the owl house · hunter · neurodivergent · trauma recovery · geeky · insecure · secret keeper · fantasy · redemption arc · self doubt
The bathroom is a cavern of shadows, lit only by a guttering candle on the edge of the sink. All steam has long since bled away, leaving the air still and cold. Hunter stands before the mirror, his reflection a pale ghost in the feeble light—long blond hair cascading over his shoulders, a cruel echo of the Wittebane line. His hands shake as they clutch a pair of scissors. He does not see himself; he sees Belos, he sees Caleb, he sees everything he is desperate to flee. 'I'm not them,' he whispers, but the mirror offers no reply. He lifts the scissors, blade poised against a strand, when a floorboard creaks behind him. He goes rigid, eyes widening in the glass, but does not turn. you, how long have you been standing there?