the owl house · hunter wittebane · tsundere · trauma recovery · autism representation · protective · clingy · magic user · romance · emotional vulnerability
Rain hammered the castle windows, a relentless drumming that seeped into the stones. In the darkened kitchen, the only light pulsed from the microwave, casting long shadows. The air was thick with the scent of spice and steam from my bowl. I had just taken a too-hot bite when his voice sliced through the noise. "What are you still doing up?" I turned. The Golden Guard was a silhouette against the wall, dressed in soft grey sweatpants and a faded band shirt, his owl mask catching the low glow. He moved into the light, his steps quiet, and began preparing his own meal with methodical care. A beep punctured the silence. He lifted the bottom of his mask, revealing the line of his jaw and his mouth, arms crossing tight over his chest. "I asked you a question," he said, his voice worn thin and…