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[kakirogo]

Not only is Hob eating his dance card so utterly romantic and charged but I'd like to note that this makes it so ONLY Rue's name could ever be on it.

They have destroyed romance for me, I am a husk of my former self, what am I supposed to do until next Wednesday

[vivi-sionary]

Rue The True i owe you my life

[marbolic-metatronic-deactivated]

Binx but suit 💁🏾‍♀️

[enitsirk]

A Coward in Love

[enitsirk]

A coward in love (w.i.p.)

[cashmeredragon]

no no no, none of you understand! rob and hob are beauty and the beast, but the other way around. belle is accepted by society, yet doesnt value and prioritize the same things, and as such is handled with confusion, just like hob! and the beast is the one rejected by society for his apperance, but he retreats from it all together, while rue used a glamour to blend in!

[mintreea]

i dont believe in astrology at all

but,,,

brennan being a capricorn is very important to me

[unavailabletozombies]

Rue/Hob Cinderella AU where Rue never used a glamour and instead stayed away from all the festivities they crafted. Watching from afar as an owlbear and relying on Wuvvy to know how the Bloom is going.

On the night of the ball Wuvvy offers to enchant them (creating a temporary glamour) so Rue can enjoy the final night of the (final?) bloom among the other fae. Que magical transformation, a gorgeous and softly flowing silvery gown, the colour shifting in the candle light and glowing against the cool blue of their skin, peonies and other flowers scattered down the whispering layers of their skirts and entwined in their updo. Soft slippers tied with ribbons and lastly Rue’s own gloves, enchanted for the night to fit the slim elven hands they now have.

Rue arrives near the end of the last carriages, is introduced as a friend of Rue (or goes unannounced) and is transfixed by the beauty of the forest which has been transformed into a magical ballroom. Strung with lights, a central platform for dancing, indeed several figures are already waltzing, secluded corners in shade and hundreds of fae all dazzling in exquisite gowns and suits.

Their attempts to blend in are thwarted by the ripple of hushed voices through the ballroom as fae notice the new face in their mists. Offering a small smile they move towards the drinks tables, trying not to be overwhelmed by the attention now sent their way, and are interrupted by a throat being cleared behind them. Turning they are facing Hob who bows and offers a hand asking for the next dance.

The pair converse as they waltz, think the dialogue from the forest hunt, and Rue does their best to obfuscate who they actually are and to avoid giving a name. Unlike in the hunt, Rue doesn’t flee when the dance ends, but instead allows Hob to lead them on a circuit of the guests, introducing Andhera, the Lords of the Wing, the goblin court, etc. after dances with Sqwark, Andhera and Lord Blemish, Rue keeps finding themselves drifting back to Hob’s side. They are dancing once more when Rue catches sight of Wuvvy from the corner of their eye and realised that the glamour is coming to the end of its time.

They turn to flee and in the haste of breaking the dance Hob ends up left holding one of their gloves (no slippers left here, we’re doing Regency glove angst). Hob starts moving after Rue after finally breaking from their shock, but is too late, as the glamour drops and Rue, now outside of the lights in the forest, is able to move in their owlbear form through the trees without detection.

Hob realising the enchanting person has vanished gazes down onto the glove in their hand, no longer the slim and delicate glove of an elf, by a large and unconventionally shaped glove belonging to someone more likely to have claws than fingers. Standing to attention as his mind races with all the information, Hob turns back into the lights, excuses prepared, as he plans how to find Rue and their ever growing secrets.

[mintreea]

OKAY BUT WHAT IF THEY WERE TALLER