Hello!!This is my first time requesting on this app , so im kinda new around here but could i request some SFW/NSFW headcanons for qifrey (from witch hat atelier) i saw u writing for him before along with other wirtings of urs and i loved them , btw u can ignore this if ya want.But ty for spending ur time reading this sorry if my english was bad and have a nice day/night!!
Oh Quiffrey, my love, it's been a while.
Quiffrey x gn!reader
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He's very touch starved
The moment you two are alone with each other he will drag you to a bed or to a couch and just climb on top of you, nuzzling into your neck and mumbling unintelligibly
Will also cuddle into you when you sit on his lap
(He used to sit on your lap a lot when you two where younger. He always used it as a break from studying. He still sometimes sits on your lap, but only very rarely outside of your bedroom)
He greatly enjoys pda as well!
And while it can sometimes be related to possessiveness and protectiveness, it's mostly just because he can't help it
He loves having you close to him, even more feeling your skin against his
Also: he loves seeing you handle his students. Watching you sit down beside them on the ground and looking over their work, giving them tips here and there and praising them
His favourite past time with you (besides looking over the kids or going on festivals) would be flying to one of the many beautiful forests around and just walking hand in hand
He especially loves to pass those secret, magical places
Those waterfalls on a hidden clearing that look like they are straight out of a fairytale
Or crystalline flowers lining the secret path you two are walking on
He also loves hearing your voice?
Just hearing you talk or hum or mumble - it immediately puts him at ease
He is the type to just silently admire you, smile on his face as you talk
PLZPZLZP QIFREY X READER WHERE READER HAS AN ENCOUNTER W THE BRIMHATS AND PASSES OUT NEAR THE ATELIER COS INJURIES !! And then she stays for awhile n' stuff and then everyone BUT ESPECIALLY Qifrey HEHHE ends up liking her and she stays at the atelier ??
😳😳😳 yES
There is Light even within Darkness
Quiffrey x gn!reader
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Warnings: non-descriptive injuries, dizziness and feeling of nausea mentioned
Wordcount: 1.7k
Far off from the cities was where unfortune made you fall into the hands of some Brimhats. Blood was still buzzing in the air when they left and the smell of burnt fabric encircled you as you carried yourself forward. But then the dark clouds gave free rain and you realised that they wanted nature to do the rest. You collapsed with the forest still looming behind, and a seemingly never-ending grassland stretched out before you. Time drew on slowly, and at some point, memory gave out. You barely registered the figure clothed in black approaching, flickering magic drying and warming your body as you were lifted and brought away.
The smell of chamomile woke you. Your body felt heavy and spend, but at least your sight started to clear. There was a wooden ceiling and stone walls that were so warm, one might think rivers of fire ran through them. You let your head fall to the side and immediately met the gaze of a little girl.
“Are you alright?” she asked softly. You closed your eyes for a second as a wave of nausea hit you. “I'll call professor Quiffrey, he'll know what to do.” And the strange girl was off as you became victim to darkness yet again.
You woke up only minutes later. A man leaned over you, with witches’ robes in white and blue enshrouding him. You felt water trickle down to your mouth and a warm hand on your forehead. When he noticed you were awake, he drew back slowly and smiled at you. His hair fell in white waves over his right eye, and he wore glasses, transparent on the left, black to the right.
“Beldarut´s apprentice,” you whispered with a voice rough and tired. He nodded, though his smile seemed somewhat sad. You paid it no mind however, and immediately sat up. Quiffrey´s eye widened, and he moved to steady you.
“Brimhats,” You managed to say between your unsteady breathing, as the world turned around you. You felt him tense, and so you let yourself fall back into the bed. He had heard you. And so, you let your body give out and fall unconscious yet again.
You awoke to the smell of baked goods in the late morning of the second day.
“Good morning,” a girl with a timid voice said, before setting down the tray beside your bed and disappearing through the door. You sat up slowly, realising that you must have been severely injured the day before. For a second, fear pierced your heart as you remembered the encounter. However, as you saw Quiffrey´s face appear in the door you visibly relaxed.
“Are you alright…?” he trailed off; his head tilted to the side.
“(Y/N),” you answered. You realised that your voice was hoarse, and it was hard to form words. Scrunching up your face in annoyance, you turned to the food and grabbed the nearest bun.
Quiffrey came closer, bringing a stool to sit beside you, occasionally helping you hold a glass of water and bringing it to your lips, as your hands were trembling under the weight.
“I was on my way back home when they attacked in the forest behind the village near the mountains.”
“How many were they?”
You shook your head, steadying yourself suddenly, as dizziness washed over you. He made you drink more water and take a few bites of bread before he allowed you to speak again.
“I´m not sure. I think one of them was talking to someone else, so it must have been at least two. But the second one I never saw. I think, actually, I might have seen a glimpse of him. But he was fast and clothed in darkness.”
Quiffrey nodded gravely. Then he brought a hand up to your forehead. You closed your eyes at the comforting gesture. He smiled down at you, though you couldn´t see it.
“You should go to sleep again, if you´re lucky, Oruggio will allow you to stand up again tomorrow.”
You looked up at him, mirroring the smile.
“He was the one who found me, right? I can only remember warmth, but he is known as the Master of Fire in some of the villages around.”
A laugh escaped his lips.
“Yes, he is. Though if you want to thank him, you will have to be a bit patient. He likes to lock himself away. You might not be able to see him for a while.”
On the third day you were allowed to leave the bed, although someone was to be beside you to steady you. Sitting in the kitchen you prepared lunch with Coco, the little girl you had seen when you had first woken up, and Tetia. The apprentices of Quiffrey were just as talented as he was, this much was clear. Even if some of their spells still lacked precision, or a calm hand, they never lacked creativity. And truly, was this not the greatest tool of witches?
“Professor (Y/N), look!” You leaned forward slightly to look at the spell Tetia had drawn. “It's to help me cut the vegetables!”
You smiled and pointed at the line in the upper middle of the circle:
“It's good, but this line needs to be a little bit longer, especially if you deal with harder food.”
She beamed at you, and with a loud “Thank you!” she went to correct it. You looked over to Coco, who sat silently and stirred the food already in the pot. Her eyes, however, told you that she was thinking about magic.
“They never stop,” an amused voice said behind you, and you turned around to see Quiffrey leaning against the door frame. You smiled and nodded in agreement.
“But really, you can't blame them. I don't think I was able to stop either,” you said, looking back at the girls, a fond look in your eyes.
“That's true,” Quiffrey replied, still looking at you, soft smile on his lips. “I´m surprised you don´t have an Atelier yourself.”
You laughed, waving him off.
“I've thought about it. But who knows,” you said, gazing to the two girls, furiously studying and creating, “maybe one day I will.”
Finally, your dizziness had subsided, but your injuries had not finished healing just yet. It had been nearly two weeks since your encounter with the Brimhats and colour had now fully returned to your skin. It was on that day, the girls all outside, reading and drawing spells, that you were able to meet Oruggio. Carefully, you opened the door to his chamber, after he had allowed you entry.
“Oruggio?”
A grunt came from farther into the room. You heard a fire crackle somewhere.
“I came to thank you.”
“Huh?”
Suddenly, a figure stood up from a spot on the ground that had been obscured from your view and a rugged looking man came into sight. “What do you mean?” he said with a gruff voice.
“You found me injured close to the forest. If it weren´t for you, I-“ he waved you off.
“God, you are all the same. Saying thank you for the most natural things. Go back to entertain the children. If you´re here, they might not bother me too much with their questions anymore.
Though they would probably still find a way to bother me,” you heard him mutter before leaving the room and closing the door softly behind you. When you turned your head, you found yourself inches away from Quiffrey´s face, smiling brightly at you. Flinching, you took a few steps back, nearly falling as you were still on wobbly feet because of your injuries.
“There, there, no need to fall,” he laughed, helping to steady you.
“Go away, Quiffrey!” you heard Oruggio yell behind you, and Quiffrey answered, still laughing:
“I´m not even here.”
Oruggio grumbled something, but you couldn´t make any words out.
Quiffrey helped you down the stairs, a hand reaching behind your shoulders to hold your arm and another steadying your waist.
After you reached the ground floor, he carefully led you towards where you could hear the voices and the laughter of the girls echoing over the vast grassland around the Atelier. It truly seemed like the perfect haven.
Looking up at Quiffrey, who was watching his apprentices with utter fondness in his eye, you thought:
“Maybe staying isn´t such a bad idea.”
“All injuries are healed, I think I can allow you to leave for your hometown again,” Oruggio announced, standing up to stretch. You sat up, finally without either pain or dizziness overcoming you.
“Does Professor (Y/N) really have to go?” Tetia asked pouting, and Riche, standing behind her, nodded vigorously.
“Riche agrees. She thinks that is annoying.”
You laughed.
“Will you visit us often?” Coco asked, her eyes hopeful, but you could still see her lips wobble a bit as she spoke. “You still haven´t finished the story about how the libraries were created.”
"Or showed me the spell you promised to teach me," Agethe grumbled, glowering at you from her spot next to the door.
“Come on everyone, give her a second. Oruggio, can you look after the girls for a second? I promise I will be there in a moment.”
The black-haired man rolled his eyes, but ushered the girls out of the room.
After the door closed behind them, Quiffrey turned to you.
“I mean, they are not wrong.”
You tilted your head to the side.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you said you weren´t too opposed to the idea of having an Atelier one day. And you love the girls, and they love you. Really, it would be a bother having to find a good Watchful Eye, when there is a perfectly good one right here.”
“You want me to stay?” you smiled.
“Only if you want.”
For a moment you stared at each other. You, still sitting on the bed, and he, leaned forward so that you were at equal height, his face mere inches from yours. Suddenly, he kissed you on the nose, making it scrunch up and a smile appear on your lips. After a second of silence, you both started laughing.
“Fine,” you said finally, and immediately saw how his eye lit up in delight. “But you´ll help me get settled in!” you said, waving your finger.
He only nodded, excited like a little child, and kissed your nose again.
As he tugged you with him to tell his students, and a not so unwilling Oruggio, the news, you smiled to yourself.
Qifrey and s/o who is like a motherly figure to the girls...can't get it out of my head ofmosma it would make such a cute oneshot/hc like this whole found family thing is just <3
Oh that's so cute. ☺ And i agree. This really is <3
Quiffrey x gn!s/o, who is motherly
Warnings: other than the fact that I use "motherly" descriptively, it's genderneutral
You, Oruggio and his Apprentices are like his little family
You and Quiffrey obviously being the parents of the kids
(Oruggio is the grumpy uncle)
He has literal heart eyes whenever he sees you being "motherly"
Whether you are cooking whilst looking after the girls
Or helping them study
Or reading them stories
He is so in love with you
Honestly, sometimes he just sits on a bed to watch you tidy up whilst you curse him for just sitting there and doing nothing, except maybe annoy you
Don't get him wrong, he would never make you do all the chores
He would hate it, if you would even do the majority of them
But he loves the domesticity of it all
You, looking after those, who are practically his kids at this point
Instant heart eyes
He also loves hugging you from behind and swaying with you as you stir food
Nuzzling into your neck
(He loves doing that)
He also loves it when you take care of him
He doesn't always remember that his well-being is as important as yours or the others'
So whenever you gently scold him
Or lighlty hit his head whenever he forgets
Or during his more vulnerable moments
The way you cradle him against your body
He loves you so, so much
And sometimes he might even think he doesn't deserve you, but he does!
Hello! I hope you're having a great day :) Can I request a confession headcanon with Quiffery? Maybe they kiss too lol
Thank you, and I hope you have a great day as well 💕
Quiffrey x gn!reader
Note: You didn't specify who confessed, so I just did both, I hope you enjoy ☺
I reread some parts yesterday to make sure my current characterisation of Quiffrey is alright. While I do think he can be over the top with his s/o, and is incredibly clingy, I think he does feel a more quiet sort of love, if that makes sense.
When Quiffrey confesses
I don't think he trusts easily, tbh
I think he would fall for someone that, for whatever reason, puts him in (positive) awe
Unless you were friends before, I think that's where the quiet sort of love would hit completely, with barely, if any, over the top acts
He'd be so gentle and kind, always talking to you in a soft voice
He'd be very private about it too
(Part of that being protectiveness, he doesn't want anyone from his past, no matter if they are "good" or Brimhat witches, to bother you)
(Oruggio and a few others being an exception)
If you were friends already, he'd probably already be hugging you 24/7.
He's grown impossibly more clingy now though
But somehow he treats you with even more softness than he did before?
I say that because I don't think there is much difference between how he treats any of his loved ones (whether they are e.g. Oruggio or his s/o)
But he can still be a bit of a menace in this case.
However, now there is a less masked fondness underneath all his teasing
Either way, I think a confession would also happen in privacy
You'd be standing in front of each other, not talking
Then he leans forward to capture your lips softly
Overall, very romantic, 10/10 confession in my opinion
When you confess
Honestly, I think it's kind of similar
I feel like it's just a matter of who (really) acts on their feelings first
But it 100% would catch him by surprise if you were to kiss him first
Even if he already knew you returned his feelings
Pink would dust his cheeks, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape
He'd look so cute
Honestly, just because of that you should confess first ❤
I feel like I often write him as being a bit... weird (affectionate). And to a certain extent I think that is true. But I feel like a lot of it is more of a mask he puts on. I think moments like in the end of my Silverleaf story, that's closer to his true self showing around his significant other? He feels safer expressing his emotions, and himself. Not that he isn't actually teasing. He is. But, yeah... He is very multifaceted, I guess is what I'm trying to say 😅
quiffery with a shy s/o headcanons please? also i like your writing!
I can't believe I haven't done that yet! Thank you for the request anon (and the compliment, that's so sweet of you 💕).
Also: I have more Quiffrey requests coming up, but they are whole fics so they might still take a week or so.
Quiffrey x shy!gn!reader
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Warnings: small mention of killing? But nothing serious, don't worry!!! (she said, about murder 😅) Also, slight spoiler warning for chapter 40
Okay so in one of the Quiffrey discussions with some of my anons we said that he is quite protective of his loved ones
Like ready to both die or ruthlessly kill for them
(Or erase their-)
Now his sweet, sweet s.o.
He is touchy already, but they are literally tucked underneath his arm 24/7
If he could hide them in his robe whilst cuddling them close no matter what he's doing...
You know, he would.
(He just wants to keep their adorable face to himself! 🥺)
(Is that too much to ask? 🥺)
(Just hide them from the rest of the world 🥺)
(Nothing more 🥺)
(🥺)
Anyways,
He loooves flustering them
Like, make them blush, hiding their face, looking away
It makes him so giddy
He loves them to death
He finds them absolutely adorable, like, nearly clumsy kitten adorable
He might actually treat them like one as well
He loves smushing their cheeks together and rub their nose with his'
Watching their face heat up and their eyes flutter close, flustered, with a huge smile on his lips
His own heart pounding fast
But don't get him wrong
If they can handle themselves, and actually want to every once in a while
But i mean...if they let him, he'll just spoil them rotten and carry them everywhere they want
He'll let them and just stand a bit off, cheering them on as they stand their ground or do their thing
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
He is also ridiculously fond of his s.o.
Whenever they are really soft with him
A moment alone, in bed or watching the stars
Them tracing his face softly
Staring into his eyes and talking to him in that soft voice of theirs
Whispering how they love him, and despite their shyness, despite the fact that they can never really hold his gaze
They don't look away
And it makes his heart swell with love and his eyes shimmer with tears
He might actually cry, moving closer to embrace them tightly
(Also, whenever they get really shy or anxious in literally any situation, he will let them hide their face in his chest and hug them closer, shielding them from prying eyes with his robe)
Request: I'm in love with your wha work :,) can u request qifrey headcanons with a reader who also lives in the atelier? perhaps they're not a teacher but they help around and the students love them ( and may or may not also be in a not so secret relationship with him? )
Note: making it bold and red because i can't read.
If you also wanna read the story I wrote instead of making headcanons, click here. 😊
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Quiffrey x gn!reader
Okay so, everyone knows
I think I mentioned before that he is clingy and touchstarved and literally lives to see you flustered so
Why did anyone think it would work?
He might not be latching unto you as much as he'd like (read: drape himself over you 24/7)
But his eyes are usually trained on you. Either completely simping which always makes Agethe roll her eyes at him
Or he looks at you with a fond look in his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips
That one the kids don't usually see, because it happens whenever you're helping them learn
He loves seeing you like this
It tugs at his heart
He's torn between making you become a Professor to share the Atelier (unless you already are) and asking to get children of your own (even though he knows now might not be the best time for it)
All in all, he's a simp so
Really, no way you're hiding it
I think one of the kids would slip up and let him know that everyone knows.
Even Estheath knows, and you haven't even seen him in months.
Oruggio is also done
Like, he's happy
But he's so tired and Quiffrey's antics don't help
Sometimes when they watch you with the kids Quiffrey'll lean into his hand and sigh dreamily
That, without fail, makes Oruggio stand up and lock himself into his room
He's absolutely sick of the simping 😂
It is going to be a fun experience though, mostly because there is no way noone knows.
Moving on to the overall stuff
Agethe respects you so much, it's insane
Sometimes she comes to you for help, because she just cannot deal with Quiffrey at the moment.
It's similar with Riche
The other two just go to whoever is closest
Quiffrey is in the same room?
Bombarded with questions
You're walking past them?
Now you have to stay to explain the entire history of witchcraft in excruciating detail
Oruggio left his room once?
He isn't going back for 2 hours.
You and Oruggio sometimes sit down to watch Quiffrey teach the kids something new, giggling to yourselves or making fun of him
Other times you go on walks together or he bounces ideas for new inventions off of you
He values your opinion a lot
And whenever you tell him of problems you have, he will immediately start thinking about how he could fix them with a new invention
Such a sweetheart
(Also, you don't get that from me, but this man loves hugs and cuddles, though they are a bit more intimate for him meaning only with his few friends or his s.o. and definitely not in public)
You are like the fairy godparent of the Atelier
Being a parental figure for the kids
Assisting in the house
Grounding Quiffrey
And making sure Oruggio doesn't loose his mind
And for that they all shower you in love, each in their own way:
For Agethe and Riche it's Acts of Service. They help you a lot around the house
The other two have Words of Affirmation and Physical Touch (I mean, we're not surprised with Tetia, are we? Please praise her back)
Oruggio's is Quality time. Sitting in silence, nonsensical conversations, serious conversations, philosophy, you name it
And Quiffrey's is essentially everything? But I guess mostly Physical Touch. He tries so bad to be sneaky, but he has his days were he's clinging unto you for the majority of the day
AAAA-Can't get over ur Qifrey fics !! I'd love to see Qifrey w a flirty s/o <3
Thank you ☺
A complete 180 to our shy!s/o. I love it! (I honestly wish I was flirty now, but I'm too shy 😫)
Even though he loves flustering his s/o, he isn't exactly immune to their flirting either
While it's probably easier to fluster, say, Ysheath (literally just kiss his cheek and he'll blush so hard)
Especially if you're flirty, you won't have many problems flustering Quiffrey either
He looooves flirting with you!!!
Like, you two are having a conversation
And it's just you flirting with each other
He'll be flirty and charming as always, and the way he talks so smoothly would make you think he's unaffected
If it weren't for his massive blush.
If it's flirty banter, it'll cover his cheeks and nose in a rosy hue
If you shower him with compliments and flirtations he'll first start to stutter out his flirty replies and then give up after a while and just listen to you
Mouth slightly open and staring at you
(He's a simp)
His blush will spread over his entire face, it's so adorable.
End it with a soft kiss to his nose or his cheeks or the top of his head
Just something really sweet
He'll die
You've killed him
(I wanna see him blush so bad now)
(Also, you'll win every flirty banter. Again. Simp. He stands no chance.)
Literally, catch him off guard as well, and just give out a flirty remark, then go on with your day
He'll freeze and stare at you with his mouth slightly open, blushing.
His heart will be pounding really fast as well
As much as he likes to get you flustered, he probably likes you flustering him just as much
Can I request more Qifrey x reader? It can be a topic of your choosing, a fic or headcanons, whatever you feel like writing, I will eat up any content hahah 💞
Yes, I'd love to! I'm pretty much always open for witch hat atelier content ☺
A Night as Silver as the Stars
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Warnings: Slight spoiler for chapter 35, but easy to miss. Based on that spoiler there might be like a sliver of angst, but it's like, at least 99.9% fluff so...
Note: I have quoted two lines of the Silverleaf myth from the manga. Also, as I have not been able to read what happens during the Silver Night Festival itself yet (the translation is not out yet 😫), I've just made some stuff up. ^^
Wordcount: 1.1k
The town was glowing, this much you could see from afar. There were gold petals carried by breezes of magic enchanting little children and elders alike in the streets. You landed, feet softly hitting the ground and the robe quietly bristling behind you. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath and a hundred different kinds of smells hit your nose. You opened your eyes, now smiling brightly, and walked on.
As you passed the gate, you could already see the first stalls of the Golden Night Festival. There were crystals, herbs and spices, sweet bread and cakes drenched in honey as golden as day itself. A small group of Apprentice Witches passed you, chattering and excitedly running from stall to stall.
“That used to be us,” you murmured, a fond gleam in your eyes.
Further ahead the road opened, and more laughter filled the streets carried through the November wind. Oruggio's stall was farther to the right, as it was every year, and you were looking forward to seeing his new inventions.
Suddenly, darkness enveloped you.
“The silverleaf once caught a star in its boughs/And to it, the power of the night was granted,” a soft voice said, tickling your ear. You placed your hand atop of his, and took it off your eyes, turning around to Quiffrey. He was leaning forward a bit, his mouth serious, but the mischief in his eye betraying him.
“How did you find me this quickly,” you asked, ignoring your beating heart.
“Sweetness, your fragrance takes me up whole. I could follow it to the ends of the world.” He started laughing as you shoved him, a soft scowl on your face.
“Stop it,” you scolded him, desperately hoping he wouldn't realise how hot your face felt. You looked around in search for a change of topic: “Where is Oruggio´s stall?” you asked finally, resisting the urge to cool your face with your hands that were cold from the November wind.
“Oh, he is right over there.” You peeked over his shoulder to see Oruggio sitting in his stall, a gloomy look gracing his features.
“He doesn´t look very happy,” you noted, and Quiffrey started laughing loudly. Oruggio looked up for a second, nearly pained by the noise, but his lips raised for a second and his features softened at the sight of you. You raised your hand as a greeting, but it was snatched away by Quiffrey nearly immediately.
“What did you do to the poor man?” You smiled, now focusing on Quiffrey again. He was playing with your hand, raising your other as well to hold them tightly in his.
“Your hands are so cold, Snowflake,” he murmured, a far off look in his eye.
“I forgot my gloves,” you answered softly.
“Well, that can't do,” he said and tugged you with him to Oruggio. Showing the other man your hands, he declared: “My friend, you who has mastered fire, would you let beauty itself freeze?” Oruggio stared at you in a way that told you that Quiffrey had reached peak dramatic this day.
“He's been going on and on about watching the stars with you during the Silver Night Festival, and more poetic nonsense,” he told you quietly, letting you warm your fingers with one of his inventions. “Nonstop. Nearly as excited as after the letter.”
Your heart skipped a beat on Quiffrey´s behalf.
“He will get a student?”
“Several,” Oruggio groaned, but there was a fond gleam in his eyes as he watched Quiffrey excitedly chatting with another vendor.
Dusk fell soon, as the year was close to winter. Golden specks were already flitting through the streets, and children were running after them, trying to catch these drops of light. Your hand, now warm, was enclosed in Quiffrey´s, as you walked down the streets to look at all the peculiarities the vendors had to offer. Delights of food and warm drink, old books with leather drenched in golden ink, songbirds made of glowing paper and songs enclosed in wooden boxes. So much to see. Too much to take in without effect. Eyes wide with childlike curiosity, you walked the streets of the Golden Night Festival.
You awoke in a bed. Though foreign, the smell of these sheets, and the feel of those arms around you were not. Comfort washed over you like a shower of flower petals.
“Good morning, Snowflake,” Quiffrey said, bringing his body even closer to yours, sighing against your neck. You turned around to look at him properly. His white hair was dishevelled from sleep and his eye closed. You moved to leave a kiss under both of his eyes, making him smile softly and hold you even tighter. “If I could, Snowflake, I'd never let you go.”
You hummed, finally bringing your lips to find his.
You visited the Silver Night Festival when twilight still hung in the air, reaching the time right before dusk would settle to bring night with her thousands of stars. Quiffrey had a soft grip on your hand, walking next to you slowly as he told you of his first apprentices. Oruggio was still busy managing his stall, and so you and Quiffrey had decided to walk through the excitement already. A tree, with boughs carrying leaves of silver, and blossoms of pure starlight, stood in the middle of it all. Children of all ages stood around it with eyes wide with amazement, carrying the image of wonder like a mirror. But Quiffrey lead you farther and farther away from the tree and the children, and finally away from all the excitement itself, up a hill. And when dusk settled you could look down to all the people awaiting the spectacle.
And as the first blossoms of silverlight left the tree to rise to the stars high up in the sky, both you and Quiffrey stared in wonder. Huddling closer, you both stopped breathing, taking in the beauty of the silverleaf tree, raising to meet the stars above. Quiffrey squeezed your hand as stray silver leaves flew past you both, twirling around the wind.
“Will you come as well, my love?” he whispered finally. You looked at him in shock. Seeing the far off look in his eyes, following the last light rising, you lifted your hand to hold his cheek. His eyes flickered to you, and you could see tears.
“Of course, Quiffrey, where else would I be, my love?”
He leaned forward to press his forehead against yours, a soft smile gracing his lips. And as the night finally collected all leaves of the silver leaf tree, she let her own stars glow up brightly one last time. Silver, and carrying the times of old. A voice in the air telling:
“Thus began the era of mankind. And thus began the world of witches.”
But in your peaceful solitude, you and Quiffrey could only perceive each other.
