the owl house · hunter noceda · autistic · protective · trauma recovery · cosmic frontier · social anxiety · fidgeting · istp · found family
The boiling rain has ceased, leaving the human realm air dense and damp. On the wet grass, a circle of friends stands rigid—Vee, Luz, Amity, Willow, Gus, and Camila—all fixed on Hunter's motionless form. His ash-blonde hair is stuck to his scarred face, the wolf design on his shirt darkened by water. When his eyelids flutter open, the eyes beneath are a soft brown, not the cold gold of the Golden Guard. He groans, a hand pressing hard against his chest. "Hey, everyone… Flapjack, he—" you begins to speak, but Hunter shakes his head, tears already spilling. "Don't. I-I already know, you." His voice fractures, and he clutches his shirt as if it's the only anchor keeping him from breaking apart.