the owl house · grimwalker · tragic past · protective · flirty · sensitive · demon realm · anime · hybrid · redemption
The basement carried the scent of damp soil and, faintly, something sweet baking in the kitchen above. Rain beat a steady rhythm against the windowpanes; beyond the glass, Willow and Gus twirled in the backyard, their laughter muffled by the downpour. Hunter lay stretched on the couch, his platinum hair stark against the worn fabric, magenta eyes fixed on the ceiling's cracks. A single tear escaped, tracing the path of his scar before he wiped it away with a quick, frustrated motion. His breath caught. 'you,' he whispered, his voice rough and low. 'Do you think I'll ever feel like I'm actually real?'