#hathe the apprentice

[victorscribbles]

Another bean for the Ball !!

A big thankyou to @leatherandsaltybitters for letting me use her beautiful apprentice Hathe and giving me feedback on the design!

I really love making these charms, might redo the summer one for Agrippa again ! 🤔

[traviq]

Everyone knows Marcus falls in love very easily. So when he decides to indulge @leatherandsaltybitters 's Hathe in her curiousity of his life-making magic, he falls hard. She made a light bear!

This was number 16. for the Apprentice Interaction Ask Prompt!

[the-melting-world]

✨Custom Fic Giveaway Part 1✨

Summer Skies

*1st Winner of the Custom Fic Giveaway!*

Hathe belongs to @leatherandsaltybitters!

~ 550 words

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Hathe and Julian enjoyed the rooftop alone. The sky told a story with peachy vibrance and soft lavenders, all against the backdrop of an early arrival of stars. It looked like a visual orchestra quilted before their eyes.

Julian tutted away, taking thorough and healthy sips of his foamy blonde ale. He had his arm draped loosely around Hathe. Although she was silent, he carried on with thoughts of a recent theatrical performance on which he had mixed feelings.

Hathe was only half listening. She was too caught up in the overhead blanket of pastels. Despite its rare beauty, there was something about it that saddened her. And she had no idea why. 

Really, there was no reason for her to be sad. She and Julian were comforted by breezy cushions on a set of light, woven furniture. She had no idea how their owner kept them so pristine in the face of the elements day in and day out. 

She looked at the food. Flatbread with hummus, varying spreads of cheese, and yogurt. Grapes to quench their thirst and whipped salmon roe balanced with salt and lemon. Everything was perfect. Yet each time she looked skyward, she felt this deep aching in her chest like she was missing something so necessary to her existence. 

This ethereal summer sky, something was wrong with it. For whatever reason, it was intent on robbing her of this moment with Julian.

“Where are you?”

Julian’s question struck Hathe so suddenly that she shivered. 

“Pardon?”

Julian was no longer prattling away at the sky. Now he looked at Hathe head on, studying her facial expressions with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

Moving a stray hair out of the way, he said, “I asked you where you are. I want to know.” There was something in his smile that was delicate, careful. “So I can go there and be with you.”

His words struck her, in more ways than one, but Hathe played it off by rolling her eyes and nudging him with her shoulder.

“Jules, come on. Stop being so melodramatic.”

He arched a dark brow and took a sip of his ale. “Darling, I’m not the one lost in the sky right now.”

Hathe clicked her tongue and decided to let him in… but only a little.

“I don’t know where I am, Ilya.” She glanced up at the stars and the pastels. It still hurt to look at that. “…. But I know where I want to be.”

Julian put down his beer and shifted somewhat so he could face her fully. 

“Wherever it is, I’ll follow. I won’t let you go alone, Hathe.”

She chuckled and leaned in against the underside of his jaw, where she sighed and nuzzled her head.

“It’s right here with you, Jules.”

Julian’s stiff uncertain posture relaxed at the realization. He comforted her with a hand in her hair.

“Right, right. Of course.” Then he hummed a lullaby version of an otherwise raucous barsong. His lips found the top of her head where the vibrations in his tune could be felt more vividly.

When he was done, he helped Hathe sit upright and said with so much sincerity, it hurt, “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be either.”