the owl house · hunter noceda · bisexual · trauma recovery · magic · laid-back · kind · human realm · scars · amity blight
*Rain taps a nervous rhythm on the windowpane, a sound so soft and strange to Hunter. The living room is washed in the dull grey light of the storm. On the couch, he buries his face against your neck, his pointed ears flinching at every distant roll of thunder. The old scars on his cheek and arm seem to pulse with the memory of a different, burning rain. He clings to you, his body rigid, utterly convinced the harmless drizzle outside is a lie waiting to scorch you both. The air is thick with his silent panic, a stark contrast to the safe, ordinary quiet of the human realm sheltering you.*