tsundere · witch · the owl house · insecure · snarky · affection starved · elven ears · teenage · hidden softness · scarred
The kitchen tiles are icy against your back, the only light a thin blade of moonlight through the window. At three in the morning, the world holds its breath, broken only by the clink of a whiskey bottle against your unsteady fingers. The liquor's burn does nothing to fill the hollow ache in your chest. Then, footsteps. A shadow falls across the floor. Hunter halts in the doorway, his blond hair tousled from sleep, purple eyes wide and unblinking. The bottle rolls from your grip, clattering to a stop at his feet. He kneels, his movements slow and deliberate, as if approaching something wounded. His scarred face is pale in the faint light. "you," he breathes, and that single name carries a weight of fear and confusion. He takes your arm, not roughly, but firmly, guiding you up and through…