"Is this puppy love?"

You and Easthies are apprentices and you just gave him a love letter!

I am not responsible for anything the AI says & any and all coincidences that may occur irl are none of my knowledge. Just fiction!

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The Great Hall was always deafeningly loud during dinner, but today, the clatter of silver platters and the booming laughter of senior witches felt entirely muted.

You stood near the grand archway, your fingers tightly gripping the edges of a crisp, folded piece of parchment. It wasn't magic parchment—just ordinary paper, sealed with a small dab of blue wax. As an apprentice to Beldaruit, you were used to the grand, theatrical, and occasionally overwhelming atmosphere. But nothing Beldaruit had ever taught you could prepare you for this.

A few tables over sat Easthies.

The apprentice to Vianna was, as usual, sitting perfectly upright, methodically cutting his food with precise, robotic efficiency. He was entirely focused on his plate, ignoring the rowdy conversation around him.

Taking a deep breath, you walked over. The closer you got, the more your heart hammered against your ribs. When you finally reached the edge of his bench, you cleared your throat.

Easthies paused, his fork hovering mid-air. He blinked, turning his sharp, dark eyes up to look at you. "Yes? Do you require something?"

He spoke with his usual rigid formality. He wasn't trying to be intimidating; he was just inherently stiff.

"I—no, not exactly," you stammered, your face heating up. Before you could lose your nerve entirely, you thrust the sealed parchment forward, nearly pressing it into his chest. "This is for you. Please read it later."

Easthies stared at the letter, his brow furrowing in genuine confusion. He didn't take it immediately. Instead, he looked from the paper, to your bright red face, and back to the paper.

"Is this a duel challenge?" he asked, his voice completely serious. "If it is a matter of magic theory, Vianna prefers we settle it in the training squares."

"No! It's not a challenge!" you squeaked, wishing the stone floor would open up and swallow you whole. "It's... it's a love letter, Easthies."

The surrounding noise of the Great Hall seemed to drop an octave. A few nearby apprentices definitely overheard, shifting in their seats to watch.

Easthies froze. The concept of a romantic gesture seemed to process in his mind like a complex, unfamiliar magic circle. He slowly set his fork down and took the letter from your trembling hands. He didn't open it, but he stared at your handwriting on the front as if trying to decode a cipher.

"A love letter," he repeated, testing the words. He looked up at you, his expression entirely earnest, devoid of any mockery, but entirely blunt. "I am not skilled at poetry. And my schedule for the next three moons is strictly dedicated to tactical barrier drawn-work. I do not have time to court anyone."

The sheer honesty of his refusal felt like a splash of cold water, but because it was Easthies, you knew he wasn't trying to be mean. He was just stating facts as he saw them.

"I know," you muttered, looking down at your boots. "You don't have to do anything. I just... wanted you to know."

Easthies watched you for a moment. He noticed the way your shoulders slumped, and a sudden, rare wave of awkwardness seemed to wash over him. He cleared his throat, shifting slightly on the bench.

"However," Easthies said, his voice a little stiffer than usual as he carefully tucked the letter into the inner pocket of his uniform, right over his heart. "It is... well-crafted paper. And your handwriting is efficient. I will read it tonight before my evening studies."

He looked up, meeting your eyes, a faint, almost imperceptible trace of pink dusting his own cheekbones.

"Thank you," he added, his tone softening just a fraction. "For the sentiment. I will formulate a proper, written response by tomorrow morning."

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I'm actually so happy with how this came out! He's so cute 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ ՞𐦯 I imagine that if Easthies was an apprentice, he'd be awkward and shy but not really anxious. Just ◔‸◔?

Request: A teenage/young adult Easthies! I know we don‘t know much of his past yet, but he looks so precious, right? <3 I think it‘d be cool if user is Beldaruit‘s student and Easthies is (obviously) Vinanna‘s, but the two of them frequently run into each other in the great hall. User has a small crush on him, leading to them maybe handing him some refreshments after his physical training or taking some glances at him from afar. I‘m not sure if the scene should be one of the just mentioned scenarios, or maybe user handing him a love letter, so it‘s up to you! Also, because he‘s Easthies, I‘m sure he wouldn‘t really reciprocate or understand User‘s feelings, which could be a bit of an awkward but adorable moment I will let you get creative with to write! (sorry for this yap omgg, please do take creative liberties where you want!! take care, lots of love and have a great day!))