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blackbeeno3569 · 4 months

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That One Late Summer Evening

Very mild warning for intimacy, I guess. A scene fitting just after the epilogue of The Apiarist. Mostly because it's nice to write them in the calm waters where there's no specific drama at the moment. For a little while. The drama will come eventually.

Someone embraced him from behind and he didn’t need to guess twice. “Good to have you back, my dear,” he smiled and turned around to kiss her. Those few months away from her felt surprisingly long.

‘So. Where were we?,” she asked softly.

'I know exactly where,' he murmured to her ear, letting his fingers get lost in her hair.

She smiled: 'You've missed me.'

“More than you can imagine."

'Then let's go home finally,' she whispered.

Shadows are a convenient shortcut to anywhere. But even that journey seemed long to them today, as they couldn’t wait to be there, hidden from anyone's sight... Together.

She leaned to him: 'My room.'

He simply nodded, letting the shadows dissolve.

And then, for a moment, they both felt a bit out of place. They did cross this threshold before, yes, but the circumstances were very specific. They didn't plan it. And also since then... A lot of things had happened. A lot of things were... said. And some others weren't, yet.

But on the other hand... It had been half a year.

His fingers traced the contour of her cheek, her neck and travelled further, an open invitation that made her breath shiver. She lifted up her gaze, a bit of unusual shyness in her eyes. What she said back then, she meant it. And all that he said and done before - that was a confession of its own. But it only meant things were somewhat new between them, now. Different. Different than before.

But the intricate paths his fingertips left on her felt still the same, warm and thrilling.

As she hid her hands under his cloak, as he could feel her touch gliding on his skin, a thought he was evading for the last few weeks surfaced with undeniable urgency: everything will change forever from now on. He had never felt this way in his long life, never needed that. Never - until now. If he tried to halt this change it would be as futile as trying to detain the ocean tide. It was way easier not to resist.

They shed their doubts and uncertainties along with their garments. The complexities of their existence got simplified and that was a relief. Nor embodiments of forces nor duties nor powers - they were let to be just them. At least for this moment. Letting their bodies to remember the way to find joy they found the feeling that finally they belong - not only somewhere, but to someone, too. And that, in the very end of things, was a good thing.

...

Holding each other under the blankets, their hearts were slowly calming down. Hazel cuddled against his chest, only now feeling completely content and protected from the world.

Pitch's touch a gentle caress on her bare skin, he was watching her with something tender hidden in his gaze.

"I'm clearly the villain of the tales by right," he whispered, smiling, "because I can't shed the thought that you are mine."

She met his eyes: "Your what?" she murmured, an amused tone in her voice.

Pitch kept thinking for a moment, the most fitting word coming to his mind being just an echo of the possible future, uncertain and unripe. "I'm not entirely sure. It's probably the less important part," he mused.

Hazel chuckled and replied: 'That way of thinking is villainous for sure. But you'll have to pay the price."

"What will it cost me then?"

"Your soul, Pitch," she whispered ominously, " if I'm yours then you are mine."

He ran his hand through her hair and then said: "That’s a reasonable deal."

They were home.

#hello to those few who might read it #the apiarist #pitch black

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blackbeeno3569 · 4 years

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I have had this scene in mind since the very beginning of the story. Over the time I thought it won’t fit in anywhere... But there it is!

Of course it’s there to illustrate that Pitch and Hazel, though living in the suffocating field of trauma and loss, tried their best not to lose hope or way to each other. Simply they both kept fighting...

...or I’m unable to say no to more fluff XD.

THE APIARIST, page 100

Rise of the Guardians fancomic

The Prologue

Chapter 1: I Wept The Day We Met

Chapter 2: The Stories To Be Heard (part A)

Chapter 2: The Stories To Be Heard (part B)

Chapter 3: Memories From The Shadows (part A)

Chapter 3: Memories From The Shadows (part B)

Chapter 4: The Teatime

Chapter 5: Something Wicked

Chapter 6: Blood Under The Oaks

Chapter 7: Yadwiga

Chapter 8: The Extent Of Things We Are (part A)

Chapter 8: The Extent Of Things We Are (part B)

Chapter 9: The Stream

Extra side story: The Midsummer Dance

#Pitch Black #ROTG #rotg oc #rise of the guardians #dreamworks #the apiarist #dance

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blackbeeno3569 · 5 years

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Summer Break Contest (The Misdsummer Dance)

Quite probably I won’t be able to submit new pages of The Apiarist at least till 14th July. But then instead: I invite you to join a contest to give Pitch and Hazel a little bit of a summer break they both deserve. Be it pictures or stories, that’s up to you. Anything from now till 14th July. The winner will be the one with the biggest number of notes and all of the works will be acknowledged.

As for the prize: I’ll kindly ask the winner their address and send a surprise package via snail mail with love from the heart of Bohemia. (The Midsummer Dance itself: it’s said in Slavic folklore, that on summer solstice night, St.John Baptist’s night, there are treasures to be found and the charmed golden fern blossoms with blooms of extraordinary magical powers. But who would go and try to find these things could be lured astray by the lights in the dark. The lights are said to be the souls of dead children , who were never baptized and so they stayed kind of in the pagan world of ghosts and spirits. They lure the travelers to the swamps or sometimes they are lights of fairies or water nymphs (rusalka) who can dance with the poor rover till he falls down dead… Either way, Midsummer forrest is a dangerous place. But the magical creatures dance that night.)

I'D KINDLY ASK YOU TO REBLOG (IF YOU CAN)

#rotg #pitch black #contest #rise of the guardians #the apiarist comics

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blackbeeno3569 · 5 years

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Summer Contest of The Apiarist comics - update

The final entries should be submitted till 14th July. The final counting of faves (dA) and notes (here) will happen on 20th July.

Theme: to give Pitch and Hazel a little bit of a summer break they both deserve

Prizes: a surprise package via snail mail with love from the heart of Bohemia.

Entries on DeviantArt:

IcyFlames296 and her tranquil atmosphere

cometgazer379 and Shadowy Winter

and CatWoman-cali-onyx and Two Sides

On Tumblr:

return-of-the-guardians and this double post

https://return-of-the-guardians.tumblr.com/post/186042621503/got-a-new-drawing-tablet-for-my-early-birthday

#contest #the apiarist #rotg #rise of the guardians #Pitch Black

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