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[mildred-hubble-bubble]

💗

Send 💗 to kiss my muse tenderly without explanation 

Mildred gasped at unexpected contact, her lips parting with her quick inhalation and further brushing their lips. Her eyes closed automatically until the warmth and pressure disappeared; her lids lingered over her eyes, half convinced she’d been dreaming. As she opened them again she trailed fingertips over her tingling lips, smiling in some mix of delight and disbelief. Mildred’s cheeks flushed pink.

‘What was that for? Not to wake me from spelled slumber–a dare?’

[mildred-hubble-bubble]

Does HB scare you?

Of course she does: I have sense. But I think that’s not the word for it any more, though it was when I was a student. I think the word would be…thrill? Yes, thrill. That feeling–the knowledge–that something can be so terrifically frightening, downright scary, but woven with the trust that it won’t harm you for whatever reason. For a tiger in a zoo it might be a cage; for a storm it might be the shelter of four walls.

For HB? I’m not sure, could be fondness. She’s one of the most frightening forces on the planet; it would be daft not to be a little scared of her. I’d be more scared to lose out on her, though, the way others do when they let their fear guide them away from her. She’s worth overcoming the fear.

[mildred-hubble-bubble]

Here's a macaron for you. Mrs. Cosie wishes you a lovely day!

Please tell Mrs Cosie I’m so terribly sorry for the delay, and that her macaron–as always–was delicious!

[Send me a sweet meme] –> [Ask box!]

Macaron - What is your favorite dessert?

Oh dear, I’m tempted to say ‘anything sweet’ but I think that’s not true anymore! I do love skilled baked goods, all the textures and tastes and little flourishes. These days I’ve perhaps gone a little mad myself however: I really love a good fruit salad with ripe fruit, some cream or condensed milk when my sweet-tooth is as its worst.

I do admit a certain weakness for macarons themselves.

Cheers for the ask! ♥

Sweet-tooth activated…

[mildred-hubble-bubble]

Onward, every striving onward, There on endless legs she stands: Straight and true above the treetops, Catching eyes whene'er she lands…

The True Cackle’s Academy Song (about a teacher you’ll never guess)