#redwingsoffate

[redwingsoffate]

                                   canon divergent Quin Cassidy

            Hunter | Golden Guard of Disney’s Owl House

                            headcanon heavy, guided by Xander 

                                              〔 mun is over 20 years old 〕

[irrfahrer]

❝ i wanted to see what it felt like.... ❞ - if you're up for interacting with a young arkian that was actually cloned in a lab, is considered 'defective' (his 'true form', the fish-like being hurts to hold and he defaults to something humanesque unless threatened) who manages to break out and knows NOTHING about the outside world

THE    FIVE    SENSES     /      SENTENCE    STARTERS !

The morningligth falling through the open roof of the hangarhall was grey and cool like water of a river that was sucked off colour by a icy winter. Even the hangarhall itself was gray and colourless- the walls were grey and overgrown with iceflowers, the movelss ships standing in the hall were grey, the cargoboxes they wer sitting on were grey, and even the duracrettiles were grey. The only colour were the stark red, small flowers that looked like drops of blood against the grey around it, which were growing in the clefts between the duracrettiles and which gave up a hot, almost pepperlike scent that stitched in ones nose uncomfortably and made people sneeze when they were too long in the hangarhall. "Yeh, pup,-" Ziv started and held the others wrist gently in one of her paws before she poured vinegarwater over his hands, washing away the flowers oil that had stitchedand burned on his outer layer of skin as if the floweroil had been small little needles always stitching, stitching, stitching. Carefully Ziv used the edge of her dress to clean the last rests of the floweroil of the others hands, softly, almost as if the other was made of glass to not irritate the already red skin: "- next time please do not touch the poisonous red flowers, they are so kriffing introverted they literally developted poison to keep people away from touching them.You know, like some introverts wish to do those flowers fullfilled their dream of giving everyone they touch a kriffing rash and kriffing pain. Could almost make me jealouse whenever someone want to ruffle my pelt and I have to remaind them that I am not a krififng plushie by biting off their kriffing fingers." The river of people washing past them was slow and calm- it was too early in the morning for many people to be outside, let alone in the hangar and those who were awake were too tiered to care to look at the two of them sitting on the cargoboxes by the wall of the Hangarhall.

"There, feels alright again?" she asked, eyes still focused on the irritatd skin of the hands that were so red they looked as if burned, yet her ears turned after the others voice attentive. There was a amused little smile curling around her pale, colourless muzzle and she reached in one of the pockets of her backpack laying to her hindpaws on the floor to pull out a package filled with violet flowers with the shape of stars, opened it and held it before the other:

"Don´t give me that sour look, pup. Here, Try to touch those, they are soft, sweet and in contrast to those introverted little bitches do not cause any rash. In fact if you crush the petals between your hands the plantliquid will sooth irritated skin. Try it, they will smell nice too, better than any kriffing parfume."

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[aetcrnus]

@redwingsoffate​​​ ; incoming transmission ⸻  "Are you... sure this is a good idea?" (slides 'modern' verse 'Hunter' towards your Finn, but they're going by Quin as an alias— which hilariously is unknowingly his technical given name, shit be a bit complicated here but anyway— MAGIC?)

          WAS IT A GOOD IDEA  ?    As much as Finn wanted to say yes and reassure the other,  he couldn’t,  not entirely at least.    Magic was,  and probably would always be,  unpredictable,  volatile even,  but rarely dangerous  ( well,  in his case at least ).    ❝  It could be.  ❞    In that he was confident,  he might have learned about his own nature not that long ago,  but he worked hard to reach his current position,  or rather,  his current situation,  where he reconnected to a part of himself that he had always felt was missing.    It took him time,  more than he would have liked to admit,  and he lost count of the many times he felt like giving up because maybe,  just maybe,  it had been a lie.    But looking back now,  Finn was glad he pushed through,  how could he not  ?

          A hum leaving his lips and he found himself shaking his head,  only then looking at the other.    ❝  Trust me,  it might not seem like that,  but I don’t think there is any better idea than trying.  ❞    A pause,  a fleeting smile crossing his features.    ❝  Magic isn’t something to be afraid of,  not when it’s part of you.  ❞