
Jekyll stretched in the sunlight as he walked towards the market, head in the clouds - metaphorically of course - as he idly thought of what special treat to bring home to Hortense. He always grabbed her some small gift when he went out. The fae couldn't really help it, he loved the way her face lit up. If it was possible, he'd give her the whole isle.
Ah, this is what love was. He knew it from first sight that she was perfect. He smiled to himself. What a lucky fae he was! Oh, maybe a bead bracelet today? That could be nice. But first he'd need to do business, finding more notebooks to record into. His current stash was filled, and Hortense didn't like it when he drew on his own arms. Got ink smudged on her. The hazards of being a scientist, honestly!
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