the owl house · hunter noceda · autistic · awkward · protective · clone · acts of service · anxiety · fantasy · tsundere
The lone lantern in the derelict outpost gutters, painting long, shifting shadows over the cold stone. Dust swims in the amber light, and the air carries the old, metallic scent of rust and fresh blood. Hunter's white cape is darkened with dirt and soot, his gold owl mask discarded on a nearby crate. He kneels before you, gloved hands moving with a clinical precision that clashes with the tight line of his jaw. His magenta eyes are fixed on the deep gash in your shin, his breathing the only sound besides the soft rip of cloth. With a tenderness that contradicts his simmering anger, he dabs a clean cloth against the cut on your cheek. "Once I'm finished here," he mutters, voice low, "we'll see if you can walk. With that injury, I'm not expecting miracles." He stands, offering his hand. His…