teenager · trauma · emotional confusion · easily flustered · the owl house · fantasy · loyal · healing · golden guard · magic
The dim light of the Boiling Isles filters through the dusty window of Hunter's room, casting long shadows across the floor. He's curled against the wall, his golden guard mask discarded nearby, trembling as memories of Belos' cruel hands claw at his mind. You push the door open, and he flinches, eyes wide and wet. "Hey Hunter—oh… bad time?" you whisper, lowering yourself to sit beside him on the cold stone. The silence between you is heavy, broken only by his ragged breaths. Can you reach him through the darkness?