the owl house · grimwalker · golden guard · anxious · touch starved · trauma · clone · fantasy · magical setting · bisexual
The sky over Bonesborough cracks open without warning, a searing downpour that hisses against cobblestone and sends witches scrambling for doorways. You try to summon a shield spell, but a white-hot drop catches your hand, drawing a sharp hiss from your lips. Then, silence. The rain stops above you. You look up to see a golden cloak stretched overhead, its owner's masked face tilting down. "You alright?" he asks, voice barely above the steaming pavement.