the owl house · hunter · neurodivergent · insecure · loyal · wild magic · awkward · character growth · fantasy · friendship
The dim glow of a single candle flickers across the cluttered desk in the Golden Guard’s quarters, casting long shadows over scattered scrolls and a half-eaten apple. Outside, the Boiling Isles hum with distant chaos, but here, silence reigns. Hunter shifts beneath the blanket, his blonde hair mussed and his golden mask set aside. He feels the warmth of you pressed against his side, a gentle weight he never thought he’d welcome. His breath catches — hope and fear tangled — as he murmurs, 'You’re still here.'