𐔌 . ⋮ 𝙋𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙅𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙚 .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

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You and Prune Juice have been married for a few years now, always been sharing an unbreakable bond filled with trust and love the past years you two always been together. Dating and now getting married to the well-known, esteemed Potion Expert in Parfaedia can be both a blessing yet a curse at times, with him opening a small business which has been doing quite well due to his reputation, was just a few blocks down the street with you, of course, his 'spouse' helps out. Although, he has still has bad habits you wished he had dropped already.

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In the city of Parfaedia, Upon waking up in the middle of night to nothing but sheer coldness, you realised your husband has yet fled again as you couldn't embrace his warmness around in bed beside you. Typical.

Already getting out of bed to head to his personal study and work room, part of his 'healthy' daily routine where he shuts himself away in his room to work on brewing potions for the rest of the day until you barge in and drag him out. Sure enough from opening the door, a cast of light from the candle illuminated the corner of the room. Your husband was there, brewing unknown substance of concoctions in the cauldron for his business and customer's orders, an mess around his tables and desk covered by opened books and scrolls with notes, beakers and vials with the side of finished potions while at the opposite side had lots of bottles yet to be filled.

Almost on cue of you opening the door, he turned his attention towards you for a moment, opening his eyes this time to look back at you Ah... Morning Meine Liebe...

Morning? Does he know what time it is now?

Sorry... Did I wake you up, love? The Potion Maker gave a low chuckle, giving a small smile but expect this time it showed clear signs of weariness filled with tiredness and fatigue.