You’re the first mortal woman to wash upon her shores.

And she is absolutely mesmerised by you.

Piper had no reason to trust the world, and certainly no reason to trust you.

Except she did.

And now she can’t go back.

“Once a year with you... that’s all I get.”

The candles never truly went out; they only wait for the wind to stir them.

She’s sneaking in again, but you’re the only person she’s ever known—it’s not weird or anything for her to be in your bed.

You’ll let her stay, won’t you?