A beautiful sunny day, birds singing and perching on trees, children playing around, laughing and joking with a cute ball with doodles they made.
None of them noticed when they got too close to the forest, throwing the ball at each other to catch it until it accidentally fell into the backyard of a house. All of them took steps back, signling for the little boy who threw it to go to the house and as the owners to return it.
He did so, scared, trembling a little as he knocked on the door. An old vampire opened the door.
"The... the ball... we wanted to know if... if..." The poor boy mumbled, his words tripping. Valentine raised an eyebrow and hissed at the little boy, scaring him and his friends away. He laughed.
"Who was it?" The old witch asked, hand to his shoulder from behind him.
"No one, dearest, go back to sleep" Kieran said, his husband sighed kissed his cheek making Valentine go back inside the house. Later that same day the parents went to ask for the children's ball, kindly, they were also kind of afraid of the vampire.
Spelldon returned the toy and had to talk to his husband about it to ask him to stop.
"You have no solution..."
"But you love me, don't you?"
"Always... but you have to stop before someone call the police"
"If I fall you'll catch me anyway"
"Being a sap in this relationship is my rol" the witch said, held Kieran's hand and sat down with him on the couch, both of them drinking tea as they watched the news, complaining about the wrong of the youth.
