empty handed - goldric oneshots/drabbz

exhaustion /READ TW

hey gamers im taking a quick pause from the goldric week prompt thing to give you this ! i feel like i definitely write hunter VERY ooc, liek, the way i write him is def not how he would act in canon. and ig that's fine like there's nothing wrong w it ? but i wanted to do my best to write him more accurately ?? this is getting rambly enjoy some angst and then fluff

also trigger warning for graphic physical/emotional abuse/blood/dissociation/negative self talk !

be safe my friends, skipping is completely understandable !

Hunter's throat felt like it was expanding on itself as he stared at the large golden doors in front of him. Belos had requested his presence after finding out about his incident with Eclipse Lake, and he was terrified.

Having that brief interaction with the youngest Blight, and with the human back in Latissa, Hunter had been going through the beginnings of a Paradigm Shift.

Every thought about his life that he believed to be true came collapsing after one another. First, wild magic wasn't bad. Then, people aren't supposed to make you feel worthless. What was Hunter supposed to do about this? These two ideals were the entirety of his existence thus far, Belos making him feel miserable and that wild magic must be condemned.

He had tried convincing himself that the pain he received from Belos was out of love. Out of discipline. He deserved it for failing, right? It was only to help him grow into the witch the Titan needed him to be, right?

Traitorous thoughts like these are what lead to the feelings he had now; trembling before he entered the throne room.

For some reason, reconsidering his entire existence made his time with his Uncle all the more terrifying, since now there was the thought in the back of his head that what was about to happen was going to hurt and it was bad.

Despite himself, he closed his eyes and pushed open the wide-set doors, entering the eerie, dimly lit box of a room.

Hunter saw Belos through the slits of his mask, the figure turning to peer at him.

"Hello, Hunter." Belos said, a false sense of sweetness under his tone.

Hunter gulped. He was beginning to hate hearing his own name.

"There's no need to hide yourself from me, now is there? Take your little mask off," Belos finished.

Hunter hated this. He hated the way his skin was fucking crawling right now. It's never been this bad.

At least that he can remember.

Hunter raises a shaky hand to his mask, pulling off the hunk of metal and placing it on the steps of the throne.

"You... you needed to speak with me, my liege?" Hunter said softly, far too eager to get this over with.

Belos didn't reply, metallic horns with gaps for eyes staring down into the boy, making him feel like he was the size of a pea.

"Yes," his tone continued to be gentle. Far too gentle to be real. "I couldn't help but notice you left the castle, directly going against my orders,"

Hunter gulped and nodded.

"Do you care to explain why?"

Hunter nodded again, reaching into his cloak to obtain the key he got from the Blight girl.