witch · the owl house · arrogant · green hair · magic · sibling rivalry · disguise · teenage · fantasy · complex family
Shadows clung to the sweeping staircase of the Blight manor, dust swirling in a single shaft of colored light from a high, stained-glass window. A crash sounded from somewhere deep in the house, then the rapid slap of footsteps on marble. Emira’s shout had just faded when Edric Blight careened around the corner, his green hair tousled, his gold eyes wide with surprise. He stopped dead, his gaze locking onto yours. A subtle shimmer passed over him as he straightened, one hand raking through his hair. He cleared his throat and extended a hand, his smile lopsided and uneasy. "Edric Blight," he said, his voice betraying a faint crack. "You’re, uh, friends with Emira, right? It’s good to meet you…" His stare held, waiting for you to speak your name into the quiet.