So happy to finally show off my final piece for the Tome of Pacts zine I feature in.
This is Hagne, the Herald of Rot, and faithful servant to her Patron, Cicardia. Her look was inspired by several things -- death masks, pomegranates, worn bronze, flies and centipedes. The butterflies she carries feed on death and decay. Hagne herself felt the cold embrace of the grave, but was blessed to find herself given another chance. She will not fail.
I am so honored to have been a part of this project, and this is one of my favorite pieces to date. I hope you guys enjoy it as well. :)
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Can we have a drabble of fem mc and baby hagne spending time together? Since they are Hagne fav sibling
Here you go!
Sorry, it's very short!
"It's time!" The shrill and excited sound of Hagne's voice comes accompanied by the noise of something being dragged across the carpet.
The MC lifts her eyes from the page of her book to see her younger sister pulling a small wooden chest across the floor as she bursts into the room.
A chest full of hair utensils.
A slow smile spreads across the hybrid’s face.
"Ah, of course. How could I forget, huh?" The MC sets the book aside and picks up Hagne in her arms, adjusting the little sister on her lap. "Alright, what shall we do today, princess?"
Hagne turns a little and stares at her sister with her bright green eyes, still somewhat sleepy.
"Like yours," she points to the MC’s hair, who laughs and shakes her head.
"Like mine? But I haven’t done my hair yet, Hagne. It’s just tied up," she explains, pointing to the silk ribbon holding the strands in a crooked pile on top of her head.
A little pout begins to form on the small elf’s lips.
"Like yours," she repeats in a whiny tone, her eyes deceptively glossy.
"Alright." The MC sighs. "But if mommy says anything, you’re the one who has to explain, okay?"
"Okay," she agrees immediately, although she definitely won’t do her part.
As she gently brushes Hagne’s curls, the MC can’t help but think about how this had become a habit between them: Every morning, Hagne escapes from her nannies, dragging the chest with her ribbons, brushes, and hairpins just to ask her older sister to fix them.
No one else is allowed to touch her curls. Not even the Queen.
What started as a mischief has now become part of their daily routine.
Hagne talks about random things, laughs, and even tries to comb her older sister’s hair as a way to "return" the care from the MC, and as chaotic as it sometimes becomes…
The hybrid wouldn’t trade these moments for anything in the world.
Sorry for the delay! It's short and... definitely not my best work!
It was past bedtime, and in the highest room on the east side of the castle, two elves were disputing a specific spot on the large canopy bed in the middle of the room.
"I’m sleeping here!" Briallen shouted, pointing impetuously at the center of the bed.
"No, me!" Hagne shouted back, also pointing at the same spot.
"I got here first!"
"No, I saw it first! I saw it! I saw it!"
"Eh, should I remind you two that this is my bed and I’m the one who sleeps here?" the MC interrupted before the shouting could wake even the elves in the forest.
The two turned at the same time to the older sister.
"MC, please," Briallen begged, putting her hands together in front of her body. "Let me sleep here! I’ve always wanted to!"
"No, me!" Hagne shouted louder, stamping her foot on the floor for emphasis.
The MC just shook her head.
"Alright, alright. You know the rules," she said, approaching the bed and beginning to arrange the pillows. "On girls’ night, there are no fights and no disputes, okay?"
Briallen hesitated and then rolled her eyes.
"Okay."
Hagne pouted, but when she saw she wouldn’t be chosen, she nodded.
"Very well! There’s room for the three of us."
The sisters climbed onto the bed and got comfortable, with the MC in the middle and Briallen and Hagne on each end.
"Great! Now we’ll read a book, eat the cookies, and then have a long and peaceful night of sleep, alright?"
"Alright!" The younger elves agreed in unison.
The next half hour passed to the sounds of cookies being chewed, pages of books being turned, and occasional comments about the story, followed by yawns of tiredness and sleep.
"And… the end. That was a good story, wasn’t it?" the MC asked in a soft, low tone to match the mood of the room.
"I liked that they didn’t kill the dragon," Briallen yawned loudly, resting her head on the MC’s shoulder. "I always root for them. They’re nice."
The MC chuckled softly.
"I like those endings where there’s reconciliation too. And you, Hagne? What did you like?"
Hagne furrowed her brow in concentration, seeming to think carefully.
"I like here!" she finally said, snuggling closer to her sister. "I like… I like the bed, I like Br’allen, and I like you."
"Me too!" Briallen agreed. "And I like it when it’s just the girls. Just the three of us."
"The three of us… yes, that’s my favorite part," the MC agreed, then pulled her sisters a little closer. "We’ll always have this. Don’t worry."
And some more yawns later… the three of them were asleep, ending another night where only the girls participated.
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