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shizu-nagita · 4 days ago

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The breeze against my skin, your hand in mine.

AN: I offer HAREJAM .

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Gift for @chibisproductions and @allimili -

A hare, and a bear.

One admires, one longs for them.

One is tired, and one is oblivious.

To the love lingering in the air .

❀༺☆༻❀

Two figures in a pavilion, the shade providing relief from the bright rays from the sun, one a hare, bright periwinkle eyes shimmering with wonder and delight as crimson eyes gaze at the roses beyond the building, the breeze a welcome sensation against heated skin.

“ First Jam Cookie? “ The hare tilts her head, blonde hair billowing out slightly in the wind, her shawl rippling and flowing out as she stares at her companion, and unseen sort of weariness in their eyes .

First Jam Cookie looks up, and then the delicately crafted smile is back on her face, meant to soothe and reassure.” Yes, Harebell Cookie?”

However, being forgotten most of the time meant that you saw things others don't .

Harebell cookie crosses her legs, her periwinkle eyes studying the features of her companion, traces of lost wonder and weariness in them, from eons of granting death and smiling .

“ Are you alright? You seem…. Tired.” The teacup rising to First Jam Cookie’s lips pauses in its tracks, the soft, herbal scent wafting from the liquid. Harebell watched as a myriad of emotions flicker across First Jam Cookie’s face.

First Jam Cookie sighs, her hand lowering to place the porcelain teacup on the table, making a soft thunk . “ As perceptive as ever, aren't you Harebell Cookie? “ A genuine smile this time spreads across her face .

First Jam raised a hand, a graceful gesture that seemed to dismiss Harebell's concern. Her very presence held an elegance that drew the eye, even the flowers seemed to turn towards her. Harebell Cookie was no exception. "There's no need to worry. It simply becomes... a bit tiring, the same issues and problems repeating day after day."

Harebell Cookie’s eyes flicker with understanding, after all, being the backbone of a nation was always guaranteed to be tiring. “ Is there any way I could help?” She asks, hope and a want to be useful in her tone .

First Jam merely sighs,, the light from the sun filtering through her translucent hair, blooming bright patterns of red and brown on the marble floor, painting her in a divine light.

“ Harebell Cookie, unless you would want to sit next to me and sign papers off and be cooped up in the healers office, which i dont think your energetic nature could handle, I doubt there’d be anything you could do. “ First Jam takes a sip of the warm herbal tea, the earthiness of the rose petals tinged with the sweetness of honey blooming across her taste buds. “ but i do thank you for the offer.

A gentle smile appears on First Jam Cookie’s face, gloved hands placing down the teacup once again and folding neatly in her lap . “ There is no need to trouble yourself with my worries . “

Harebell Cookie’s eyes narrow , her ears twitching in dissatisfaction as a ponderous look overcomes her, as if she was wondering about something before she brightens up, First Jam Cookie’s head tilting in confusion when she sees her companions attitude change .

“ I got it! “ Harebell cookie leaned over the table, gently grasping First Jam Cookie’s hand, her bright eyes shimmering in the sunlight, the sparkles of wonder drifting around her as Harebell’s magic began to slowly materialize .

“ Hm? Got what?” Yet, even with the jarring display of otherworldly strands and swirls of magic, First Jam merely gave an amused smile, used to her friend's enthusiasm and energy as the sigils danced around them .

“ First jam, Do you want to adventure with me for just a bit??” A childlike giddiness slowly wraps around Harebell cookie’s figure, stars glimmering in her periwinkle eyes as First Jam looks at the sun, figuring out the time before nodding .

“ I suppose… A few hours exploring wouldn't hurt. “

And so, with a beaming smile, Harebell gently pulled First Jam onto her feet, heels clicking against the ground in an even rhythm , First jam herself giving a light chuckle at Harebell cookie’s excitement .

“ Come on, Come on! I promise, you’ll love the experience! “

❀༺☆༻❀

Your hand in my hand.

I'll bring you to see all the wonders!

And maybe then I can stay to admire you

too.

❀༺☆༻❀

"Do you have a fear of heights, First Jam Cookie?" Harebell Cookie asked, her voice laced with a hint of playful anticipation. She slowly dematerialized the tea service with a subtle wave of her hand, the porcelain fading into shimmering motes of light.

As the last of the teacups dissolved, First Jam Cookie stepped gracefully from beneath the pavilion's sheltering roof. The soft, cream-white fabric of her robes seemed to catch and hold the sunlight, rippling gently in the breeze. Her intricate headpiece, adorned with delicate crimson gems, sparkled brilliantly, casting fleeting red glints onto the emerald expanse of the lawn.

"No, Harebell, I don't believe I harbor any fear of heights," First Jam replied, her gaze steady and calm. "Why?" She moved with an effortless elegance towards Harebell, who, with a dramatic flourish, conjured her broom from thin air. A wide, infectious smile bloomed on Harebell's face, radiating pure excitement.

"Because!" Harebell exclaimed, her hands clapping together with a sharp, joyful sound. Her platinum hair, like spun moonlight, danced around her face in the gentle wind, yet the intricate braid that traced the side of her head remained miraculously neat and tidy. "To truly experience this with me, you absolutely must experience flight!"

First Jam paused in her approach, a delicate furrow appearing on her brow, a fleeting expression of doubt clouding her serene features. "Are you quite sure about this, Harebell?"

Harebell gasped, her reaction exaggeratedly theatrical. She pressed a hand dramatically to her chest, her wide sleeves billowing around her arms like startled wings. Her feet stumbled back a fraction. "Are you questioning my judgment? Moi? Harebell Cookie, the Witch of Wonder, who has soared across continents and danced among the stars?"

A soft, melodic giggle escaped First Jam's lips, and she raised a hand to delicately cover her mouth, her crimson eyes twinkling with amusement at Harebell's dramatic flair. "No, my apologies, Harebell. I didn't mean to-"

"Oh, don't fret over it!" Harebell declared, her bright smile returning, even more radiant than before. "I was just being dramatic, First Jam! Of course, I'm absolutely certain! You are, after all, my dearest friend!"

“ Now come on! Time is ticking and I want you to experience everything!!” Harebell gently grabs First Jam Cookie’s sleeve , gently pulling her towards her broom as it levitates upwards, suspended in the air as Harebell Cookie sits on it.

First Jam looks at the broom, then at Harebell Cookie’s enthusiastic gaze and smile, before sighing and giving in, her gown folding underneath her as she takes her place by Harebell Cookie’s side , the broom surprisingly steady.

“ Now… “

“ Wait-”

“ LETS GO!!!”

“ HAREBELL COOKIE!! “

Before First Jam Cookie could fully process Harebell's enthusiastic pronouncement, a sudden gust of wind whipped strands of her hair across her face. With a surprising lurch, the ground beneath her feet began to recede at an alarming rate, the meticulously manicured lawn shrinking into a patchwork of greens and browns. Beside her, Harebell's joyful giggles echoed in the increasingly powerful rush of air, the sound barely audible above the whistling wind, First Jam immediately sought out Harebell cookie’s shoulders as support.

Instinctively, First Jam closed her eyes against the sudden sensation and the stinging breeze. Her long, cream-white hair billowed out around her head like a silken halo, each strand catching and filtering the bright sunbeams. This created a mesmerizing shadow below, a shifting tapestry of multiple shades of crimson and ruby that danced across the ever-dwindling landscape. The wind tugged insistently at her robes, molding the fabric against her form and creating a sense of exhilarating vulnerability. The scent of blooming roses from the pavilion was quickly replaced by the crisp, clean fragrance of the open sky. A strange mixture of apprehension and a nascent sense of wonder began to stir within her as they ascended higher and higher into the boundless expanse.

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It's light.

So much.. Softer.

Something bubbles up from deep inside and blossoms, as if the wind was clearing away the weight on her shoulders, cleansing out the drained energy.

She felt… free.

❀༺☆༻❀

Wide, crimson eyes, now vibrant and brimming with newfound energy, gazed forward into the boundless expanse. A breathless gasp caught in First Jam's throat, a silent testament to the breathtaking vista unfolding before her. Beside her, Harebell Cookie turned, her smile radiant, her hair a wild, platinum halo caught in the brilliant sunlight that sculpted the delicate planes of her face.

"Isn't this just utterly wonderful?!" The wind roared in their ears, threatening to swallow the words whole, yet First Jam, utterly spellbound by the experience, felt as though Harebell's joyous exclamation resonated directly within her heart. The sunlight bathed her skin in a gentle warmth, and the wind, though powerful, felt like a caress, sweeping strands of her hair back from her face in cool, exhilarating waves.

A wide, unrestrained smile blossomed across First Jam's face, bright and utterly genuine, a laugh bubbling up from the very depths of her soul, a sound as light and airy as the clouds drifting below. She nodded emphatically, her eyes sparkling. "Yes, Harebell, it truly really is!"

Harebell Cookie's breath hitched in her throat, her own eyes widening in delighted surprise as she witnessed the remarkable transformation in First Jam's countenance. Her friend's face seemed to glow with an inner light, bright and illuminating, and her giggle, carried away by the wind, was a melody of pure joy that echoed through the vast, open sky.

Harebell Cookie smiled head turning to look down at the world , fields of life teeming with lush grasses and trees , First Jam Cookie’s hands clinging onto Harebell Cookie’s shoulders as crimson eyes stare down too, gleaming and bursting with exhilaration and wonder.

It had been so long since she had last experienced something new .

“ It's… beautiful up here. “ First Jam murmurs, admiration and adoration in her voice. “ I can see why you can travel for thousands of miles a day if this was the view . “

Harebell cookie nods enthusiastically, legs crossed as she looks ahead, memories of her other adventures coming to the front of her mind, images of spiraling waterfalls, surrounded by moss and in its own pool of time, fields of wheat golden brown shimmering in the sunlight, and dark, cool forests, surrounded by a blanket of snow, as if frozen in time.

“ You haven't seen the best of it! I’ll try to bring you to my favorite places as quickly as possible! Just wait First Jam!! “ Harebell slowly shifted the direction of the brom, heading east as the towering buildings of pillars and intricately designed castles fell away, retreating into the wilderness as the world went from stone, to the sights of deer munching on grass, rabbits hopping, and rivers overlapping themselves .

Then her eyes widened, First Jam gasping in utter delight.

The fields went from a bright green to a boundless expanse stretching before Harebell cookie, a living tapestry woven in a thousand shades of soft violet and delicate lavender. This was a field of Harebell flowers, a breathtaking spectacle under the vast, open sky.

Each slender stem, almost impossibly thin yet surprisingly resilient, sways gently in the unseen currents of air, creating a rippling motion across the landscape like waves on a tranquil sea. Atop the wiry stalks, hundreds, thousands, perhaps even millions of bell-shaped blossoms nod in unison in the constant breeze. They were small and exquisite, each petal a delicate curve, flaring slightly at the rim like tiny, perfectly formed bells waiting for a celestial chime.

The color was mesmerizing. It wasn't a harsh, demanding purple, but a soft, ethereal hue that seems to capture the very essence of twilight. In some areas, the concentration of blooms created deeper pools of violet, while in others, the gentle green of the supporting stems peeks through, adding a subtle contrast. When the sunlight caught them just right, the petals seemed almost translucent, glowing with an inner light in the sunbeams.

A gentle breeze carried the faintest whisper of their fragrance, a sweet, delicate scent with a hint of wildness, clean and refreshing like mountain air. Bees, their bodies dusted with golden pollen, hum contentedly as they navigate the floral labyrinth, disappearing momentarily into the heart of a bell before emerging to the next. Butterflies with wings the color of stained glass flit lazily above the swaying blossoms, adding another layer of delicate movement to the scene.

When Harebell and first Jam flew out across this field it was like gazing at a starlit sky that had descended to earth. The sheer number of individual flowers creates an almost dizzying effect, a sense of being immersed in a sea of gentle color. The horizon seems to blur where the purple haze of the flowers meets the distant blue of the sky, creating a seamless transition between earth and heaven. It's a place where time seems to slow, where the only sounds are the gentle rustling of stems and the buzzing of insects, a memory of pure, unadulterated elation and joy, one of a time where nothing else mattered.

“ It’s beautiful. “ Were the words that came out of First Jam’s mouth, breath taken away and mesmerized.

No words were needed to comprehend their feelings, the feeling of wonder and elation bursting through and lightening their worlds .

As their descent began, the rushing wind gradually softened to a gentle caress. Harebell Cookie expertly guided her broom in graceful arcs, the vast expanse of the sky slowly yielding to the approaching earth. The vibrant tapestry of the Harebell field grew larger with each passing moment, the individual blossoms resolving from a hazy purple into a sea of distinct, delicate bells swaying in the breeze.

First Jam Cookie, initially holding onto Harebell's shoulders with a touch of trepidation, now leaned forward with eager anticipation. The wind whispered through her loosened hair, carrying the sweet, subtle fragrance of the countless flowers rising to meet them. The play of light and shadow across the undulating field became more intricate, revealing patches of deeper violet where the blooms were most dense and lighter hues where the green stems peeked through.

With a final, gentle swoop, Harebell brought the broom to a smooth stop just above the swaying blossoms. For a fleeting moment, they hovered, suspended in a fragrant purple haze, the buzzing of bees a soft symphony around them. Then, with barely a rustle, the broom settled down, the delicate tips of the Harebell flowers bending gently beneath its weight before springing back up around them.

First Jam Cookie stepped off the broom with a newfound lightness in her movements, her crimson eyes wide with wonder as she found herself immersed in the floral sea. The soft petals brushed against her ankles, releasing their delicate fragrance with each step. Harebell landed beside her with an easy grace, her platinum hair settling around her shoulders like spun moonlight against the backdrop of purple. A wide, triumphant smile bloomed on her face, reflecting the sheer joy of sharing this experience. The air was still and filled with the gentle hum of life, a stark contrast to the exhilarating rush of their flight. They stood together in the heart of the Harebell field, two figures amidst a boundless expanse of delicate beauty, the sky above them a vast, clear canvas.

A gloved hand reached out, gently running through the delicate, lush stems as the bright , periwinkle flowers swayed and danced in the soft breeze , The broom covered behind them before disappearing in a flourish of sigils, Harebell bending down to smell the flowers, her ears flicking with complete and utter joy.

The scent of fresh dewdrops, a soft citrusy scent, and the smell of blooming harebells wafted from every direction, nothing overpowering but also not too soft to scent , a wonderful balance .

Harebell turned towards First Jam, periwinkle eyes wide and mesmerized as she looked around, Harebell flowers everywhere as far as the eye could see, as if seamlessly melding with the sky akin to twilight turns into midnight .

“ First Jam…” Were the words whispered out, in reverence, in a whisper meant for only First Jam Cookie to hear.

“ Yes, Harebell?”

A hand reached out towards First Jam Cookie, hesitant , before mustering its courage and waiting for the other hand.

“ Would you… do me the honors of a dance? “ The gentle hum of bees and the soft whisper of the breeze through the Harebell field became their music. Harebell Cookie, her eyes sparkling with playful invitation, extended a hand towards First Jam.

A radiant smile bloomed on First Jam's face, mirroring the vibrant hues of the flowers around them.

“ Of course. “

She took Harebell's hand, her touch surprisingly light yet firm. As their fingers intertwined, a sense of joyful anticipation filled the air.

Harebell took the first step, a light, almost skipping motion, her platinum hair swaying like a silvery pendulum. First Jam followed, her cream-white robes swirling gently around her ankles as she moved. Their dance was not one of rigid steps or practiced routines, but a spontaneous expression of the pure joy they felt in that moment, surrounded by the endless expanse of purple, fading into the sea of flowers.

They twirled and swayed, their laughter mingling with the gentle buzzing of the bees, butterflies drifting and swaying along with them as they followed . Harebell moved with an airy grace, her steps light as a butterfly's flutter, her movements imbued with a whimsical energy.

First Jam, initially a touch more reserved, soon found herself caught up in the infectious joy of the dance. Her crimson eyes sparkled with delight as she spun, the sunlight catching the subtle shimmer in her hair as swirls of crimson ran over the ground, covering the Harebell Flowers in a mysterious light .

Their hands remained clasped, a tangible connection between their two different yet harmonious spirits. They dipped and bowed, their movements echoing the gentle sway of the flowers around them. Sometimes they moved in unison, their steps mirroring each other, and other times they danced independently, their individual expressions of joy weaving together into a beautiful, organic whole.

The soft petals of the Harebells brushed against their ankles and the hems of their robes, releasing their delicate fragrance with each movement, as if the flowers themselves were joining in their dance. The sunlight dappled through the air, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow on their faces and the sea of purple around them, spinning in drapes of wonder.

As they danced, the weariness that had clung to First Jam seemed to dissipate further, replaced by a lightness that radiated from within. Harebell's boundless energy was infectious, filling the air with a vibrant, joyful aura. In that moment, amidst the swaying purple bells and the gentle caress of the wind, there was only the pure, unadulterated joy of friendship and the simple beauty of being alive. Their dance was a silent conversation, a celebration of their connection, a vibrant expression of the wonder that surrounded them.

Time slowed, and it seemed as if the world dropped away, a bubble of them, and only them remained, bringing them closer and closer to the sea of stars.

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This is meant for one person, and one person only.

This dance is dedicated to the one who brought wonder back to me after years of weariness.

This moment will be cherished by me to the end of time.

Thank you. Harebell Cookie.

❀༺☆༻❀

I admire you, I adore you.

I dance with you and watch your face brighten up with glee, the shadows that once plagued you now nothing but a memory .

It is my honor to dance with you , First Jam Cookie.

Thank you.

❀༺☆༻❀

As the sun began its slow descent, the sky transformed into a breathtaking canvas of wistful hues – soft lavenders bleeding into fiery oranges, muted reds melting into gentle yellows. Yet, lost in their shared joy, neither Harebell nor First Jam showed any inclination to cease their dance. The weight of duties and the pull of responsibilities faded into insignificance as they continued to twirl through the field.

The delicate Harebell flowers, bathed in the fading light, seemed to blur and soften around their figures, their vibrant purple echoing the deepening twilight. The golden light, now tinged with the melancholic beauty of the approaching night, cast long, ethereal shadows that stretched and intertwined with their movements, a fleeting wonder that painted the scene with a dreamlike quality.

They held onto each other, their clasped hands a silent testament to their connection, their smiles softer now, tinged with a quiet contentment. Their laughter, though still present, held a gentle echo, a sweet melody carried on the cooling breeze. It was as if they were savoring these precious moments, aware of their ephemeral nature, their joy tinged with the poignant beauty of a day drawing to a close. They danced not with wild abandon, but with a tender grace, their movements imbued with a quiet understanding, their shared smiles a knowing acknowledgment of the fleeting magic of the twilight and their cherished companionship.

This is the story of a hare and a bear .

One that I will tell for eons to come.

I’m gonna go crash out now-

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