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The Witching Hour: A Celebration of Hallowe'en (TWW October Drabble Challenge 2019)

Summary:

Drabbles from tumblr prompts!
Challenge rules

Notes:

1st October: Mushroom picking (hackle)
2nd October: I'm not putting that on (hicsqueak)
3rd October: Snowed in (hackle)
4th October: I'll comb the leaves from your hair later (hicsqueak)
5th October: But can they do this? (hubblestar)
6th October: It's been a long time since I've felt this alive (hicsqueak)
7th October: Nothing could be too sweet for you (hackle)
8th October: Reveille reveal (hicsqueak)
9th October: Your name felt like a vow (hackle)
10th October: In her top hat (hicsqueak)
11th October: Wear your hair down (hackle)
12th October: Trolling Constance (Amelia Cackle)
13th October: I'll turn them all into trolls (Constance Hardbroom)
14th October: That's not a toy (Morgana Hardbroom)
15th October: Prom with Miss Pentangle (hicsqueak)
16th October: I'll remember you this way (hackle)
17th October: In my cast iron cauldron?! (hicsqueak)
18th October: Spooked (Pendle Cackle)
19th October: Only the most educational gingerbread (hackle)
20th October: Just kiss (Mildred & hicsqueak)
21st October: The Star of My Sky (starbroom)
22nd October: An unfortunate snag (Pendle Cackle & Morgana Hardbroom)
23rd October: Only you (hackle)
24th October: All I can give (Hecate Hardbroom)
25th October: She wasn't always this graceful (Hecate Hardbroom & Morgana Hardbroom)
26th October: Cold hands (hicsqueak)
27th October: Pinkity Drinkity (hicsqueak)
28th October: At the pumpkin patch (mumbroom)
29th October: Tongue-tied (hicsqueak)
30th October: Vulnerability (Hecate Hardbroom)
31st October: Samhain Night (hackle)

Chapter 1: 1st October: Mushroom picking

Summary:

Anonymous asked: Vignettes or drabbles of each favorite characters' most appreciated part of autumn/Hallowse'en, and whomever they notice for the season: whom do they fancy as the leaves fall down & what of the season turns their frowns upside-down?

Chapter Text

A little ahead, the tall, dark figure stooped to examine a clump of mushrooms. A fresh breeze swept through the trees; Ada sighed happily as a shower of red and gold leaves, buffeted by invisible forces, caressed the air around her wife.

Hecate picked a few of the mushrooms and placed them into the basket hooked over her arm. The crunching leaves betrayed Ada’s arrival, and Hecate’s expression melted from a look of concentration into a glowing smile.

“I do love you like this,” said Ada.

“Like what?”

Ada tucked a stray piece of hair behind Hecate’s ear. “Just this.”