#apprentice cedar

[wiltingdecay]

I haven't thought of cedar's familiar at all but a BNUUY def seems appropriate

I just never really thought too hard about the familiar aspect in magicing and fiction nsndkkckf

yeah i get it!! i honestly forget that familiars are meant to have magic of their own, i just see them as funny little guys with telepathic communication and longer lifespans than regular animals

cedar with their own little bnuuy would be so cute 🥺🥺🥺 one like this maybe

[wiltingdecay]

Cedar can wear the dress version and Rowan can wear the pants version

had to sketch this vv quickly bc theyre cute

[wiltingdecay]

Aah jejxksjx ok! Cedar giving Rowan a kiss on the cheek? :3c

Idk for what so you can make it up jsndnc

touches ask game

"Son of a fuck-"

Rowan curses under their breath at the melting chocolate in the pot on top of the stove in front of them. Why has it gone all weird and clumpy? It's supposed to be in a liquid state by now, the recipe book had said, so where had they gone so wrong-?

So caught up are they in their frustration towards the ruined chocolate, they almost don't notice when they feel a body pressing up against their back, arms winding around their waist, a chin resting on their shoulder. They only truly notice when Cedar begins to speak, murmuring into their ear.

"What's the matter, Ro-Ro?"

Rowan sighs, already feeling better wrapped in Cedar's embrace, with their warm breath on their neck. "I was trying to make a chocolate sauce thingy to go over that cake you made, but - " They gesture vaguely around the pot with their whisk. "Something seems to have gone wrong. It's gone all clumpy and... well, shite. Sorry, bun."

Cedar hums under his breath, stretching up on his tip-toes to get a proper look over Rowan's shoulder at the failed chocolate ganache. He covers Rowan's whisk hand with his own, giving the chocolate a few experimental stirs.

"It's seized," he says matter-of-factly. "You must've added the cream too late. You're supposed to do cream first, then chocolate."

"Oh," Rowan mumbles, face heating up. "Right. That makes sense. Sorry, I don't bake desserts much, aside from fruit tarts."

Cedar laughs quietly, giving Rowan a reassuring squeeze around the waist. "It's OK, sweetie. Everyone makes mistakes, it's not the end of the world. And there's an easy fix, anyway. You just gotta stir in a little bit of hot water, bit by bit until the clumps are gone and it's smooth. Here, let me help you. Hey, since we're boiling the water, would you like some tea?"

Cedar's right, of course. Once the kettle is boiled, it takes just a few tablespoons of hot water mixed into the chocolate until it has the consistency it should. Rowan breathes a sigh of relief, pulling the whisk through the ganache and giving it a twirl just to double check. A little bit of chocolate comes off the whisk with a splatter, but he hardly cares at this point. "Thank the gods, it looks fine now. Thanks, Cedar. I dunno what I'd have done without you."

Cedar smiles, wrapping an arm around Rowan again and resting their cheek on his shoulder. "Don't mention it, Ro-Ro. You did great." They giggle softly as Rowan affectionately runs his free hand through their fluffy curls, slightly tweaking the ribbon atop their head. They look up at him, intent on returning the favour, but their gaze falls on his cheek, instead. "Oh, you've got something on your face."

"Huh?" Rowan lets the whisk fall back into the bowl, reaching up to touch their face. "Where?"

Cedar giggles, an idea crossing their mind. "Here, I'll get it."

But instead of reaching their own hand up and wiping with their thumb, they tilt their head up and press a kiss with just a hint of tongue to Rowan's cheek. The already-warm, freckled skin almost immediately floods with heat under Cedar's touch, and they laugh into the kiss before pulling back.

Rowan looks down at him, face flushing an even deeper shade of pink when Cedar coyly licks the chocolate they'd kissed away from Rowan's skin off their lips. "Got it," they say cheekily. "And it tastes great, Ro-Ro. But I'm not sure if that's the chocolate, or just you."

Rowan huffs out a flustered sigh, pulling Cedar close and kissing their forehead. "For fuck's sake," they mutter. "You're so cute."

Cedar laughs, throwing both arms around Rowan's shoulder and pulling him even closer, the chocolate in the pot forgotten about for the time being.