#the fanart is just bonus - thank my little one for running around with her fairy wings on last week
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tilda-rothery · 2 months ago
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You and me at six
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Young hicsqueak :) and the triple drabble that goes with it...
(sorry for the sucky background. Also realising I haven't coloured Pippa's clip.. oh well. I'll get on that tomorrow)
Halloween was always Pippa’s favourite time of year. It meant dressing up, silly games, lavish parties ...and sweets. Lots and lots of sweets.
When she was six, she remembered how her parents had thrown a large Halloween bash. With all the high standing witching families in attendance.
Pippa had stolen away, not bothered with the adults and their boring conversations, and more concerned with the brightly decorated cakes, the sugar snap biscuits – they really did snap if you weren’t too careful, Pippa’s thumb ached for days after – and chocolate truffles of every flavour you could think of.
Her fairy wings fluttered behind her – as they were enchanted to do – as she plopped herself down in a quiet corner, arms overflowing with sweet treats. Under the lights, glitter dust sparkled in her hair. Though her rather magical ensemble was spoiled by the icing smeared across her cheek.
She remembers a shadow casting over her sweet feast. The shadow of a girl her age wearing nothing but black. Her face pale, eyes dark and curious.
“Do you want one?” Pippa remembers asking. Handing the girl a cake with sticky, sugar coated fingers. One with pink icing swirled on the top– not at all festive, but Pippa’s favourite nonetheless.
The girl swallowed, tentatively reaching out, her fingers brushing the paper case.
“Joy!”
The girls arms had fallen away immediately, her whole body tensing at the sharp tone, her fingers curling into her palms, bottom lip near to trembling.
Pippa had been confused by that, if a little fearful.
The girl had gone as quickly and quietly as she’d come, her dark hair whipping around behind her.
The cakes hadn’t tasted so sweet after that.
“I remember that party,” Hecate would tell her years later. “It never was the cakes I was interested in.”
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