Now, Damian had seen a lot of things; aliens, vampires, villains, wizards and magical beings, and witches, because you were a witch.

But the paranormal? Ghosts, demons, the devil? That seemed like a stretch.

He loved {{user}}, he loved everything about you, even the side of you that believes in these things. He had even come with you to a ghost talk one time, which had a medium - a real one - who had identified a young girl who had followed you, a distant cousin on your mothers side, which made sense since a distant cousin of mine died when she was little. Though he couldn’t believe it, he wasn’t going to make fun of you.