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oooohhhmg so i was gonna Properly Think about this, and then i rmrd that post about the live drawing model who feel asleep in the middle of a session and faceplanted.

and now i’m just thinking about (probs human!au, or magic!illustrator au) Hecate taking a drawing class bc she wants to expand her skills (she is highly skilled at flora and fauna but her human studies are lacking) and Pippa is the model.

obvi there’s a moment of flirt before the class starts - they’re getting tea before they settle into the evening, when Hecate thinks Pippa is another artist and then finds out she runs the classes too. 

Then she realises the cute blonde not only runs that evening’s class but is also the model she’s like ‘oh no’ and then gets on w life bc she’s got lighting and shade to consider instead of her own embarrassment.

and then 2/3rds of the way thru the evening when it’s all warm and cosy and Pippa - who’s been having a rough time lately, she’s in the middle of a lot of major projects w deadlines and she’s been skimping on snoozes (it’s why she’s modeling in the first place, she straight up forgot to organise anyone else) - drifts off. 

Then slips off the chair she’s sat on. And deadarse floops to the floor.

Everyone moves to help her, and then pauses when they realise they shouldn’t be touching a sleeping naked lady, and awkwardly stare at everyone else in the room for someone to take charge. 

Hecate blinks, huffs out a heavy breath, and strips off her shawl; strides forward and out of the crowd to crouch down beside the gently stirring woman on the floor. 

The black wool settles over the blonde’s shoulders, covering most of her pale skin as she sits up, and stares up, bleary-eyed. Her hair falls to ringlet around her face. 

‘Are you alright?’ Hecate asks, hands still unsure what to do, now that the model is mostly awake again. 

‘Ummm,’ she stalls, clutching the shawl to her chest and trying to take in her surroundings. ‘Yes,’ she says after a span, holding out a hand to let Hecate help her to her feet. She winces. ‘Bit bruised, but I’m fine.’

Hecate smiles, satisfied enough for now. Pippa smiles back, then looks around the rest of the room. ‘Sorry everyone, must have dozed off,’ she says with a deprecating laugh, and the tension in the room ebbs away. ‘Won’t happen again, promise.’

The rest of the room take their seats again, settle back into being ready to keep creating; Hecate hangs back, stays where she is, waits a moment longer with Pippa standing in front of her.

She wants to make sure she’s okay.

Then strong hands reach out to grip her biceps, softly, she presses a kiss to Hecate’s cheek, holds her lips there a few beats too long. 

‘Thank you,’ she says, heavy with gratitude, for Hecate’s ears only.

Hecate can’t help shivering. Nods, a jerky, clumsy movement, as she extricated herself from Pippa’s embrace. ‘You’re welcome,’ she manages, before scurrying away, back to the safety of her seat, the palm of Pippa’s hands still burning on her skin.

It’s not till she picks up her charcoal, ready to recommence, that she realises her black shawl is still draped over those slim shoulders, when it seems to sit so perfectly below golden curls.

Ada Cackle : Ada give her a lemon Candy with hot sause. She almost cry, but she doesn’t. And she can’t angry with Ada.

Dimity Drill : Drill hit her with pudding. The pain pierced her tears, but she doesn't cry. Drill is dead.

Miss Gullet : Gullet pour abuse on her. Gullet turn into a frog at a single stroke.

Marigold Mald : Mald try to retrieve her sad memoried through art phychoteraphy. But she refuse because she does not believe in superstitions such as art psychotherapy.

Gwen Bat : Bat chanting to make her cry.

But she fall a sleep.

The Winner is...Pippa Pentangle!!!

Pippa propose to her.

(Hugged and left)

Hecate : Wait! Don’t go!

Pippa : What did you say? Don't go?

Hecate : (run away)Go. Keep going.

Dimity : I don't want to admit it, but I think so.

Pippa : WTP! Hecate is mine! Did you say she’s pretty?

Dimity : No... come to think of it not.

Pippa : whaaaaat? Hecate is not pretty? She is making the world beautiful by being alone!