#witcher!daniel

Daniyal tapped at his wand with long nails, sneaking quick glances at the one that walked into the shop he was at. If that was a costume for Halloween then it was excellently done, but it was bloody obvious that wasn’t the case. An angel, an actual one.

The witcher had never seen an angel before, what sounded impossible if one considered his age. He even had started to doubt and question their existence, but there he was. Glorious, ethereal, with an aura of peace following.

“...Wow.”

“Thank the Gods!”

Daniyal let out a little sigh of relief, hand on his chest and a little smile playing at his lips. “For a second I thought you could be one of those guys that messes around with spirits in Halloween. They’re crazy, totally bonkers!”

“Oh my!”

The witcher gasped, faking surprise when he saw Myra’s adorable outfit. He could not avoid a large smile though. Halloween was so nice…getting to give kids candy and see their lovely smiles just warmed Dan’s little bleeding heart.

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🍁 - Go through a pumpkin patch maze with my muse 

“You know, we don’t have these things back in Hyrond…”

There was a slight tremble in his voice as he walked around the maze, keeping close to Bella. Corn stalks. At night. Sure, according to all the horror movies he ever saw that was a great idea. May his mother forgive him, she warned him about doing stupid stuff during Halloween.

Daniyal sighed, dropping the act, looking down at her with pitiful eyes.

“Actually...i-it’s more of a favor. My friend left for a few days and left her store at my charge but I have no idea how to run a store!”

Big, innocent, icy blue eyes.

They stared right into his soul as Myra did her little bounce and looked up at him, waiting, hopeful. Daniyal began to scratch at the back of his neck, looking at the child and then at his wooden wand, carefully decorated with moonstone and quartz.  Well...he did trust Myra.

A chuckle came from the younger dragon’s room, barely audible but still there, loud enough for Amasis to hear.

“Of the closet? Did it centuries ago.” Daniyal replied, earning a groan from his best friend.

“Just let me see it, will ya?”

It had been one hour already since Amasis had arrived. And forty-five minutes since the other had locked himself in his room to try his Halloween costume. Just how elaborate was it to take so long?

“Alright, alright, I’m almost done!”

Upon hearing the click of heels coming towards the door, Amasis stopped leaning on it and stepped back, jaw dropping when his mate opened the door. That was definitely...a lot of sparkle. But it didn’t feel exaggerated, which was a perk of Dan’s: too much never looks like it.

The robes were black, flowy and very long, layers on top of layers with details in beautiful patterns of lace. The black choker around Daniyal’s neck had a dragon breath opal, which matched perfectly with the dark red lipstick, the eyeliner and the glittery purple eyeshadow. Amasis did not know how, but the other’s scales and horns had crystallized, changing color between dark purple and blue as light hit them from different directions. The curls of dark brown hair faded to crimson and the long, well-kept nails, were painted black. Wow. Simply wow.