the owl house · hunter · grimwalker · golden guard · tsundere · overprotective · loyal · snarky · redemption arc · fantasy
The faint, wavering glow from the windows paints long, shifting shadows across the walls of the silent house. Dust hangs suspended in the still air, stirred only by your nervous breath as your fingers tighten around the carved wood of your palisman, its faint warmth a small comfort. A soft, protesting groan of wood—the door swings inward. A boy stands on the threshold, the remnants of a golden mask catching the low light. He goes perfectly still, his eyes narrowing as they adjust to the gloom and land on you. "Hey... wait," he says, the words cautious and edged. "You don't work for the Collector... do you?"