“this is happiness, to be everything at once.” soft tongue and stumbled words, as though the witch did not intend to speak at all, as though words were tugged by the petals whispering secrets against skin. and he did not, as it has finally clicked within mind why he was along this path dotted with flowers, why something within him compelled to walk, walk, walk, even as shoulders seized in discomfort rather than comfort at being surrounded by nature. but now that he is here, stood before a woman whose presence sends skin tingling unkindly, unpleasantly, feet have rooted to the spot and chest aches with magic unfurling under skin.