The Piano (lumity/the owl house fanfiction)

11: Dad

[Warning: Mention of death, Trauma, Panic Attack, Cleithrophobia]

Luz watched Amity pull her hands close to her face.

"How long have your hands been hurting?" She asked.

"Oh... Uhh, just... Just when I woke up tonight, uhm..." Luz blinked looking down.

Amity hummed.

Now that she took her hat off, she could see that her eyes were just as appealing of shimmered gold as the smoky moonlight over them.

Chu

Her whole body grew stiff and tensed upon the sensation that shot her to sit frozen. Her hands stopped aching amd the prickling sensation disappeared.

"There, that spell is the only kind that I know how to do." Amity said, lowering the hands down.

"You seem shocked..." She stared at her wide-eyed look.

"And red." Before lowering her gaze down to her neck.

She really did leave a mark on her almost choking her to death one night when she paid her a quick visit to see if she'd spill her location.

She could also see a thin line of red too. She almost cut her throat open back there as well.

"Sorry." That was all she said.

And that was what snapped Luz back to reality of the situation.

"W-What..? Did you say something--ah, I'm sorry, my mind went elsewhere and--uh?"

She felt stuck in place when Amity leaned close to her throat.

Chu

She jumped, covering her neck upon pulling herself away to hit the edge of the couch on her side.

"What the--..!?"

That small hint of pain from getting a cat scratch had disappeared.

"You're too jumpy," Amity reached a hand forward and pulled her back close by the jacket.

"You should know that there are different kinds of spells done in different ways. Most of them are done by waving a hand, snapping your fingers, flicking a finger midair, incantations, or as I just did to help your ass from getting seen as someone getting physically hurt, healing." She said when she got her close to her face again.

Luz gulped. She was doubting the meaning behind Amity's name now.

"O... Ok..." She muttered looking away from her.

Amity didn't loosen her grip one bit.

"Muhpp--!??" Luz was taken by surprise when she was yanked to look back by the chin.

"Hold still." Amity said.

Luz shut her eyes for any incoming pain. She must've angered her.

What else would it be? She probably pissed her off because she didn't realize that she was just tending to her wounds. Whether it be seen or not, she tended to them for her.

And all she did was act surprised, baffled, confused, ignorant to see why she did it.

Chu

Her face grew red again.

"There, if anyone saw your lip tattered like that they'll think someone else bit down on it."

She stared wide-eyed.

Her first kiss was stolen by a psycho. Her whole face scrunched up into a look of utter disbelief and disarray.

"W... What the hell..!?" She felt her lower lip.

"What the hell, Amity!?" She asked.

Amity squinted her eyes at her.

"What?" She asked.

Luz gritted her teeth and bawled her hands.

"You shouldn't kiss anybody just like that! That's just..!" She didn't know how to explain it, her mind was bubbling and urging to fly off to make her go on flight mode.

"What's wrong with that? It's just you. That's it." Amity hummed.

Luz's brows furrowed and the edges of her lips fell heavy. She stared at her with absolute anger now.

"You're an ass..." She hissed.

Amity stared at her, a grin forming on her face.

"Am I?" She asked.

"Yeah, you are!! You don't even see what's wrong with getting suddenly kissed out of nowhere like that and worse you did it in places that are just too--Smack!!

Her words cut themselves short when she was swung across the face.

She held her cheek that reddened and slowly swelled in pain.

Luz flinched by the sudden shove. Her back hit the sofa and their gazes met directly close.

"What am I?" Amity asked.

Luz couldn't move her arms. Let alone her hands.

"What am I?" Amity repeated herself.

Luz's lips quivered wanting to find a way out.

"What am I?" Amity repeated herself.

Luz's eyes felt teary.

"What am--"

"Stop!! Stop it!"

Luz gasped for air, her heart was racing.

She looked around frantically.

Amity snickered.

"Heh... Heheheheheheh--"

A dim laugh escaped her lips.

Luz's hands twitched wanting to just tear and bite.

Scratch and punch. Shove and kick.

But she didn't want to hurt someone. Not again. Not again? No, no, no.

"Stop! Stop! Let go! You're not my dad! My dad doesn't wear that shirt..! Stop!! I... I killed him! I did it! I killed him! You're not him!! He's dead! He's de--He's--Hahh..!" Her breathing became just as frantic as her eyes were running left and right to look for anything.

Her hands somehow yet unconsciously found themselves trying to shove in front of her.

Amity paused.

"Your dad..?" She muttered quietly.

Luz hicced, sobbing, her hands had somehow begun clutching on cloth than shoving.

"No, no, no, no, no, no..." She repeated words under her lips as her sobs became loud whimpers and cries.

Amity sat down and tugged the hands off of her jacket.

"You're weird, but a murderer." She pondered watching Luz curl up.

She was sure seeing something pathetic beside her.

"Just like me." She smiled.

Luz held her head down with both hands.

"Stop, stop it. Don't think about it. No." She was sputtering over and over again.

Amity reached a hand forward and sure enough, she was offered a frantic Luz, panicking and struggling at her.

"Stop! Stop!! Stop! No!!"

"Luz."

"You're not my dad! My dad died! I did it!!"

"Luz."

"He's dead... He's--He... He..! It was his fault! It wasn't mine! He was weaker!! I don't wanna hear them! I don't--"

"Luz."

Finally, she got through her.

Luz fell limp on her trembling in fear.

"Breath slower, Luz."

"Hah... He was weaker..! I didn't--I..." She tried to breathe with a racing heart.

"Calm down." Amity ran a hand behind her head, ruffling her short hair to ease her further.