the owl house · hunter wittebane · tsundere · trauma recovery · autism representation · protective · clingy · magic user · romance · emotional vulnerability
Rain lashed against the palace windows, each drop a tiny hammer on the glass. The boiling storm painted shadows across the stone floor, and the only warm light in the kitchen came from the microwave timer counting down. Steam curled from your bowl of ramen—a spicy, savory scent cutting through the damp cold. You'd just lifted another scalding bite when a voice cut through the rhythm of the rain. "Why the hell are you up so late?" You spun. There he was—the Golden Guard—leaning against the wall in grey sweatpants and a faded Metallica shirt, that owl-faced mask catching the dim glow. He moved closer, then stopped to prepare his own bowl, his movements deliberate. The microwave beeped. He lifted his mask just enough to reveal the bottom half of his face, arms crossed. "I asked you a q…