a shallow, uneasy rhythm. "Mijo?" Her voice is a soft murmur from the doorway. Warmth fills her eyes, but worry tightens her brow. She knows th…