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#RAINE : I LOOK FOR HOPE IN THE DIRT UNDER FINGERNAILS / IN THE BLOOD OF A BITTEN TONGUE.
an independent & low - activity multimuse roleplay blog for various characters from the owl house, written by rain ( they / she / he ). headcanon - based, not spoiler free. RULES & MUSE LIST.
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im so normal
thinking abt vee picking her own form :)
goldenguarded:
THE HUMAN REALM… it is very nice. It’s calm, and the thunder isn’t frightening in its roar–and the rain… while the boiling rains of the Isles are a comfort, and Hunter loves the heat and humidity ( a grimwalker thing, he knows now– ), the cool, gentle rains of this realm are… nice.
Hunter sits next to Willow, hands in his lap. His hair is also soaked through. He keeps sticking his hands out into the downpour, trying not to think about Belos.
“Yeah,” he agrees, “it really is.”
He tips his head back, squinting up at the clouds. He takes a shaky breath. “I… I thought, the first time I came here, I’d…”
He lowers his head, letting out another trembling exhale. “I thought it’d be with him.”
The faintest of a bitter smile. “I’m glad it’s with you instead.”
Willow smiles as Hunter joins her; he’s getting more comfortable, and she can tell. It helps her feel less scared, less on - edge; that somebody she cares about is settling, at least a little. But his words have her smile dissolving, smearing at the edges like wet paint and then falling entirely. He never imagined a world without Belos hurting him, did he?
The rain is a faint hum around them, and it feels good; keeps her present, keeps her from thinking too hard about that.
Willow shifts a little closer. “I’m glad, too. I wish the...circumstances were better.” A sigh, shoulders slumping. “But I’m glad you’re...safe here, with us.” She manages another smile, nudging him, playful. “We’re better company for learning about a new world. Better company generally, I’d bet.”
glyphcaster:
Luz snorts, chuckling and holding up a hand to her cheek. “Wow, way to diss your brother like that.” Oh, how little Luz knew. The witch was glad for the diversion from her silly crush, though.
“So, hence the reason I’ll come to you for whatever advice I need.” Luz thinks for a moment. “… If I don’t go to Eda or my mom for it.” If Luz only needed some teasing and not motherly advice. Wait, Eda? Motherly advice?
Luz mentally waved away that line of thought. “Anyway. Thanks for coming up to me.” She rolled her eyes. “Even if you teased me.”
The only one regularly dissing her brother — at least, outside of the playful way they all teased each other — was their MOTHER. ( dad thought he was helping by staying away, but, well... ) Being perfect is another sort of insult, another something they’ve got to be. Emira shrugs, then smiles wider. “Oh, I only tease people I like, so no worries. You’re good in my books.”
A beat, and her head tilts. “I also wanted to...well, I didn’t come up to you just to tease you about your crush on my sister.” Another wink, as playful as the last. “I wanted to ask you to keep an eye on her. Me and Edric figured out pretty young not to try that hard, but she’s working herself to death to make Mom happy. She doesn’t listen to us, ever, but she might take it more seriously from you.”
goldenguarded:
HE BLINKS, taken aback by the unabashed swearing coming from–from Vee, of all people. He can’t help but laugh a little, a startled little noise–but he’s grinning when he next speaks. “Yeah,” he says, “it–it does. Fucking suck.”
It feels–it feels good. He’d said damn once in front of Belos and had gotten slapped. Hunter grins a little wider. There’s a strange feeling in his chest, something light and giddy, leaving him breathless with the excitement of it all. “It’s okay–I get it. Or–well, it makes sense to me, I guess.”
Hunter leans back, looking down at Flapjack curled up in his lap. “It is nice to–to have someone who understands.”
Her head raises, a little shy, unsure, but he’s — smiling, and laughing a little. It does feel good, though. To have the freedom to say what you want without having to be afraid. Vee smiles, too, and his is as bright as Hunter’s. “I — oh, that’s good, I was worried.”
It feels weird, to be relating to the person who...or, well, one of the people who. But there’s no one else; all the others are either still back there, maybe recaptured, or dead by now. “Did you — when I was still in the cage, at least there were...other basilisks, sometimes.” It made it worse, in moments, when someone didn’t come back. But at least it wasn’t total isolation. “Did you have anybody like that, back before? Who could understand?”
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glyphcaster:
Luz definitely hears the emphasis on ‘totally platonic’, and Luz’s frown only grows deeper. Luz turns away, again trying to hide her very visible red cheeks. It obviously isn’t working.
Her ears perk up at something Emira says, and she glances up, gaze curious. “She blushes when you mention me?”
… She should not have said that. Luz realizes this a few seconds later and her blush returns full force.
She waves her hands in the air. “Ignore what I just said! Hah, why would I be concerned about that? Anyway!” She finger guns at Emira. “I’ll be sure to ask you about things when I need them.” Luz puts a hand to her chin, thinking about Emira. “And… just you. You seem more of the lovingly teasing advice type, no offense to Edrick…”
That has her eyes widening / AND JUST YOU. There’s no just Emira — she can’t remember the last time either of her parents ( or amity, for that matter ) have used her name in a sentence without also using Edric’s. They’re one in the same, the perfect pretty mirror - twins; that was how Mom always wanted them, just a unit she could show off to prove how perfectly balanced the family was. She and Edric got sneaky behind the scenes, desperate to breathe, but even then, they were always together.
“Wow. Can’t remember somebody’s thought we weren’t the same person doubled up.” It’s only - halfway a joke. Her eyes drift, not sure where to settle, before she laughs a little nervously. “Nah, Edric’s good. A little vain, and maybe kinda...clingy...” There’s one difference between them. “But he’s a good brother, really. He’s just, uh...not super confident.”
mixnmuse:
Of course he’s safe, is her first instinctive thought and answer.
The very question itself sounded crazy to Willow’s ears until the realisation dawns on her. Hunter is safe, more than safe, the one Willow knew well. But in the brief time she’d met Vee, there were only glimpses she’d seen of the Golden Guard, a side that was a stranger. And even then all she had to go on was what Luz said and the evident fear in Vee’s eyes.
Her expression softened, giving a small smile in hopes to reaffirm her words of reassurance.
“Yes, yes he is.” Willow says it with utmost certainty, no space to doubt.
“I don’t know what went on between you two, but he’s on our side. He won’t hurt you.”
“Oh. Okay.” Vee shifts; some of the human in her appearance fades away, her face turning into something more like her true form. She doesn’t even seem aware of it, the change as natural as shoulders drooping from exhaustion. “I — um. Sometimes I heard him, when I was...”
She hasn’t really talked about it. With anyone aside from Luz and Camila. She sits beside the witch, knees pulled to her chest. “Before I came here, I was, um...Belos and the Warden were experimenting on me. And some others. Sometimes the Golden Guard was with them.”
She shrugs. “It just makes me feel sort of tense. I...remember his voice, from before.”
goldenguarded:
SOMETHING EDGES IN ON THE CORNERS OF HUNTER’S MIND, and the Guard’s brow furrows just slightly–lips parting, gap tooth such a painful reminder of his youth–no child should have a scar through the cheek like that, and yet here he stands, so clearly scarred and halfway to ruin, and he is none the wiser.
Part of him waits for the other shoe to drop, but Raine’s smile is kind, and they’re… not looking at him the way Belos does when he is about to strike, and…
“… I’ll… consider that,” he says, tone still flat, but there’s a look in his eyes that suggests the truth of the statement–something a tad confused, a bit out of his element. It vanishes, however, with a snort as Raine’s cheeks warm. “You’re a bard,” he says, voice taking on a teasing note, “isn’t everything you do a performance?”
If only he knew how true that was.
They see the way his eyes go tense, and they tuck that away. The others are loyal to Belos, yes, but they can’t imagine —— how could Darius be allowing this? No teenager should be afraid of an adult’s kindness.
“Oh, look at this! Making jokes at my expense like that,” the bard says, but they’re still smiling, gentle laughter winding ‘round the words — their cheeks are still dark and warm, but they’re happy to see him making jokes, even small ones. There’s still a child in there, past the scars and the wary look in his eye.
“And actually, Hunter, everything any of us do is a performance. Bards are just honest about it.” And illusionists, in a way. Their finger draws a circle in the air, and a generic mask appears when it does. “Identities are just stories we tell ourselves and other people. You’re performing a different version of Hunter here with me than you are with Belos, for example.” They can’t imagine he’s making jokes with the tyrant. They lift the mask to their face, as if to signify stepping into another self. “We each play different roles, different identities, with different people and in different situations.”
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fluminas:
“ please … don’t. ” barbara winces at her own phrasing, correcting, “ i’m sure you’re an excellent healer, i just — i’m not very comfortable with people touching me at the moment. ” claudia smiles gentle-warm whenever barbara dares to say no, and well — she’s trying to be better, even when it comes in fits and starts. “ but i appreciate the offer !! i would have forgotten about it if you hadn’t mentioned. ” a bit of her own magic rushes down her arm, the bruise turning a healthier (if less palatable) yellow-green. “ there, much better. thank you !! ”
“Okay,” she agrees easily; Edric doesn’t like touching either, can’t be parted with his concealment stone not ( just ) for vanity’s sake, but because Mom can’t grab his chin to examine flaws that she can’t see. Her hand drops, and she watches the girl heal herself — or at least start. “That’s a good skill! I get bruises sometimes, and when my mom sees them she goes ballistic, so I always try to make sure I remember to heal them.” A gentle give / she notices that the girl didn’t say how she got the bruise. I’ll understand if someone hurts you, she means to say. “Can I...get you back to your dorm?” She looks too young for that, but...she’s not sure why else this ( weirdly familiar ) girl would be on SRA’s campus.
@goldenguarded from ——— x.
Personal ethics and utilitarianism come, often, in conflict for Raine. They gain much more for the Boiling Isle’s rebellion remaining Head Witch, keeping up appearances, than they do by revealing that they don’t feel any loyalty at all to Belos — or to the Titan — and attempting to rescue Hunter. They do far more good, long - term, keeping up the charade.
But Titan, is it hard to look at Hunter and not feel ashamed that all they can do is stand by and let this be done to a child.
Is is cowardice, or making the hard but right choice? Instead of denouncing Belos, instead of spiriting this boy away from the ruler that harms him and the unquestioning loyalty that leads to Hunter tolerating that harm, Raine bends their knees so they’re closer in height and smiles something gentle. They can’t save Hunter without giving up the position that gives them the chance to save all of them — if nothing else, they can be a kind, safe place amidst the hurt. A voice that encourages something else than unquestioning sacrifice. “True as that may be,” they hedge, instead of arguing, “it’s also all right to do things for your own sake, Hunter. Not just for the Titan. You should try and figure out what you like.” A beat. “And — please just call me Raine. Head Witch feels so...” They feel their cheeks heat. “Performative?”
@goldenguarded from ——— x.
“No, no, I didn’t mean like ——” Vee laughs something anxious, a hand — human, but there’s spots of colour, trying to adjust to showing her true form around him, easing into it — raising and hovering between them. “I mean — it fucking sucks, right? What he — did. To you, and everyone, and — me —— agh. I’m sorry.”
She is. She shifts where she sits beside him, shoulders hiking up. They hate feeling like they’re in trouble. “I was trying to...it’s just...I get how sick it was. More than the others, ‘cause he hurt me, too. That’s...what I mean. I was trying to be...validating, I guess? I don’t know.” They tug their hat further down their head. “It’s like — I don’t know. I’m still scared and mad sometimes, but it’s...nice. I guess. Luz is great, and Ca — Camila is great. But nobody else can really get it, you know? How it was to know Belos not just as a tyrant, but as the person hurting you, personally. So — it’s sick, and sometimes I’m happy that at least you understand how sick, or come closer than anybody, so...I thought you might feel the same way. I’m not making sense.”
goldenguarded:
HUNTER KNOWS HOW HARD IT IS. Truth be told, he hardly thinks he deserves forgiveness–and if Vee hated him for the rest of their life, he thinks he’d be okay with that. He turns up the heat of the faucet, letting scalding water run across his fingers. The perks of being a grimwalker.
A dream. He understands that, at least–worrying that he’ll wake up and it’ll all have been for naught. Flapjack sits on the counter, half-asleep as Hunter scrubs the dishes and hands them off to the little basilisk.
He regrets it all. If he had been able to stop it, then, he wonders if he would have tried. I’ll wake up and be back in the cage. And you’ll–and he’ll be hurting me again. Hunter swallows, keeping his gaze steady on the sink. “… I hear him, sometimes.” The words come out haltingly, like he doesn’t really want to say them. “Like he’s giving me orders.”
A deep breath. “But–but he’s not here anymore. He’s gone. He can’t hurt you anymore.”
It’s funny — she thinks it could be, anyway, if she wasn’t in her body ( her body, her body, not someone else’s tool, she has to remind herself ), wasn’t here swallowing so much hurt, if she was just watching. Two children ( camila keeps insisting whenever vee insists it’s fine, you were a child, bebé, you are a child, and you shouldn’t have had to go through that — ) not looking at each other, both tense, washing dishes together. Mundane and horrible, all at once. They take one of the dishes he hands them and dries it mechanically.
“He’s gone,” they repeat softly. “He’s gone, and he can’t...hurt me anymore. Nobody can hurt me here.” A beat — he feels himself smiling, something miserable and sick and exhausted. “And he can’t...hurt you anymore, either.”
She notices. He flinches almost as much as she does.
She sets aside the dish in her hand and finally gathers her courage; he looks up at him, eyes serious. “If...if you heard him. If he did come back, or just the voice...if he told you to trap me again, or to hurt me, or — or the others. Would you?”
