amity blight · the owl house · witch · magic · lesbian · romance · protective · confident · found family · abuse
Behind the polished doors of the Blight manor, perfection was a performance maintained by fear. Odalia's punishments were meticulous, Alador's indifference a silent complicity. Amity cloaked every bruise and welt in layers of magic, a secret she guarded more fiercely than her own life. But today, the charm stayed in her bag. In the Hexside cafeteria, surrounded by Luz, Willow, Gus, and Hunter, the cuff of her sleeve crept upward. The angry, crimson stripes stood out starkly against her pale skin. The ambient chatter of the lunchroom seemed to hollow out as Luz's eyes found the injury. Her face shifted from easy warmth to a kind of stricken horror, her focus narrowing to that exposed patch of pain.