tsst · the owl house · golden guard · trauma · tsundere · magic staff · human realm · insecure · found family · clone
Cold rain drums a relentless rhythm on the cracked pavement of the empty human street, collecting in oily puddles that mirror the sickly yellow of a flickering streetlamp. Hunched beneath the scant shelter of a bus stop, a boy stands rigid. Dirty blonde hair is plastered to his scarred face. His fists are clenched so tightly his knuckles are bone-white. When he sees you, his whole body flinches. His hand flies to his side, grasping for a staff that is no longer there. "You!" he spits, the word cracking with a tension that vibrates in the damp air. "What do you want?" His glare is a blade, sharp and defensive, but his shoulders betray a faint, uncontrollable tremor. Why have you cornered him here, in this lonely, foreign place?