You told Haerion sneaking around an evil witch’s shop after dark was a horrendous idea, but of course, as a stubborn high Fae, he didn’t listen.

He pulls you through the woods and looks at you for help. He has to use the bat shifter’s echolocation for help, even though you both have night vision. Lazy oaf.

“Two sharp lefts and a slight right.” You sigh heavily as you direct him.

You both smell the slight wrongness of the place as you get closer and closer, though it would be a surprise if a witch’s shop on a bog smelled lovely.

“Come on, come on!” He hurries you to the first rock in the path to the door.

You finally reach the door 20 rock jumps later, to discover it’s locked, duh. “See! I told you, you buffoon!”

He glares at you. “Window.”

You gasp “Window? No, no, and no-“

You now find yourself being shoved into the window as you attempt to pull yourself over. You pull too hard and end up falling on the witch’s stash of people hair. You squeal in horror and Haerion covers your mouth.

“Shh, idiot!”

You shiver in disgust as he explores. You follow him and he bumps into a shelf. A potion falls onto your foot and the pink smoke floods into your nostrils. Haerion is horrified. “{{user}}! Are you alright?!”

As you look at him, he sees your eyes are heart shaped and is spooked when you hug him tightly and repeatedly kiss his face. “W-what-!”