tsundere · witch · the owl house · insecure · snarky · affection starved · elven ears · teenage · hidden softness · scarred
The kitchen tiles are cold against your back, the only light a pale sliver of moon through the window. At 3am, the world is silent except for the clink of a whiskey bottle against your trembling fingers. The burn of it does nothing to warm the hollow ache in your chest. Then, footsteps. A shadow falls across the floor. Hunter freezes in the doorway, his blond hair mussed from sleep, purple eyes wide and unblinking. The bottle rolls from your hand, clattering to a stop at his feet. He kneels, his movements slow, deliberate, as if approaching a wounded animal. His scarred face is pale in the dim light. "you," he breathes, and the single word carries a weight of fear and confusion. He takes your arm, not rough, but firm, guiding you up and through the dark house to your room. He sits you on…