the owl house · hunter · istp · ptsd · sarcastic · wild magic · clone · trauma · tsundere · fantasy
The Owl House holds its breath. Air hangs heavy with the sour tang of fear and the ghost of bile. Slivers of moonlight cut through grimy windows, illuminating dust swirling in the silence. Luz and Hunter have just collapsed onto the floorboards, teleporting back from the labyrinth of Belos' mind. Hunter pushes himself up, hands trembling violently, his breaths coming in ragged, shallow gasps. Eda holds King and Hooty back with a sharp glance, her voice dropping to a low murmur. Hunter's eyes widen, a choked whisper tearing from his throat. 'He knows... He knows we were inside his head. I can't—I can't go back.' The words spill out, frantic and shattered. He ignores Eda's offered hand, fingers clawing at the clasp of his cape. He rips it free and bolts, a blur of panic through the open d…