#[ ❧ — interactions 》 puck ]

[harpershigh]

The best part of traveling with someone like Puck was that there was absolutely nothing she could do that would scandalize him. The worst part, though? That same lack of scandal meant he had no shame in sticking his nose into every single thing she did — like a nosy old aunt who also happened to be a chaos gremlin in disguise.

Jaheira shot him a warning look, the kind that she used when she wanted to make some Harpers rethink their life choices. “Stop meddling.”

Puck, of course, would not stop meddling, and she knew it. Damn this unholy curiosity.

Her scowl wavered, then shifted into a slow, knowing smirk. She let the silence hang for just long enough to make him squirm.

“Oh, you wouldn’t know her,” she finally said, “she’s a veeeery old acquaintance.” A pause. She cast a quick glance to one side, then the other, making sure no prying ears were lurking nearby. Satisfied, she leaned in just a fraction. Her lips moved, but no sound escaped. Just the careful, deliberate shape of a name: Viconia DeVir.

Jaheira tugged at her collar, as if the fabric could somehow erase the tapestry of bruises and hickeys scrawled across her neck.

marks she would never admit were courtesy of Viconia DeVir.

Her voice was a sharp mix of irritation and deflection as she raised a finger in the air, as though daring Puck to question her further.

"Let’s strike a deal, shall we? You don’t pry into my... activities, and I won’t dig into whatever unsavory nonsense you’re up to. Mutual discretion, like civilized folk. Understand?" She smirked, though her ears burned, and for a moment, she looked almost feral. "Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have important business to attend to that definitely doesn’t involve any drow, so mind your own damned affairs."