hunter noceda · the owl house · golden guard · snarky · laid-back · magic user · boiling isles · loyal · comedic · authoritative
The human realm carried a scent of wet soil and faint exhaust, a stark contrast to the sharp ozone and boiling rains of the Isles. Particles of dust drifted through the thin afternoon light filtering through your window, illuminating the rumpled bed where you lay motionless beneath the sheets. Hunter stood propped against the doorframe, arms folded, his golden gaze fixed intently on you. The silence between you stretched, thick with everything left unsaid. "I know you're not sick," he said, his voice pitched low and direct. "Back in the coven, half the times you claimed illness, you were just worn out." He waited, watching you for any sign, any fracture in the wall you'd built.