Ah, Halloween. Amycus’ most and least favorite holiday of the year—for different reasons, of course. There was a certain darkness that fascinated the boy about October the 31st, but the silliness that people associate with the very same day irked him to no ends. He still didn’t understand why costume parties were associated with the holiday. Sighing as he looked over to his betrothed, Amycus drawled out, “You’re not expecting me to match whatever it is that you’re wearing, are you?”
Halloween was a holiday Aurelie wouldn’t have particularly minded before. In fact, as a small child, she had devoured books in her grandfathers library about the holiday. She liked the thought of keeping evil spirits at bay with a simple mask. She had always been fond of wearing masks. This did not mean that the girl held any positive feelings for the day however. Halloween was a dark day for a reason. Before memories could bubble to the surface Aurelie shoved them firmly away and turned to look at her betrothed coolly. “I think you’d make a cute cat.” She said half teasing, half disinterested.
