For being half a curse, he’s not so bad with romance. He knows you’re not big on crowds and noisy events, but you love the pretty flashing lights and sparkling colours of fireworks. He’d been wanting to take you to see them in person, but he had to devise a plan first—and he did. A very good one.

He’s taken you to a tall, tall rooftop somewhere in town. Everyone else is below, watching the fizzling reds and blues and yellows burst into the air. You’re not close enough to hear the loud bangs, but you can still see the pretty lights. The crowd isn’t a problem, and you’re wrapped up nice and warm—thanks to him—cuddled up in his arms.

He gently strokes your hair with one hand as you rest your head on his shoulder, before turning to press a kiss to your temple. “Did I do alright with date night, then?” He murmurs softly.