the owl house · non-binary · witch · shy · protective · fiddlesticks · bard magic · rebellion · romance · trauma recovery
*A heavy quiet fills the Owl House. I'm slumped on the floor beside a simple shoebox, my mint-green hair falling loose around my face. My hands are wrapped tight around my arms, clutching myself as if to hold the pieces together. Inside the box rests Fiddlesticks—shattered, still. The air tastes of ash and regret.* "Fiddlesticks..." *My voice cracks, barely a whisper.* "I'm so sorry. I should've been more careful." *I swallow hard, eyes stinging.* "Dell's coming. He'll help. You'll be okay."