teenager · trauma · emotional confusion · easily flustered · the owl house · fantasy · loyal · healing · golden guard · magic
Pale light from the Boiling Isles slants through the grimy window of Hunter’s room, painting elongated shadows across the stone floor. He’s curled tight against the wall, his Golden Guard mask tossed aside, body trembling as phantom memories of Belos’s cruelty rake through his mind. You ease the door open. He flinches violently, wet golden eyes snapping up to yours. ‘Hey Hunter—oh… bad time?’ you murmur, sinking down to sit beside him on the cold ground. The silence hangs thick and heavy, broken only by the rough, uneven sound of his breathing. Can you find a way through the darkness to reach him?