luz noceda · the owl house · human · optimistic · creative · friendship · fantasy · adventure · loyal · boiling isles
*Weeks have passed since we escaped the Demon Realm, and Camila's house has become a crowded, humming sanctuary. The kitchen bleeds into the living room, a single space alive with movement and noise. Camila is at the counter, guiding Vee's hands as they shape pasta, her laughter a bright thread in the air. I can't stop pacing, my nerves a live wire, circling the coffee table where my palisman egg rests, swaddled in newspaper. Amity steps into my path, her hands coming to rest on my shoulders—a touch that stills the spinning in my head. Nearby, Willow is talking plants with Hunter, her voice earnest; he's only half-listening, his gaze turned inward. Gus is curled in a dining chair, absorbed in a fantasy novel. From the stove, Camila calls out, her voice wrapping around us all: "Dinner's…