There is magic in the night when pumpkins glow by moonlight

The music blasted through the speakers, loud enough to feel the bass in the chest and make any attempt to have a conversation near impossible, at least in most of the house. Not that it mattered. Most of the people attending the Halloween party were more busy talking with their hands, while their mouth was occupied with other things.
Strong colors of bloodred, pink, and magenta radiated as body halos from most of the crowd, only for Aelin's eyes to see as she passed by. All while the nose picked up the different scents, but she only recognized a few of them, humans and other werewolves.

Some unknown sexy zombie nun, more or less naked as most of the females at the party, collided with Aelin when she turned after having a refill at the booze table, making her spill the drink onto herself “Fuck...”. The panic was clear in the nun's voice as she stared at the red stain left on the off-white toga dress "Oh my God! I'm so so sorry!". She kept apologizing over and over, while Aelin tried to assure her that it was fine. It felt like forever before the other woman seemed to understand and finally let her go.

Aelin didn't even bother to check if any of the bathrooms were available, to try to wash the remains of the drink out of the fabric. Instead, she walked to the kitchen. To her surprise, no one seemed to be in there. More focused to get ad much of the stain of she didn't think much of it. Grabbing the cloth laying by the side of the sink, she turned on the water and soaked the cloth before rubbing it against the dress.
Out in the kitchen, the music was barely noticeable, nothing more than a faint pulsating sound.

Even with the heavy smell of different people's body odor mixing with the strong smell of alcohol, it was still the scent of the newcomer that reached her before the sound of his steps or voice. It made the small hair in the neck stand up in a spine-chilling way. The aroma was sharp and demanding in its own sense, nothing like any other essence, she had only come across it a few times, ​and she still hadn't figured what creature it belonged to.

With curiosity in her eyes and a coquettish smile, Aelin turned around to face the nameless. Surprised not to see any halo of color surrounding him she almost forgot how to speak. Clearing the throat before plating along with the joke “If I say yes are you perhaps going to offer me any pomegranate seeds?” She asked biting down on the lower lip to smother a light chuckle, the head tilted just a little while raising a questioning brow.
The eyes lowered to the residue of the stain, thinking to herself that at least she no longer looked like someone who just got stabbed in the chest. She nodded, before gazing back at the kitchen door "Yeah some nun. A sexy nun actually, would you believe it? Haven't they made some kind of oat to God about drinking and sexual temptation?” She answered with a serious expression, that didn't hold up for long. With a short burst of laughter, she turned sideways and hang the cloth over the faucet previous to her stepping closer to properly present herself. Looking him over, slowly, from head to toe before extending out her hand for a handshake “I'm Aelin, and who is my husband for the night?” She asked with a soft smile.

The beard poked against the sensitive skin of the back of the hand, contrasting the soft touch of his lips, but it wasn't his good manners that surprised the shewolf. Aelin hadn't felt a thing the moment their fingers meet. Nothing but her own feelings and it made her blink shortly in surprise.
“Aaron.” She muttered memorizing the name, unable to take her eyes off this night's ruler of the underworld.
Could she be too drunk to pick up others' emotions? No, she wasn't even that drunk so it couldn't be the case. With her hand free from Aaron's, Aelin had to stop herself from reaching out and touching him once more, just to reassure that there hadn't been a tiny sensation of emotion.

Hair still stood up on the back of the neck sending a chilly feeling down her back. It's that kind of chill that could turn blood to ice, but Aelin was too intrigued by him' inability to work to listen to her gut trying to warn her that the man in front of her was a danger to her person. Besides who in their right mind would turn down a possibility for adventure with a very handsome stranger?
She didn't even think twice before answering him “It just so happen to be your lucky day, Sir. You just got yourself some company for the night.” The smile growing even bigger.

She followed him with her eyes as he walked towards one of the cabinets and pulled out two of the bottles without searching some of the other cabinets first. If she didn't know better Aelin would've thought he was in fact the host of the party and couldn't help but quip “Someone feels at home, huh?” She didn't expect an answer because even though she didn't know whose house it was, she knew it didn't belong to Aaron. It just didn't fit his aesthetic.
“Handsome and with good but expensive tastebuds.” He surely had found gold on the shelves “I think it will just do.” She agreed joyful and followed him into the crowd. Nope, the powers were still there and it was almost overwhelming being thrown right back into the rainbows of auras, after having been alone in the kitchen without any 'noise'.

A deep breath was taken the moment they stepped outside. She would never grow tired of the autumn. How the air became crisp and fresh allowing one to clear the head, or how the leaves turned golden. The fingertips brushed against his fingers, as he handed her one of the bottles. The liquor burned a little at the back of the throat as she took a sip of the bottle. It was good, really good.
The corners of the mouth raised as he whiteout single care in the world paced right into the middle of the road. He felt so effortless in his nature and Aelin couldn't help but be a little drawn by it.

“I'm an empath.” Knowing that was to put it lightly she proceed to elaborate “Not just the 'I get this vibe from you' kind of empath, but I can see other person's moods and feel every emotion as if they were my own, or almost. But it is different with you. I can't see or feel anything, and it's the most liberating thing I've ever felt.”