Thistle &amp; Ash

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Orange light dappled the deputy headmistress’s face as she shifted in her seat by the window. It was getting late but she was hardly in a hurry to care as it was break and she could easily relax for once.

She gripped her mug full of hot cocoa fondly as she brought it to her lips for a sip, leaving behind a trail of dark lipstick. She set it down on the table next to her.

“Ah you’re finally awake, I was wondering when I could get up to make us dinner.” Her voice but a deep murmur as she kissed the ginger’s head who had been fast asleep in her lap.

Geraldine blinked open two groggy eyes as she stirred lightly. A quick glance around brought recollection of where she nestled herself earlier that day and her lips barely quirked a smile.

The smell of warm cocoa with Hecate’s fragrance a redolent linger as the setting sun scattered golden beams in the room.

There was hardly a moment akin in their indulging leisure when the academy didn’t bustled in usual activity during term. The reason being no matter the years of teaching settling overtime force of duty call in both of them, it was fair to admit as energetically taxing.

“You should have woken me up earlier if you felt hungry, Hecate.” Geraldine’s murmur tuned with decipherable concern, a gentle nudge given to the deputy headmistress.

Hecate couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh at her smile. She shook her head and held onto the ginger a bit better than she had before. “While that’s true I felt it necessary to let you get some beauty sleep. You’ve been lacking in that department for quite some nights. Now, what are you wanting? I’m up to cook or bake or-” She stopped herself and looked down at her other half, “Whatever you desire.”

Geraldine languidly stretched on Hecate’s lap, careful of not knocking the woman’s jaw as she craned her neck. She wondered how long she remained asleep on the witch who seemingly didn’t budge an inch from her spot by the window. “It does applies to you too, you know. Allowing me a wee beauty sleep shouldn’t overlook your own need for rest.”

The softness of Hecate’s hues turned whiskey amber in the twilight for a brief moment was enough to fuddle Geraldine’s brain “Whatever I desire is in our best interest. Making sure you’re satiated, not simply of food or sleep, but for everything else we could take care of while under no current obligations.” She outstretched to press a tender kiss to Hecate’s cheek. “Although, dinner sounds perfect.”

“Mmm, I suppose I can’t argue with that.” She replied in a small voice. It had been a few hours since the witch had fallen asleep in her lap and she was perfectly okay with that. Quiet moments were more than enough for her. It was a wonderful feeling to be settled in with the one she loved.

Hecate let out the smallest of exclamatory noises and shook her head, “R-Right dinner.” Her face became excruciatingly red, “Dinner indeed.”

“Aye, not a chance,” Geraldine let out a chuckle and rubbed her eyes in a childlike fashion that gave sight of the most harmless living creature. Roughness and withdrawal deserted the ginger as Hecate disciplined her heart to love over the years. Her teeth bared in spite to the deputy headmistress where now a mere image consigned to oblivion.

Hecate’s face crimsoned and the great deal of virtue it took Geraldine to refrain herself to palm Hecate’s sides, and lave every available inch of skin of adoring kisses overwhelmed her.

She waved her wrist and an open book appeared on the table beside them. “What about we relief our empty stomachs a recipe of ‘Bertha Huckleberry’s Kitchen Classics’ you left to my prying eyes the other time?”

With a finger she directed the pages to turn with the smallest amount of magic. She then slowly moved her head down to kiss Geraldine’s cheek as she continued to flip through the book. She stopped on a page that was marked up in several different colors and handwriting.

“Hmm.” She mused as a soft chuckle emerged, “Seems unwise to argue inside the margins of a cookbook.” Quickly she shut it and had a look of intensity fall across her face as an idea brewed within in her mind.

Hecate lifted Geraldine up into her arms and stood. She then walked into her small but well cared for kitchen space. “Imagine me holding you similarly while I cooked… It would be as dangerous as a pupil with the wrong ingredients.” She quirked a single brow.

If her own cheeks weren’t already mirroring Hecate’s hues, Geraldine’s skin seared where the witch’s lips stained another dark claim of what belonged to her with a tremor. She averted her eyes to a notably annotated and varicolored page of the book. Her brows knitted in attempt to decry better the unmistakable penmanship. But then, an overpowering feeling of dizziness clawed at the ginger when she suddenly realized she was hauled and carried away.

With the most adorable squeak and expression of surprise came her arms tightly wrapped around the tall deputy as they reached the kitchen.

“Hec…” Geraldine parted her lips as to pick up on Hecate’s unexpected statement, but befuddlement took the best of her for a solid moment. “As much as the idea to reduce your functionality in holding me like that is—” she paused to moisten her lips and flash a bashful smile “—Positively inviting, you wouldn’t be done half through the instructions anyway, dear.”

“We shall see about that.” As she said this a bowl manifested and so did the ingredients as she continued to hold Geraldine in this fashion. For quite some time she mixed the ingredients together solely with magic just to tease the one in her arms. “I can manage.” She then dipped her down and kissed her as deeply as she could manage without a creeping smirk and brought her back up onto her feet. “Now, I’ll focus on baking.”

Geraldine wordlessly watched Hecate evolve through the preparation with remarquable ease. Albeit one single small detail as keeping her arms busy, it was close to the familiar sight of the deputy Headmistress performing a craft she knew by heart and could almost be envisioned doing with her eyes closed. Regardless of the witch’s tease and lack of safe measures the aplomb and confidence in her every motions inspired calm in the ginger, much to perk her mood up. “Call me a killjoy if you will, you merely managed the easiest steps.” She attempted to goad the woman into a reaction just as Hecate caught her off guard with a heart-stopping kiss that left Geraldine woozy and melting, until she was grounded again on her feet.

“R—right, focus. Seems an idea…”

“Yes, focus.” She said as she booped the ginger’s nose and returned to preparing whatever it was she was putting together. After a short while of adding in very specific and often obscure ingredients, she fished out the muffin sheet tin from a side cabinet.

“My mother used to make these on certain summer mornings.” She spoke in a small but still very relaxed voice, “I’d look forward to them. Something about orange zest and cranberries was incredibly delightful. It’s one of those memories that’s powerful enough to give you metaphorical whiplash.” It was rare that she ever spoke of her parents, but when she did it was always about specifics.

The mixture was easily divided between four large spots and with a singular motion it was tucked away in the warmth of the oven. “And now we wait.”

In a matter of time the redolent aroma of citrus pervaded the air in the small kitchen. Listening to Hecate fain reminisce about bits and pieces of her past, still bustling about on her culinary tweak ups cocooned Geraldine in a warm feeling of elation. If the occasions when the deputy exhumed those parts of herself without apprehension of backstabbing angst where scarce, they wheren’t so unwonted anymore. Each time and each shared memories and every evocative smiles. They all but never failed to privilege Geraldine of an earned trust she took oath to nurture and cherish.

Yes, the petite ginger mused, she could remain dazzled like that, hair and clothes smelling of sweet bakeries. But before Hecate could clear the rest of the ingredients, the idea of an orange glaze prodded interest.

And there she was, all smiles in the prospect of spoiling her other half. “Oh, we still have a bit of orange’s peel and time to make icing, would a bowl be enough?” The beam of a grin on her lips, there was no way euphoria didn’t looked charming on her.

“An orange glaze would be lovely, yes.” She managed as she turned to fully face Geraldine with a hand rested on the counter propping her up. “I was considering it but wasn’t sure if that would be too sweet for you.”

Hecate sighed as her eyes drifted to meet her hand which was turning white from the firmness she was exerting on it. The glaze reminded her of what her mother would do. She’d coat the muffins twice. Once for the glaze to soak into the insides and another to make them shiny and aesthetic. Her mother was always about making things look pretty. She had wondered if that was due to her father’s perfectionist attitude towards everything or if it was just a trait of hers.

“It was almost ceremonial for her to put it on at the end.”

Geraldine’s eyes followed Hecate’s and her toothy grin subsided into a more prim smile. They both had a good twenty minutes or so before their toothsome Huckleberry’s treats were yet to flaunt a golden tint and ready to be taken out of the oven. Her blue orbs perused the tall witch, searching any indication of second thoughts in her expression, or even slight nostalgia.

“Let’s say it’s superfluous and we don’t necessarily need a glaze when these—”, she pointed toward the buzzing oven nursing the muffins, “—will be already buttery and moist and just right. Unless we’d aim for nasty dental caries.” she jested airily. But the spur, as all of her teasing was for the most part to distract and relax Hecate. Geraldine behold a rather exacerbated hypersensitivity which was always misapprehended by the way she so often proven herself a prickly grouch, boring and stick-in-the-mud kind of person in the academy. It became in some point of her life a way to cope with unbidden heartaches, to keep herself safe.

Yet it wasn’t until she allowed her heart to Joy Hecate Hardbroom that Geraldine eventually realized life was worth risking sometime to stumble and to fall. To laugh at her own scrapped knees and trust in a hopeful healing. To be vulnerable around this remarkarble, brilliant and loveworthy woman. Oh yes, it was worth all of it. The smaller witch stepped toward Hecate, heed in her eyes as she took the hand resting on the counter and gingerly kissed it. “But is it what you want?”

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"The only sweet I require is you and you alone." It was cliche of her but she felt it necessary to distract her with compliments. While she did so she gave her a side-eye and managed to start creating the icing they were skipping around. Hecate's eyes lazily moved upward to meet Geraldine's while she mixed it together. "Teeth rotting or not, you're a remarkable and healthy addition to my life."

She say the bowl down like a mother to her child and turned to face the ginger. A stray strand of hair found its way to her forehead and moved as she did.

"We'll ice a small batch of them and leave the rest free of it. Choice is a remarkable thing, but, when you can increase the amount of choices, things get more interesting." She shrugged.

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Mom I need to tell you something important but you can’t freak out okay?

You know you can tell me anything.

So remember that one time that I almost died because of a really really back flu?

Yes?

Well there’s something that happened to me that I didn’t tell you after that happened

...And that would be? The last time I had news like this, your eldest sister was telling me she was a medium of sorts and then that she was getting married to a.. Gullet. Right, I shouldn't get off topic. Er...sorry.

*takes out her brown contacts to show her what her eyes look like now* my eyes ended up changing colors and I can now bring things back from the dead

So you're a necromancer? Or- am I missing the point? What sort of things...?

I apologize if I'm not shocked enough I have managed to see some... out of the ordinary things.

*she lightly quirked a brow and tilted her head to the side*

You name it I can bring it back to life

I suppose I can now add this to the ever growing list of interesting and somewhat odd events in my life. Hmmm... I've heard of thus happening before, strangely enough.

Really?

A long while ago there were a pair of twin siblings in our family. I believe they'd be your great great great aunts. One was cursed or gifted, depending on how you see it, with the ability to rejuvenate an elder while the other had the ability to wither them.

Both were horrified of their abilities because they had no control. So they tended to live in isolation and only be seen by those who required their unique power.

The sister with the ability to speed up life had been known to have jet black eyes during the use of her powers while the other had white. As they grew older the one who could reverse aging promised to let her sister continue to live on. But as the story goes, they managed to poof both of themselves out of existence.

The summary of this is that another distant relative managed to receive both of their powers combined, which had mutated into the ability of resurrection.

Your Grandmother used to tell this story to me before I went to bed. Strange, yes, but knowing her it was important.

Mom I need to tell you something important but you can’t freak out okay?

You know you can tell me anything.

So remember that one time that I almost died because of a really really back flu?

Yes?

Well there’s something that happened to me that I didn’t tell you after that happened

...And that would be? The last time I had news like this, your eldest sister was telling me she was a medium of sorts and then that she was getting married to a.. Gullet. Right, I shouldn't get off topic. Er...sorry.

*takes out her brown contacts to show her what her eyes look like now* my eyes ended up changing colors and I can now bring things back from the dead

So you're a necromancer? Or- am I missing the point? What sort of things...?

I apologize if I'm not shocked enough I have managed to see some... out of the ordinary things.

*she lightly quirked a brow and tilted her head to the side*

You name it I can bring it back to life

I suppose I can now add this to the ever growing list of interesting and somewhat odd events in my life. Hmmm... I've heard of thus happening before, strangely enough.

Mom I need to tell you something important but you can’t freak out okay?

You know you can tell me anything.

So remember that one time that I almost died because of a really really back flu?

Yes?

Well there’s something that happened to me that I didn’t tell you after that happened

...And that would be? The last time I had news like this, your eldest sister was telling me she was a medium of sorts and then that she was getting married to a.. Gullet. Right, I shouldn't get off topic. Er...sorry.

*takes out her brown contacts to show her what her eyes look like now* my eyes ended up changing colors and I can now bring things back from the dead

So you're a necromancer? Or- am I missing the point? What sort of things...?

I apologize if I'm not shocked enough I have managed to see some... out of the ordinary things.

*she lightly quirked a brow and tilted her head to the side*

Mom I need to tell you something important but you can’t freak out okay?

You know you can tell me anything.

So remember that one time that I almost died because of a really really back flu?

Yes?

Well there’s something that happened to me that I didn’t tell you after that happened

...And that would be? The last time I had news like this, your eldest sister was telling me she was a medium of sorts and then that she was getting married to a.. Gullet. Right, I shouldn't get off topic. Er...sorry.

Mom I need to tell you something important but you can’t freak out okay?

You know you can tell me anything.

So remember that one time that I almost died because of a really really back flu?

Yes?

Mom I need to tell you something important but you can’t freak out okay?

You know you can tell me anything.

alilaro

oh to be stolen away in the dead of night by a mysterious ancient entity

#about muse

Miss. Are you really Miss Cassidy? Sorry about that if you're upset.

[Oh goodness gracious, I’m not upset. No worries.

I’m not Raquel Cassidy. I’m just a fan blog for the character she plays, Hecate Hardbroom. The goal of this blog is to have people who love The Worst Witch have a chance to have some fun and interact with this blog as if they’re talking to this fan favorite character.

I’m doing this as a way to both celebrate Miss Cassidy’s work as well as the people behind every iteration of The Worst Witch. I’m also doing this as a way to help people through this pandemic so they can have something fun to look forward to or have something to read.

It’s purely for entertainment purposes. Sorry if this was confusing at all.

Warmest wishes, Emily ]

#ooc

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Orange light dappled the deputy headmistress’s face as she shifted in her seat by the window. It was getting late but she was hardly in a hurry to care as it was break and she could easily relax for once.

She gripped her mug full of hot cocoa fondly as she brought it to her lips for a sip, leaving behind a trail of dark lipstick. She set it down on the table next to her.

“Ah you’re finally awake, I was wondering when I could get up to make us dinner.” Her voice but a deep murmur as she kissed the ginger’s head who had been fast asleep in her lap.

Geraldine blinked open two groggy eyes as she stirred lightly. A quick glance around brought recollection of where she nestled herself earlier that day and her lips barely quirked a smile.

The smell of warm cocoa with Hecate’s fragrance a redolent linger as the setting sun scattered golden beams in the room.

There was hardly a moment akin in their indulging leisure when the academy didn’t bustled in usual activity during term. The reason being no matter the years of teaching settling overtime force of duty call in both of them, it was fair to admit as energetically taxing.

“You should have woken me up earlier if you felt hungry, Hecate.” Geraldine’s murmur tuned with decipherable concern, a gentle nudge given to the deputy headmistress.

Hecate couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh at her smile. She shook her head and held onto the ginger a bit better than she had before. “While that’s true I felt it necessary to let you get some beauty sleep. You’ve been lacking in that department for quite some nights. Now, what are you wanting? I’m up to cook or bake or-” She stopped herself and looked down at her other half, “Whatever you desire.”

Geraldine languidly stretched on Hecate’s lap, careful of not knocking the woman’s jaw as she craned her neck. She wondered how long she remained asleep on the witch who seemingly didn’t budge an inch from her spot by the window. “It does applies to you too, you know. Allowing me a wee beauty sleep shouldn’t overlook your own need for rest.”

The softness of Hecate’s hues turned whiskey amber in the twilight for a brief moment was enough to fuddle Geraldine’s brain “Whatever I desire is in our best interest. Making sure you’re satiated, not simply of food or sleep, but for everything else we could take care of while under no current obligations.” She outstretched to press a tender kiss to Hecate’s cheek. “Although, dinner sounds perfect.”

“Mmm, I suppose I can’t argue with that.” She replied in a small voice. It had been a few hours since the witch had fallen asleep in her lap and she was perfectly okay with that. Quiet moments were more than enough for her. It was a wonderful feeling to be settled in with the one she loved.

Hecate let out the smallest of exclamatory noises and shook her head, “R-Right dinner.” Her face became excruciatingly red, “Dinner indeed.”

“Aye, not a chance,” Geraldine let out a chuckle and rubbed her eyes in a childlike fashion that gave sight of the most harmless living creature. Roughness and withdrawal deserted the ginger as Hecate disciplined her heart to love over the years. Her teeth bared in spite to the deputy headmistress where now a mere image consigned to oblivion.

Hecate’s face crimsoned and the great deal of virtue it took Geraldine to refrain herself to palm Hecate’s sides, and lave every available inch of skin of adoring kisses overwhelmed her.

She waved her wrist and an open book appeared on the table beside them. “What about we relief our empty stomachs a recipe of ‘Bertha Huckleberry’s Kitchen Classics’ you left to my prying eyes the other time?”

With a finger she directed the pages to turn with the smallest amount of magic. She then slowly moved her head down to kiss Geraldine’s cheek as she continued to flip through the book. She stopped on a page that was marked up in several different colors and handwriting.

“Hmm.” She mused as a soft chuckle emerged, “Seems unwise to argue inside the margins of a cookbook.” Quickly she shut it and had a look of intensity fall across her face as an idea brewed within in her mind.

Hecate lifted Geraldine up into her arms and stood. She then walked into her small but well cared for kitchen space. “Imagine me holding you similarly while I cooked… It would be as dangerous as a pupil with the wrong ingredients.” She quirked a single brow.

If her own cheeks weren’t already mirroring Hecate’s hues, Geraldine’s skin seared where the witch’s lips stained another dark claim of what belonged to her with a tremor. She averted her eyes to a notably annotated and varicolored page of the book. Her brows knitted in attempt to decry better the unmistakable penmanship. But then, an overpowering feeling of dizziness clawed at the ginger when she suddenly realized she was hauled and carried away.

With the most adorable squeak and expression of surprise came her arms tightly wrapped around the tall deputy as they reached the kitchen.

“Hec…” Geraldine parted her lips as to pick up on Hecate’s unexpected statement, but befuddlement took the best of her for a solid moment. “As much as the idea to reduce your functionality in holding me like that is—” she paused to moisten her lips and flash a bashful smile “—Positively inviting, you wouldn’t be done half through the instructions anyway, dear.”

“We shall see about that.” As she said this a bowl manifested and so did the ingredients as she continued to hold Geraldine in this fashion. For quite some time she mixed the ingredients together solely with magic just to tease the one in her arms. “I can manage.” She then dipped her down and kissed her as deeply as she could manage without a creeping smirk and brought her back up onto her feet. “Now, I’ll focus on baking.”

Geraldine wordlessly watched Hecate evolve through the preparation with remarquable ease. Albeit one single small detail as keeping her arms busy, it was close to the familiar sight of the deputy Headmistress performing a craft she knew by heart and could almost be envisioned doing with her eyes closed. Regardless of the witch’s tease and lack of safe measures the aplomb and confidence in her every motions inspired calm in the ginger, much to perk her mood up. “Call me a killjoy if you will, you merely managed the easiest steps.” She attempted to goad the woman into a reaction just as Hecate caught her off guard with a heart-stopping kiss that left Geraldine woozy and melting, until she was grounded again on her feet.

“R—right, focus. Seems an idea…”

“Yes, focus.” She said as she booped the ginger’s nose and returned to preparing whatever it was she was putting together. After a short while of adding in very specific and often obscure ingredients, she fished out the muffin sheet tin from a side cabinet.

“My mother used to make these on certain summer mornings.” She spoke in a small but still very relaxed voice, “I’d look forward to them. Something about orange zest and cranberries was incredibly delightful. It’s one of those memories that’s powerful enough to give you metaphorical whiplash.” It was rare that she ever spoke of her parents, but when she did it was always about specifics.

The mixture was easily divided between four large spots and with a singular motion it was tucked away in the warmth of the oven. “And now we wait.”

In a matter of time the redolent aroma of citrus pervaded the air in the small kitchen. Listening to Hecate fain reminisce about bits and pieces of her past, still bustling about on her culinary tweak ups cocooned Geraldine in a warm feeling of elation. If the occasions when the deputy exhumed those parts of herself without apprehension of backstabbing angst where scarce, they wheren’t so unwonted anymore. Each time and each shared memories and every evocative smiles. They all but never failed to privilege Geraldine of an earned trust she took oath to nurture and cherish.

Yes, the petite ginger mused, she could remain dazzled like that, hair and clothes smelling of sweet bakeries. But before Hecate could clear the rest of the ingredients, the idea of an orange glaze prodded interest.

And there she was, all smiles in the prospect of spoiling her other half. “Oh, we still have a bit of orange’s peel and time to make icing, would a bowl be enough?” The beam of a grin on her lips, there was no way euphoria didn’t looked charming on her.