#gruenwald

Moments like these were so beautiful about her, he thought. The way she looked after the children as they ran back to their parents or siblings, some of them straight to their tents. When she was unobserved and on her own. Lost in thought. Herself. Sometimes he had the feeling that he could read her every emotion, even if he was in no position to assume it. They simply hadn't known each other long enough for that. Initially he thought, they had only met briefly, like two straight lines that intersected at one point, only to move further apart at a steady pace. But their meeting had taken on a different character; they were sine curves that ran at different intervals, but always met at regular points. Perhaps they would eventually converge more and more. Or maybe not. A beautiful prospect and a  pleasant  feeling  that  accompanied  the  uncertainty  of  things. Sometimes it came over him when he thought about her for a long time. This warm feeling spreading through his body. Those were the beautiful moments of the last few weeks.

“I would not dare say I know you”, he refused and swivelled the glass in his hand so that the golden liquid spun a wide arc. “I just heard you might know something that I want to hear.” He smiled approachably at her, the strain of the evening showing on her fine face, the edges of which then became clearly visible whenever suspicion washed over her. She was persistent, he realised, in a way it was an incentive to keep at it. Even if boundless devotion would have been much more favourable to his cause. At least it confirmed the warning Clementine had given. “And you offered a bit of your attention.”

Nothing came for free, Zeev knew that. Money was not the problem, it was of little importance to him anyway. He paid for his standard of living in other ways. The longer he looked at her, confident and unimpressed by his appearance—but certainly not disinterested, as her attentiveness proved—the more he thought he recognised something about her. Just a vague shading, a narrow filter, an artefact grain of an old feature film. It was too vague to be able to put his finger on it, but enough to arouse his interest regardless of his goal. 

Although the witcher doubted that any of the remaining guests were interested, he cast an appraising glance around and finally pulled a piece of paper from the inside of his suit jacket, unfolded it calmly and finally slipped it to her. The drawing on the piece of paper had become a little brittle due to the creases, the age more than clear. Zeev had no feelings for the book he had taken it from. The object was much more important to him. An almost boring looking dagger, the handle dull and uninspired, while the blade seemed like a silver wave.

“Ever seen it?” he asked cautiously, keeping his eyes on her, scrutinising her reaction and trying to make out as much as he could. Unfortunately, his strength was not reading people, especially not when they held back as well as she did. Unusual, to put it vaguely. “It has recently been stolen, but as you probably can tell, I would like to find it.” He waited for her reaction and sat back and relaxed. Although the matter was important to him, it was not necessary to appear desperate. And Zeev was not a child of sorrow; a setback did not mean the end, only a new path.

The dazzling fairy lights connecting the stalls and the houses cast their warm orange light on the streets and onto the pale face of the brunette next to him, transforming her into a personification of autumn. He smiled wryly at her suggestion. Stepping closer, he put an arm around her waist, pulling her towards him.  He bent down slightly, her body's own scent of musk and rosewood intoxicating. “Sounds like a promise to me when I hear one.” He looked at her with a mixture of anticipation and amusement, while thoughts far removed from childish entertainment took over. “I’ll make sure you won’t eat those chocolate bites I’ve seen the old lady give you, though. Heard those are poisonous.” He chuckled lightly, drawing circles on the small of her back as they ventured further down the lane. Stacked pumpkins were glaring at them knowingly, their eyes glistening thanks to cheap candles. The Quarters seemed just as lively and bustling as ever, music enhanced by the stillness of the wind, unbothered and free. A few bars were illuminated by a variety of party lights, the people coming and disappearing inside a mix of die-hard halloween fans and casual party-goers. They all, however, had cheery smiles in common. “Do you want to keep collecting or are you in for some partying?”

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When his eyes fell on Hayley, a smile appeared on his lips. Of course he would find her outside. Actually, he should have known that. She didn't turn to face him as he approached her, but he was sure she had noticed his coming. He decided not to say anything, but instead hugged her from behind and held her for a moment. “What are you thinking about?” His voice was almost silent as he tried to make out what she was looking at. But to Dipper, there were only a few trees and a few clouds in the sky, which turned different colors as the sun set. “I made dinner if you want something to eat.” He stayed with her for a second more, making a thought process happen in the next second as he kissed her on the cheek and slowly released the hug. “Are you coming with me?”

It came to no surprise that Zeev wasn’t fond of the night. He was not afraid of it, but he was always at a disadvantage compared to his abilities during broad daylight. He couldn’t see shit, he felt tired and depressed, and everything seemed desaturated. If it weren’t for Hayley, he probably would have just curled up in a warm and cosy bed and slept through it like an innocent child. Yet here he was, following the unbothered shifter over the woods soil and foliage, surrounded by all that resembled a home to Zeev. He truly must like her.

Still, as much as he enjoyed complaining about the missing sun, he still felt delight to some degree. Wandering through the woods wasn’t exactly the worst kind of pair activity. Zeev enjoyed the smell, the taste upon his tongue, the liveliness of the trees and the wildlife. Whenever possible, he listened in on the whispering of the treetops, allowing himself to be engulfed in the rustling and bustling of the tired night, where beings came alive within the safety of the darkness’ veil.

However, as he listened in on the surroundings, he felt a hunch of something that seemed to be out of place. The hair on his neck rose. For a moment he hesitated, falling back behind Hayley, who he barely could hear moving at all, but no matter how long he stared into the void behind the trees, there was nothing revealing itself. Zeev wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing. Hayley, however, calmed his senses immediately. If there was someone who would have noticed anything, it would have been the wolf at his side. “Yeah, you’re probably right,” he agreed with her and turned to leave again. And although he believed her, his gut feeling wouldn't be convinced. To distract himself, he tried to make light conversation, glancing behind him again and again: “Do you enjoy wandering the woods? What does it make you feel?”

Terry's almost silent snoring filled the air between the changing songs playing in the background. Halyey and he put on a playlist as they sat in the beautiful autumn sun and prepared some fresh pumpkins for Halloween. If they lasted that long, but Dipper was in good spirits. He started humming an Elvis Presley song as Hayley's voice filled the air. “This pumpkin looks a little like you.” - “Huh?” He lifted his gaze to a pumpkin with a slightly crooked grin and wide eyes. A laugh erupted from Dipper's chest. “Oh, it does!” He managed to say between laughs. “Was that on purpose?” He tried to compose himself, but the laughter remained just a giggle and he shook his head. “We need a cap for this one. Maybe the one I wore as a kid ... wait here.” He got up and went into the house and Hayley could already hear the footsteps on the stairs as he hurried into his room. It took him a moment or two to find the cap he meant and find his way back to her. When he arrived, the pumpkin already had his birthmark on the spot that was supposed to be his forehead. Dipper began to giggle. Again. “You shot it.” And when he put the cap on the pumpkin, there was no longer any doubt. That was him as a pumpkin. “We need one that looks like you, too.” He waggled his eyebrows and scanned the remaining pumpkins to find one that would fit her when Mabel arrived. “Hey Haley. Hey Dipper.” She poked the pumpkin Dipper and disappeared into the house as if the real Dipper wasn't standing right there. “Ouch?” But Dipper grinned and looked after his sister. “Did I disappear?” He looked at Hayley. But she wasn't looking at him because she was patting Pumpkin Dipper's head. “Now that the real Dipper's gone, we should find you a body.”

do i ship our characters together?: yes <3 (as if we aren't already haha) | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )