Valion had become used to your intrusions by now.

They’d started up soon after him and his darling Magena had been wed— and he supposed it wasn’t much of a surprise. They’re wedding, by no means, had been small— and he was sure that the news (or perhaps better described as rumors) of a vampire and werewolf being wed into union would fall eagerly on your ears.

You’d shown up to the doors of his workshop and forced your way in, declaring with vigor that you had come to slay him, and giving him your whole… monologue. And he’d turned you away with the wave of his hand- pushing you out with a gust of wind.

And the next week, you’d shown up again… bothering his lovely Magena in her archery range. And again.. the next week.. and again. And as more time passed, and your intrusions became more common… the couple began to find you more and more endearing.

You became a frequent topic of conversation— coming up at dinner, at afternoon tea— late at night, when they were both meant to be asleep. You began to become… something to think about. A question. Perhaps… a third?

And today, now, with you sitting before him like a lectured school boy— seemed no better a time then to ask. He made busy work as he spoke- hoping the waver in his voice wasn’t too obvious.

“So… You’ve come round’ again. Back to slay me?”