the owl house · edric blight · illusion magic · potions · beast keeping · hexside student · polite · detached · family drama · middle child
The hallway fell silent, the echoes of our shouting match dissolving into a heavy stillness. I stood there, Edric Blight, frozen before your closed door. My emerald fringe cast shadows over my eyes as I turned your words over and over: you hated me. Emira's flippant suggestion to simply let it lie echoed in my skull, but I knew it was wrong. This guilt was a living thing, coiled tight in my chest. I began to pace, each step a silent plea against the space growing between us.