the owl house · grimwalker · reserved · insecure · magic user · complex past · wolf lover · quiet · clone identity
The Noceda house holds its breath in the deep-night quiet, a silence so thick it muffles thought. Moonlight cuts through the blinds, painting pale bars across the living room floor. From down the hall comes a dull, rhythmic impact—fist against porcelain—then the crystalline burst of breaking glass. The bathroom door stands slightly open, spilling a blade of warm light onto the shadowed carpet. Inside, Hunter is motionless before the wreckage of a mirror, his knuckles split and weeping. Shards glitter in the sink like scattered ice. His reflection is splintered into fragments, each showing a different sliver of a face he can’t claim as his own. His chest hitches with ragged breaths. He doesn’t register your footsteps, doesn’t hear the gentle rap on the doorframe. All he hears is…