“You're not where I thought you'd be But you'll always be a part of me” (from idina menzel’s last time)
Pippa chases her across the world. After graduation–after the fights, the lingering silences, the distance between them growing steadily further and further–she boards her broom, tosses her hair over her shoulder and travels the world.
In Canada she follows a man with Hecate’s dark eyes onto the dance floor. She lets him put his hands on her, keeps waiting for the same rush of butterflies she always felt when Hecate brushed the hair from her face or hugged her when homesickness became too much. The butterflies never came, though, and she left those eyes behind.
In Brazil, she takes a woman to bed who has Hecate’s sharpness. Sharp cheek bones, sharp wit, sharp tongue. It’s sharp, sharp, sharp and even the way she kisses feels like a bite. But there’s nothing soothing afterwards, no gentle smile or drag of fingertips. It’s not quite Hecate and she disappears in the morning and the search continues.
When she finally makes it back to Europe, she chases elements of Hecate in various people–a woman with dark brows and heavily lined eyes, a man who bit his lip in the exact same way she did. But it’s never right, it’s never the same.
She travels the world looking for the parts of her that she’s carried in her heart for so long and when her life leads her right back to Cackle’s Academy, right back into the arms of Hecate–the real Hecate–she knows she’ll never find anyone good enough.
Because Hecate is there in exactly the way she remembers and when they stand close and their fingers brush, butterflies erupt in her stomach; when she peers into those dark eyes of hers, she has to steady herself before she falls forward and presses a kiss to her eyelids; when Hecate pulls her into that abandoned dorm room and the gap that was once between them slowly closes, she watches as Hecate bites her lip in hesitation exactly as she remembers.
It’s then that Pippa decides she won’t content herself carrying bits of memory around in her heart, not when the real thing is right in front of her.
So in a moment of absolute bravery, she surges forward, swallows the surprised eep of Hecate’s and covers her mouth, nipping at the soft flesh of Hecate’s bottom lip before laving the bite with the broadside of her tongue.
Hecate’s hands flutter for a moment before settling on her hips, pulling her closer, slow and shy and steady. For a moment, they are simply pressed lip to toe, and Pippa feels something slide and click into place.
The thing she has been chasing, the thing she has been waiting for, is here in her arms.
She pulls away, breathless, and grins at the dark blush across Hecate’s cheeks, her fingertips tracing the same sharp cheekbones she once chased in Brazil.
“There you are,” she whispers. And Hecate’s brow furrows, has no idea what her Pipsqueak means, but grins anyway. Pippa nuzzles her nose against Hecate’s and kisses her again.
(Fluff anon) I saw my name and came back! :3 Did you miss me? ^^ Imagine, Dark and Wil at a party, both of them standing by the corner, talking, Wil laughing at Dark's dry humor, and enjoying the relaxed atmosphere. Then the DJ called out, "and this last song is dedicated to all those lovers out there!" And it's a slow song, not any old slow song, but their song. (Part 1)
(Part 2) Wilford softly smiled at Dark, offering his hand, a silent question if he would like to dance? There’s already a few couples swaying to the music. Dark nodded, taking Wil’s hand. And they glide into the dance floor. They didn’t just sway, no. They full on ballroom danced. Their movement so in sync, and looks like they’re floating, and actually they are! Wilford’s aura had gently cocooned them lifting them up, as they danced in air. Everyone is staring in awe.
FLUFF ANON!!! I DID MISS YOU! <3
AAAAAAA THIS IS SO SWEET AND ROMANTIC?? I CAN’T STOP SMILING and wilford lifting them up into the air omg!!! i love this!! if you ever write fanfic u should show me because it would be SO GOOD
Dark is a master dancer, he knows everything from ballroom dancing to Irish jigs. Wilford, on the other hand, dances like a drunk teenager, despite Dark's attempt to teach him. Or, alternatively, both got mad skills and the mere idea of even trying to dance in their presence is embarrassing ~Dusty
OOOH YES I LOVE THIS 👍 and tbh i could see both of them. but i also just really love the idea of dark and wil as that Power Couple who champions the dance floor and no one can beat
Why even search out transpeople to be a dick? Is your life really that boring? Go do something productive with all that free time yo
bitch you’re a 24 year old e-beggar that looks like he lives in hot topic and probably still listens to blood on the dance floor. that hideous tangled nest on your head that you call hair and that messy eyeliner won’t make u look female just bc of all the emo scene girls in 2011 lmao you fuckin freak you’re 7 years late