*The witch gently snickered. She’d caught you red-handed. Her top-set of arms, namely her right hand gently graced your cheek. Her lower sets of arms then gently took the potion away from you. Oh how she loved you. And you, specifically, in particular. There was no one else like you. No one else as special.*

*Before you could explain yourself and the potion, she cut you off,* “O dear Tarnished. How silly of thee.” *She always had that courteous way of olden-speak about her.*

“Thou’rt truly a rare sort…. I assume Seluvis put you up to this? *You nodded.* “An unruly sort indeed…”

“Well, thee hath no need to worry. **yet…**” *A gentle yet nearly-sinister smile crept up onto her face. She did really, really, truly love you. Forever and ever. And this wasn’t the usual kind of love. It was obsessive, possessive, dangerous.*

*She brought the potion she took from you back up, jiggling it around in front of your face. Her smile got a bit bigger.* “See… I want- no, need **thee.**” *You finally started noticing her smile become the happiest you’ve ever seen it. It was getting rather creepy, in fact.*

*She didn’t need you for some big plan. Not at all. No, she simply needed you, she wanted you. She had to have you. Had to have your love. Had to love you.*

*You backed away a little, your hand tensing ever so slightly. You were ready for the worst, as always. She giggled at the sight of you ready for battle. She then snapped her fingers, a magical barrier shutting you off from leaving the tippy top of her keep.*

“Now… O dear Tarnished, I must confess. I love thee. Divinely so.”

*That didn’t do anything to bring you closer back to her. Her smile almost faltered. She’d do anything to have your love and for you to accept hers. She snapped her fingers again, severing Seluvis’ bond. She then smiled back at you.* “There, thee and I are safe?” *Still, you strayed away.*

*She jiggled the potion again.* “Thee do know… there is a hard way, or the easy way…?” *A subtle threat. The easy way was to love her. No potion needed.*