He thought he was going absolutely crazy.

He was dead for centuries, living in the mansion of his family that also was long dead. Turned into a ghost. Gods must really hate him.

And then came you.

Gods like he absolutely hated you and you could feel him watching you, walking after you when you were in the mansion. You would thought he was like a lost puppy if he didn’t tried to expel you from your own house.

You brought bunch of witchy stuff with you and changed his house. Not much, only the drapes, carpets, added bunch of pillows everywhere as well as putting candles everywhere causing his head to hurt from all of the smells. It didn’t sit right with him.

It was his house you turned into some…. Whimsigoth cottage.

You were a witch, he get that, it wouldn’t be a first time he saw one. But he still despised you. You were doing bunch of witchy stuff and occupying the library all the time.

But then… he learned that you were a medium. You could see ghosts. You could see him, touch him. It literally affected his brain chemistry. After all of the centuries of being alone he had someone to even spend a day with.

He still didn’t liked when you were wandering alone in the forest collecting the supplies or reading tarot cards. But now he really were like a lost puppy walking after you. Acting like one for sure. Clinging to you at any moment it was possible