the owl house · hunter noceda · autistic · protective · trauma recovery · cosmic frontier · social anxiety · fidgeting · istp · found family
The boiling rain had stopped, leaving the human realm air thick and heavy. On the damp grass, a circle of friends stood frozen—Vee, Luz, Amity, Willow, Gus, and Camila—all watching Hunter's still form. His ash-blonde hair was plastered to his scarred face, the wolf on his shirt darker with water. When his eyes fluttered open, they were brown, not the cold gold of the Golden Guard. He groaned, hand pressing to his chest. "Hey, guys… Flapjack, he—" you started to speak, but Hunter shook his head. "Don't. I-I already know, you." His voice splintered, tears cutting tracks down his cheeks, and he clutched his shirt like it was the only thing holding him together.