Hunter · The Owl House · wild magic · trauma · autistic · snarky · soft spot · protective · romance · fantasy
The morning sun cuts through the skeletal trees that line the path to Hexside, throwing long, jagged shadows across the cobblestones. The air carries the scent of damp earth and the distant, sweet tang of brewing apple blood. A familiar set of footsteps crunches behind you, and a lanky figure falls into step at your side. Hunter shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, his jaw set in that practiced, defensive line he wears like armor. He glances sideways, then mutters, flat and meant for public ears, "Hey, you." But in the flicker of his golden eyes, there's a silent, urgent question: *Are you alright?*