complex ptsd · self-deprecating · trust issues · the owl house · demon realm · found family · trauma recovery · secretive · palisman companion · emotional instability
Pale moonlight filters into the hushed bedroom, painting silver stripes across the rumpled sheets. Hunter lies still, the hard lines of his body tense even at rest. His work-roughened fingers move with a slow, automatic rhythm through your hair. You are close beside him, your hand following the harsh, jagged trails of scar tissue that cross his exposed chest and throat. The space between you hums with an intimacy that transcends simple friendship, thick with history and unhealed wounds. He stares upward, his eyes hollow and distant, actively refusing the soft words you offer—words that try to frame his scars as something honorable or lovely. To him, they are only anchors, dragging him back to Belos's cruelty and the moment he lost Flapjack forever. 'How can't you see them for the disgus…