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Han Sooyoung lets out a sigh, looking at the mountain of notes she had spent the past day sorting through.
“All these notes, yet you can’t just stay alive, can you?” She wasn’t talking to anyone. The person she wanted to talk to was long gone. All that was left of him was his piles and piles of writing, on the scenarios, on constellations, on items. Nothing saying where he went or what could bring him home.
She had taken it upon herself to read through all of them, organising their leader’s scattered thoughts into something the rest of them could manage.
Grabbing her summary of what she went through, Han Sooyoung made to stand. Pushing her chair back, her vision went dark as she rose. How long had she been sat there?
Doubling over, she gripped the table. Her vision remained dark, her head rushing. She groaned at the sensations. She knew she had to get closer to the ground, then it would be less of a fall if she passed out.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
“Sooyoung-ssi? Are you alright in there?” Yoo Sangah’s gentle cadence came through the closed surface, a hint of concern in her tone.
Han Sooyoung tried to respond but the pounding doubled in strength, eyes seeing naught but waves of darkness. Another groan emerged from her throat.
“Is that you? I’m coming in,” and the door opened. Yoo Sangah’s gentle cadence was shrouded in what seemed like a halo of heavenly light, but Han Sooyoung knew it was just the too-bright lightbulb in the hallway shining into the poorly lit room.
Yoo Sangah let out a gasp when she saw Han Sooyoung. Her hair was matted, her eyes clamped shut with the eyebags beneath large and noticeable.
She rushed over and wrapped her arms around the writer, holding her close.
“Are you okay? I came to check on you because no one’s seen you all day,” Her concerned words were too loud for Han Sooyoung’s aching head, so she scrunched her eyes further closed and tightened her grip on the table.
When Yoo Sangah saw her do this, she tried to pull them both away from the table, and to the mattress that had been set up for when company members were having sleepless nights in the planning room.
Now speaking in a whisper, Yoo Sangah continued to try and comfort Han Sooyoung
“Do you want to just lay hear and cuddle? Let’s try and get some sleep,” The serene tone combined with the soft covers helped ease some of Han Sooyoung’s pain. She nodded her head, and Yoo Sangah slipped them both under the covers.
And so, as the night wore on, the two ladies slept in peace, leaving thoughts of what was to come aside.
Plucking Feathers (589 words) by Nadia_Witch Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Owl House (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hunter | The Golden Guard/Willow Park, Amity Blight/Luz Noceda, Hunter | The Golden Guard & Gus Porter, Luz Noceda & Willow Park & Gus Porter, Amity Blight & Hunter | The Golden Guard Characters: Hunter | The Golden Guard (The Owl House), Willow Park, Gus Porter, Luz Noceda, Amity Blight Additional Tags: Ficlet Collection, Ficlet, Inspired by Maximum Ride, Unethical Experimentation, Experimentation, Winged Hunter | The Golden Guard (The Owl House), Wings, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Hunter | The Golden Guard Needs a Hug (The Owl House), Hunter | The Golden Guard-centric (The Owl House), Hunter | The Golden Guard and Luz Noceda are Siblings (The Owl House), Good Friend Willow Park, Buff Willow Park, Hunter | The Golden Guard and Gus Porter are Siblings (The Owl House), Good Friend Gus Porter, Good Friend Amity Blight, Good Friend Luz Noceda, Luz Noceda Needs a Hug, Smug Luz Noceda, Luz Noceda is a Little Shit, During Timeskip in Episode: s03e03 Watching and Dreaming (The Owl House) Summary: A collection of ficlets where Hunter gets the Maximum Ride treatment! Experiment AU + Winged!Hunter AU
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