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Or course you can, my friend, but I am here to help should you need it.

[ Soothe soothe, there there, gently ushers him to the door. ]

Hmmpth.

[he's already forgot why he was arguing. So leaning on fluffy sheep friend and wow... wow he really IS fluffy like a sugar sheep. Patpat]

[ The lean makes him smile... and the pat makes him laugh. It also makes his tail wiggle energetically in glee. ]

Oh, Dark Cacao Cookie, you dearly need sleep, I believe.

I do not. I am... completely ready... at any time.

[ He will keep them moving along as they talk, an arm around his bigger friend to keep him steady. And remind himself to thank Mizuki for the party and apologize for hauling the other out. ]

Oh, no one would deny your Resolution, my friend! There is no greater warrior! But the lack of sleep muddles the mind, does it not? It is no wonder a little bit of sweet has you so tired!

[ And whatever herb that was... ]

Hmm... perhaps...

[He hasn't slept well since that first night]

I find this body... uncomfortable. Sleep does not come easily.

[ Ah, that renders Pure Vanilla silent for a moment, and then he offers the other a slightly sad smile. He knows too well the burdens they both carry, the nightmares they both have. ]

Has it ever?

[he gives a sharp bark of laughter at that]

Not in... a long time.

[surprisingly... not honest, Cacao is always honest. But surprisingly open, for him]

[ That makes him give his friend a little hug with the arm around him, a soft squeeze. ]

Thus I am hoping that this, whatever is causing it, will aid you in having a restful nights sleep. It would do my heart good to see you at peace.

Hng. Don't trust it.

I promise I will be by your side as you rest, my friend. Nothing will harm you.

...

Very well.

[Said softly, and he just allows Vanilla to lead him the rest of the way with minimal grumbling]

[ That makes him smile and he quietly leads the other back to their house. The scent of baked goods greets them as he opens the door to gently usher the other inside. They're promptly greeted by the lily stoat that came with the place, as it bounces around their feet before taking off again.

There he pauses, as he considers their options. He knows Dark Cacao would argue over taking the bed, but to get a true nights sleep, the couch doesn't seem fitting. ]

[he watches the stoat with open fascination- of course he's seen it before now, but he is just absolutely taken by the small moving creature THIS time]

[ The way Dark Cacao looks at the plantimal gives him an idea. With a gentle touch he ushers the other to sit on the couch, then disappears into a side room.

When he comes back, he gently places a strawberry bunny into Dark Cacaos hands. ]

Say hello!

[Oh, what's this? oh, oh it's very soft and smells sweet.

Oh, oh no he's just gonna... bury his face in it...]

[ Oh no. He thought that might happen, but the sight is even cuter than he could have imagined.

For Dark Cacao's troubles, he gets tiny bunny licks. Tiny mlems. ]

Are you all right, my friend?

[ Not laughing, not laughing. He did just basically hand Dark Cacao a Baby, after all. ]

S'little...

[he mumbles, not looking up]

Oh yes, it is still just a baby after all.

[ He thinks... he recalls Dark Cacao's talk with Joshua about babies from fruits. Perhaps plantimals are the same? ]

[He lifts his face finally, cradling the bunny against his chest, careful to not squish]

Where did it come from? The woods?

[Yeah he's thinking the same thing]

When I bought my pots and pans from Ydalir, there were a bunch of these little ones handling some of the transactions. I found this one inside my pot when I brought it home.

[ The strawbaby begins to clean it's paws and then it's face as it sits there just being snuggled. At peace. In it's lane. Thriving.

Pure Vanilla believes this is the second cutest thing he has ever seen from Dark Cacao in ever. ]

[Frown. Brow furrow]

...infants should not be working stalls.

... I am not entirely sure they are infants.

[ Yet his tone is thoughtful in that way that says he doesn't know enough about this particular subject. It most certainly looks like a baby, after all. Tiny. Not helpless, per say, but innocent. Even if it told him to shut the lid, it was sleeping. ]

Human reproduction is confusing.

[hrmpth. look it's covered in 'hair', it's clearly the same]

Truly. I do not understand how it is so divorced from oneself. Is there no love in the process?

[ Ugh this scene is far too cute. Just what was in that brownie. Eventually the Strawbaby decides it's nap time and simply turns into a small loaf and closes its eyes.

PV's heart is doing some silly things. ]

[He makes an agreeable noise- it is so weird!!! but making words is getting difficult for his slowed down brain. So he watches the creature loaf up... and carefully adjusts himself for comfort so not to jostle it and kinda starts dozing there]

[ Quietly Pure Vanilla moves to procure a soft thick blanket, carefully setting it beside the man. But before he just burritos him and leaves him to bake, he will.... try to figure out a way to get him undressed enough to be comfortable, without disturbing him.

What... hm. How... like this?

Armor confuses him, he's never had to wear it, and while he's de-armored his friends before, that was ICING. This is... there's hooks and straps and. He manages to get a gauntlet off and looks so proud his tail wiggles in excitement. ]

Hrmmm...

[ He carefully moves the bunny to the crook of the now unarmored arm and start fumbling with the other one half asleep. Auto pilot]

[ That makes him smile and between Dark Cacao's sleepy autopilot and his own attempts, he finally gets the heavy armor off and off to the side. Then he wraps Dark Cacao up into the blanket, tucking it around him securely until he's a toasty bean.

Then gives in to the urge to lay a little kiss on his forehead. Platonic and friendly (for now).]

Sleep, my friend.

Hmmm... good night, Pure Vanilla.

[He whispers, not arguing for once with being dotted on]

[ Coming home with the items he purchased from Ydaliar - the food things going into the ice box for now - he stands and ponders the direction of Clotted Creams room, the basket of bathing items being sat down. He has not seen Clotted Cream for some time, and while he originally thought the other was off exploring - especially knowing how time works - but he's beginning to think otherwise. ]

Dark Cacao Cookie, are you here?

[ He separates one bath set from the other, frowning down at it. The other was to be gifted to Clotted Cream but... ]

I am.

[He walks out from the other side of the house- he was taking a break from being out and about. The village is small so it's not nearly as much work as he would like]

[ Don't worry, Dark Cacao might get more of a work out later, if Pure Vanilla's thoughts on Clotted Cream are right and he goes tromping into the forest. Until then, he smiles to his friend and lifts the bundle. ]

I know there is the bathing house, but the house does have it's own bathing room, so I figured it would be wise to get our own stock.

[ He sets the bundle into Dark Cacao's hands, tail wiggling a little. ]

And I will return to looking for medallions after a bit, so as to get us some extra pairs of clothing.

[ Gentlest "my friend, your armor needs to be hosed down" ever. ]

Hmm.

[he looks at the supplies, nodding. He doesn't take it as an insult]

These bodies are made to create smells it seems. That is wise.

[He's so sore....]

Edited 2024-04-01 05:33 (UTC)

Honestly!

[ Around Dark Cacao, Pure Vanilla can be more relaxed and mostly just... himself. So more playful banter and more just pure puzzlement at human bodies. ]

I am grateful we still seem to exude scent that is relatively based on what we are [ the richer scent of cacao, the fainter scent of vanilla ] but to sweat to remain cool! It's...

[ Can't bring himself to say disgusting - that's rude - but he gently sticks his tongue out a little, before smiling to Dark Cacao. ]

Refills are free at the General Store, should we run out.

[ And now mischief lights in Pure Vanilla's smile, his ears flicking lightly as his tail wiggles again. ]

And now, I say this with tenderness, my dear friend. But please go bath.

[He scowls, but there's no heat to it]

You understand why I am not exactly eager to sit in water, yes?

[He gathers up the items. He's gonna DO it, but he's gonna bitch]

[ That makes him laugh, and he gives his friends wrist a squeeze. ]

I promise, my friend, if the evil waters begins to overwhelm you, I will be here to save you.

[ Frankly the water here is even less offensive than back home, it doesn't sparkle after all. ]

Armor off before you trek it in there too. Under armor as well.

[ And he playfully turns his Staff away to give Dark Cacao privacy. ]

[he grumbles but does as asked: it's not like Vanilla hasn't seen his bare dough before when they traveled together- but never in this new awkward body. He's not body shy though. His dough and it's nicks are a badge of honor, after all]

If I drown or crumble they will know exactly who to blame.

I will take my inevitable lynching with thorough and proper shame, then.

[ He says it solemnly, but his tail just wont stop going in random little patterns, and his smile is bright as ever. With far more strength than his tiny body should allow, he takes those armor and under armor pieces - whew, Witches.... - and promptly marches outside with them. He's thieving them.

It won't be hard to understand why because while Dark Cacao bathes, Pure Vanilla is going to attack those articles of clothing with the shampoo left over that he borrowed from the bath house. Shampoo and water, and Minotaur strength to scrub the sin out of them.

Complete with determined aggressive little baa!'s ]

[Bless Vanilla, because they are pretty rank. The weather here is much warmer than the Ridge after all and his friend refuses to be idle ever.

Cacao makes sure to bathe for awhile since he knows his friend will just chase him back in if he isn't through]

[ They are horrible. It will take some time soaking, scrubbing, and rinsing each piece to get them smelling less like ground in bitter cacao, dirt, and that strange humanized scent of sweat... and more floral. Sorry, the bath house was very strong on the floral scents.

Eventually he moves everything back inside to set it up by the fireplace, lighting a fire to let the heat dry the under armor... then stripping his outer cape off to hang it up so it can dry as well, sitting himself near enough to let his robes dry out.

Because unlike Dark Cacao, he is quite body shy and can't strip them off to save his own life here. He's soggy from cleaning, and is doing his best not to get water back onto the armor as he dries it off too. ]

[Oh are we talking body image cuz man here comes Cacao in a towel, using another to try and dry his hair which is frizzing really badly. He misses icing!!!]

... you are quite the mess.

[Did you lose a fight with a hose, Vanilla???]

[ There's actually a three-take that happens here. The double-take at Dark Cacao in just the towel - and Pure Vanilla is trying very hard not to stare but his Staff is doing a very bad job at hiding it and Pure Vanilla finds skin is far easier at showing the rush of blood than dough is to jam cause he can feel his cheeks heat up - and then the third-take at the hair that is slowly becoming a rats nest. ]

Ah, I could say the same for yourself! Stop, my friend, you're killing it!

[ He makes an affronted noise and gets up to quickly disappear into his own bedroom, then come back with a comb. He gestures with a finger towards the couch. ]

Sit!

Hmm?

[Even Cacao can't NOT notice the reaction, but before he can ponder it he's being told to sit. Which he does.]

Perhaps I should cut it short.

[ You noticed nothing, Dark Cacao Cookie. And please forgive how Pure Vanilla may smell cause damp wool probably isn't the best, but he's at least cleaner than Cacao right now. So he will force him to turn to his side, so he can stand behind him enough to begin to gently comb his hair. Work those snarls out with a soft careful touch. ]

You absolutely will not do such a thing. There is... ah, a lot yes, but it is not too hard to take care of! It is not so easily grown back, either, unlike our icing which we can simply restyle longer if desired.

Hm. Inconvenient.

[he touches a lock]

Then perhaps putting it up again would be a good counter. I do not need to wear my crown constantly here...

.... I have not seen you in such a look in years.

[ The smile on his face is evident in his voice, as he gently combs Dark Cacao's hair, slowly defrizzling the damage the other had done. ]

I will admit, it was a good look on you, my friend. And I do not doubt it will be far easier to manage here.

[ Every little section that he manages to get back to smooth will get gently placed over Dark Cacao's shoulder. A brush might be used after but the comb is doing a good enough job. ]

It was the most practical back then. Though I have more of it now then I ever did when we were young.

[his lips quirk in a almost-smile, nostalgic]

By some bit. I could never understand the desire to have so much weight on ones head.

[ The crown was heavy enough, when he had it.

But... he will admit to himself that now that Cacaos hair is clean, and smelling fresh and sweet... it's almost silken to the touch. And it's rather nice to stand there and comb it out.]

[... and Cacao makes no move to stop him from playing with it]

I suppose I never thought much about it.

[Bullshit, he takes too much care of his long icing for it to be something he doesn't do on purpose. Looks like someone doesn't wanna admit to any vanity]

Mmhmm. Of course you never did.

[ Of course his best friend is going to rib him about it, while he's very carefully detangling the long strands. The smile is back in his voice, and he tugs on Dark Cacao's ears gently to show he's playing. ]

Hold for a moment.

[ Putting the comb down, he wanders off to find a hair tie which is a bit difficult but... if he knows this house and who lived in it previously... there, in the bedroom, in the cabinets.

When he comes back, he'll begin to carefully gather it up with both hands, tie held gently with his lips as he focuses. White Lily wore hers braided but loose, down. Cacao likes his higher... gonna use the comb to help tighten hair, man he wishes it was easier as icing. ]

[he doesn't move, but does tilt his head as Vanilla leaves, surprised when he comes back with a tie. Neither him or Clotted Cream have hair long enough hair for-

-ah. Yes, he did mention a version of Lily lived here too. He sits still as sugarstone while Pure Vanilla puts his hair up, eventually:]

White Lily Cookie... even with what happened between us all that day... I am glad a version of you and her were able to live peacefully for a time.

Edited 2024-04-01 20:42 (UTC)

[ Silence is first met with the comment about White Lily, though Pure Vanilla's hands don't still on the hair under them. It's not until he's finished gathering it up, and has it held where it wants it, does he sigh. Removing the tie from his mouth, glad he's behind Cacao so he can't see his expression. ]

I am glad as well... The two seemed quite happy, from the letters I have found. They were married here, in the Grove. Though this house was bare when I requested it, it is obvious there was love worn into the features.

[ Cacao will notice them as well. Places in the framing of doorways which have been worn smooth over time, subject to habits of the inhabitants and repeated grabs or touches. Cane marks worn into the flooring, one of them had a limp. Pure Vanilla tries not to look at them too often. Carefully he works Dark Cacao's hair into a ponytail, set high in his old style, then smiles when it remains properly, let it mask his previous expression. Ha! Bless hair for being style-able like icing. ]

If you look, you will find echoes of your past self as well, I am sure. I do not doubt you were a dear friend even then, and I highly doubt you would have been able to escape us from having you over often.

[ Or living with them. Frankly, knowing himself and knowing souls don't truly change (Dark Enchantress is... an anomaly due to the Ultimate Dough), he has no doubt they may have pulled their friend into love as well. ]

[he chuckles at that]

I am still not sure how to feel about this apparent history. I suppose as long as this other me maintained himself with honor... I will accept him.

It is... interesting. To see bits of yourself as you are now, but it is like looking through the windows of a building. Slightly warped, distorted, but still recognizably you. And I have no doubt you would still be a man of honor and conviction.

[ He sets the ponytail over Dark Cacao's shoulder for him, and is super glad his Staff is off to the side so he can't... look down. And embarrass himself. ]

Your under armor should be dry soon, if you put your armor on again I will kick you.

[ He's joking, though now that he's done taming the hair he'll grab the other bundle of bathing items, pondering them. ]

... Have you seen Clotted Cream Cookie lately?

Edited 2024-04-01 21:36 (UTC)

... I have not. Was he investigating outside of the village?

Yes... and I understand that time works strangely here, for him it might not feel like he's been gone long, but even so...

[ Even so, it's been a while. And there was no note when he left, if he went to investigate. He worries the items around in his hand, the eye on his Staff turning to look out a window, towards the forest.

The look on his face deepens, turns darker. ]

[His gaze follows Vanilla's staff's, and he more openly glares]

You wish to search for him.

I do. I do not like the idea the creature may have him.

[ He turns his attention back to Cacao. ]

I will not ask you to put yourself in danger to join me.

You do not have to.

[said with no hesitation]

[ His expression softens. The affection is strong and almost overwhelming. Of course. ]

Thank you. I know not what we will find, but I am glad to have you at my side again.

There is little that can stop us when we fight side by side.

[ Smiling, he reaches over to put a hand on Cacao's arm, then lean in and gently rest his forehead there as well. Just taking quiet strength from the other. Not the first time, won't be the last. But maybe the first time he's been so openly honest about it.

Then he wrinkles his nose gently. ]

You are right, my friend, but also truly kind to not comment on the smell of wet wool. Forgive me, before we plan anything, I fear I must properly bath.

[ He pats his arm and then takes his basket of goodies to skitter off towards the bathroom. Unlike a certain someone who just stripped right there, Pure Vanilla is incredibly shy. ]

[ it's been many dark years since he's seen his friend so blatantly seek out a moment of comfort and support. But before he can respond to that or the comment-

(He would have noted that a little wet sugar sheep wool was nothing to him compared to the reek of some of the cocoa goats he's wrangled. Would have asked if Vanilla ever hauled lambs over his shoulders like the paintings of shephards Cacao has seen in past. If this form made him nostalgic)

- but his friend skitters away before he can even ponder words. He reaches up and touches the spot his head rested, like a crack he can't help picking at. With a sigh he stands, making his way to his drying clothing. The pants are still damp, but not enough to stop him putting them on and heading to the window. He leans against the sill, staring out at the woods with a stony expression]

[ Pure Vanilla is done, at least, in record time. He's not one to luxuriate. Plus his robes need a good cleaning to, so he lets them soak after drying himself off and... shifts into a sheep. And will then clip clop his way back to the living room, a round honey and pine scented puff of wool.

He doesn't think Dark Cacao has seem him like that yet, so the Ram - eyes still closed ironically - may somehow manage to look a little nervous. Technically he's still naked but now everything is lost in the roundness of wool, and when he hunkers down beside the fire to let himself dry off better, nothing can be seen.

Do sheep blush? His face feels warm but thankfully nothing is given away. ]

Forgive this form, my friend, I must let my robes soak a bit to clean them, and I ... ah... the towel did not entirely cover right.

[ AKA his entire body. ]

[oh that sure is a sheep. His eyes widen slightly]

When you said this form gave you new abilities I will admit I did not expect this.

It's-

[ 'cute' ]

-charming.

[here he's gonna sit across from him in front of the fire so they can talk properly]

Edited 2024-04-06 19:31 (UTC)

[ Charming gets a tail wiggle in return, and an extra one when Dark Cacao settles himself down as well, about to protest the movement - he doesn't want Cacao uncomfortable! - but decides not to. He knows the other would deny it.

So, since looks don't work too well on sheep faces, he reaches out to gently touch the tip of his nose to Cacaos hand in affection.

It also helps him locate him because he left his staff in the bathroom]

It is quite handy, though it took me a moment to get used to walking like this

[and without really considering his actions Cacao starts petting him once his nose touches him]

Four legs. Not surprising.

[ Oh!

The pet startles him for a moment, his ears flicking up briefly, before slowly going back down in contentment.

Tail goes bbblbllblb. ]

Oh, that's rather nice. I believe I understand my sugar sheep a little more now!

[ now that he has approval he's gonna dig his fingers into the wool for deep scritches]

It is thicker than I imagined.

[ O-oh that's...

He will begin to go a little boneless, his head extending out to rest his chin on his friends knee.

Soon small content bleats follow. It draws the attention of the plantimals who are quick to take advantage of big sheep bed. ]

[And Cacao outright laughs at that]

Charming indeed. You look quite comfortable my friend.

[ He would huff at the laugh but he's too happy to bother. ]

It is... quite nice...

[ It's very difficult to form words when your being scritched into a coma, the strawbunny digging rapidly at the wool to mimic Cacao before loafing into it, the stoat curling up into a ball to nap. ]

[Seeing his friend bedded with the little creatures makes something shudder in his heart. A familiar feeling. Like a smaller less soul wreaking version of when he first held his son. His heart aches with affection and yearning. His scratches slow to a more lazy petting]

Ah... now we can not move. You'd been claimed.

[ If Pure Vanilla knew Cacao was having a Crisis, it would make his ears burn red. As it is, the words make him smile. ]

Whatever shall we do? Ah, I will have to move soon for my robes, I'm afraid.

[ Doesn't even twitch. ]

Mmhm.

[also not moving. In fact he leans back on one hand, still slightly petting with the other. Staring sleepily at the fire. Content]

[ There's a not so small part of Pure Vanilla who wishes he had been able to bring his Staff, so he could see the look on his friends face right now. He also wonders if he can blame being part animal in the desire to crawl forward to curl further into the other's lap.

Instead he lays there quietly, soaking up the warmth from the fire and the comfort his friend offers him in so many ways, enjoying the rather soothing touch of the petting. It coaxes him lightly into a gentle doze; not fully asleep, but the way his head gets heavier on Cacao's knee, it's obvious he's drifting.

The moment he dips too far down? He loses concentration on his form change and the next minute there's...... well. Pure Vanilla Cookie back to 'normal'. Enough wool covers everything naughty but there's a sudden amount of chaos as Pure Vanilla makes a loud bleating noise of startlement and surprise as the strawbunny slips off onto the floor and the stoat sleeps on cause screw you all. ]

[He had been perfectly content to let Vanilla nap- he knows his friend and his sleeping habits, and sharing a home makes it all the more obvious that he doesn't sleep enough-

(not that cacao is any better, he knows)

- only to also bark out a curse when Vanilla changes shape. Oops... guess it needed concentration to keep.

That suuure is a lot of dough he's getting an eyeful of, even if certain parts are hidden by the wool. Including the intricate designs he's only ever seen in passing glances. He quickly reaches over to grab his mostly dry by now cape and drapes it over his friend with... only slight hesitation, his face a little darkened but otherwise maintaining his cool]

Calm, it's just me and the beasts.

[ The noise that comes out of Pure Vanilla is ... pure embarrassment, but also a really low sheep noise that is actually sort of hilarious. Bleh noise more of a bah noise. When the cape drapes over him, he looks grateful and shifts the edges to cover himself more properly. ]

I know, forgive me. I think I was dreaming and to suddenly be not was- a-and to be-

[ Showing SO MUCH SKIN. He knows it's Cacao, he knows they're such close friends that the other probably knows him better in his habits than he knows himself, yet Pure Vanilla has always been shy. Half just because of body shyness and half because of what he's done to his body to get the amount of power he commands. There's a lot of forbidden symbols etched there, permanent reminders. He puffs his cheeks up and then sighs out a blow of air. Plus he's blind with his Staff in the other room so he's in a more vulnerable position that he normally is.

And to wake up with his head on Cacao's knee.... his brain gurgles. ]

Understandable. Take a moment to gather yourself- I will go gather your robes so they can dry.

[Ah. Cute]

Oh! Thank you, my friend.

[ He sounds relieved, and relaxes a lot. He pulls his cape the best he can over bits, ah!ing slightly. ]

May I ask you bring my Staff as well?

Mmhm.

[Off he goes, wringing the robes out properly and eyeing the Staff a bit before taking it up. He hands the Staff over right away before setting to work hanging the clothing up with his own]

[ The Staff is taken with a thankful smile. It's much nicer being able to see the area he's at. ]

Thank you.

[ And while still shy over it, he seems more comfortable now, petting the Strawbunny and Stoat as he watches his robes be laid out.

Doesn't mean he's not blushing. ]

My apologies for earlier.

Hm?

[Vanilla what are you even apologizing for? Nothing to be embarrassed over]

[ When you become so well versed in grunts and hums you can understand your friend via it... ]

It was a lot of fuss, and I disrupted a peaceful moment. And it is not like you have not seen me before.

Ah. Well, you have heard me wake in a start more than once during the war. Think nothing of it.

... and even so, I have never seen your markings in any clarity before.

Ah. They are...

[ His hubris. He hesitates for a moment, then sets his Staff down beside him to shyly hold his arms out towards Dark Cacao. The wool covers almost everything, of his arms only the upper arms are bare. ]

... reminders.

[He takes the offering with appropriate solemness, running thumbs on the marks. Scars, not tattoos like he assumed]

These are arcane in nature?

[he can suspect what Vanilla intends to remember, but it's not his place to make guesses like that]

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[ And Cacao would be on the jelly.

No, Pure Vanilla won't shudder to the touch, each line sensitive, but his ears do flick. ]

Indeed. Knowledge carved into my very dough. I shan't easily forget the paths I once dared to tread.

[ 'You and White Lily are exactly alike!'

He can hear Hollyberry's words as clear as the day she said them- and even outside the fight, with his emotions long since cooled, she wasn't wrong. The two mages always were similar. Seeking the unknowable so others would not have to be burdened.]

Power... always comes with regrets.

It does.

[ A small, sad smile. He knows Cacao knows that too well. ]

It is why I went on my Pilgrimage and sought the Truth. To find out what good this power is, that I have marked into my very being, if not to make an unfailing body for all Cookies.

[many cookies might have said it shouldn't be on Vanilla yo do such a thing. That his very dough shouldn't be sacrificed for the Greater Good.

Cacao isn't one of those cookies, for good and very much for ill. His thumb keeps petting the marks like he was wool before]

Knowing this, it surprises me even more that you were willing to share the Souljam. But I suppose it has always been your nature to see the best in others.

[ The constant touch has slowly relaxed Pure Vanilla, even if every stroke sends little shivers up his spine. Dark Cacao hasn't seen the full extent of the marks. ]

It is what the Truth showed me that day, when I first found it so long ago. Power is to be used for the benefit of everyone. How could I not then offer my Jam? I had already turned away from the Light once before, I could not do it again.

Hmm...

[it's something he's not sure they will ever fully agree on, even if he sees Vanilla's intent. He just can not see Clotted Cream and his Republic backers so kindly.

Every word was not "let us help your burden" and instead screamed "we do not trust you to carry it"

It made him bristle even thinking about it.]

I hope... one day there will be no need for it at all.

[ He knows the hmm. It makes him smile in return. He knows the trust Cacao had extended to Clotted Cream and the Council had only been based on his trust for Pure Vanilla and Hollyberry. He shifts his hands to find Cacao's arms and take them with his hands, squeeze gently to relax him again. ]

I hope so as well, my friend. Someday every Cookie will be happy, and healthy, and powerful enough they do not need protection from old Cookies. They will be able to live in peace, without fear and worry. And I will be glad to lay aside my Souljam, and join them as just another Cookie.

[he relaxes bit by bit. He doesn't want to fight, not right now. When they are comfortable and enjoying each other's company. This place is strange and his body is alien to him and he feels so helpless... but there is the benefit of getting to spend time with his dearest friend again without some overhanging duty or threat. It makes him smile]

Indeed. You said as much in your letter, after all.

[you know, about the future... and the two of them]

Edited 2024-04-09 20:47 (UTC)

[ Oh his letter. That seems so long ago now, though it may have only been a few months. His smile widens in delight.

He has no idea if Cacao read the underlying meaning. ]

And I meant every word.

[The letter was... well, Cacao is not an idiot, but he IS stubborn. He had laid awake with heavy thoughts for nights after. Over his son, his battered kingdom, the return of the dark forces of this world.

But also Vanilla's wording. The sweet smelling orchid petals in the envelope. He had rubbed the delicate blooms over his palm until it grew brittle days later. Fretting over those specific words.

Not 'us', which would be their entire old party. But 'for you and me'. For the good of them, specifically.

But eventually he had to put those thoughts away. The counsel, which had turned so sour... his mind never really had the chance or, if he was honest, the will, to linger back on those words. Even after they had made peace among their group again. Here, in this peaceful moment, it's easy to think about it again. His skin darkness and he looks back towards the fire, as if scared of his friend's expression]

Thinking about the future for myself has not been something I considered for... a very long time, Pure Vanilla. The idea of sipping tea around a bonfire. Or feeding the birds... it feels almost alien now. I am too old and set in my dough, I fear.

[ Dark Cacao may turn away but it just makes Pure Vanilla's expression shift into something more fond. He knows his friends worries and fears. He doesn't need to use his sight to see them. The worries about his people. The pain that Power can bring. His worries for his Son.

Thank you, Sesa, for helping him do what he's about to do next. For helping him get over that initial hurdle of hugging.

Letting go of Cacao's arms, Vanilla reaches out to set his hands on the other's shoulders. Then gently tug the bigger man in, make him lean down, to wrap him into a warm, tight hug. There's no way he's fitting his arms properly around Cacao, so he mostly wraps them around his head, holds him against his shoulder. ]

I know you fear that you cannot change, as the weight of your world presses around your shoulders. You care too deeply about your people to allow yourself a vision of the future where we may simply relax, where we are not needed so direly to lead. Yet Resolution is not just the resolve to see things done, but to see things finished. And once it is, I will be by your side for a new journey together. Into peace.

[He stiffens at the hug. Witches, when was the last time? Choco. Of course it was Choco. His breath comes out long and heavy, like he was deflating... before he just sinks into the embrace.

It is... a lovely dream.]

We... could go on another adventure, if you wish.

[ There it is. It's not quite a concession, but it's the softening of the hardened edges. He squeezes gently and takes the weight easily. ]

I would love that. There is so much to see yet, places we have not yet traveled.

[ Things they are both on the edge of saying. ]

Things... that other cookies do that we can not.

[ He sighs deeply, taking in the freshly washed scent of his friend]

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[ The sigh makes him smile and he rests his hand on the back of Cacao's head gently, then turns his head to press a shy, soft kiss to his cheek. Or ear. Whatever is closest and won't poke his horns into Cacao for. ]

We can.

[He shivers: like the letter the wording, the action, is just vague enough to mean many things. But a kiss to the ear is not the same as one to the crown of the head. Sitting still pressed so close is not quite the same as a hug.

He knows if he plays it off that Vanilla will not press. Will not judge. His heart is too boundless. His shy action speak of a similar loneliness to his own. An ache for peace and closeness. He wonders how horrific that time in the void he wrote of must have been for him. Cold and dark.

The ability to finish things, huh? Witches save him but this cookie knows him too well. He tilts his head into it, wrapping his arms around his old friend, fingers digging into the draped cape]

You are making me greedy, you know.

[ Cold, Dark, and so alone. More alone than he's ever been. He's used to loneliness, it's become a part of him, but if asked he wouldn't deny he desires something deeper. Warmth. Love. Someone to hold him like they can fit the broken pieces of himself back together.

Which is exactly what Cacao does in the moment. It takes Pure Vanilla by surprise - even though he's yearned for it, to have it actually happen it not something he expected.

And like Cacao, after a moment he melts into it, tightens his own hold. Hides his face in a press to the others head, laughs a soft slightly shaky noise into his ear. ]

If you are greedy, then I am a Dragon.

[ Don't let go, his hold begs. Please don't let go. ]

[Vanilla clings to him like any moment he might be blown away. Or stolen in the night. He doesn't have to ask, Cacao holds him harder. Maybe too hard for most people. He chuckles but it's an almost sad sound- they really are two broken creatures, aren't they?]

You really are. But I am used to dragons.

[ The hug would border on painful for someone else, but it feels right to him. Solid and heavy, something that weighs him down and stabilizes him. It's just like Cacao's soul. Weighty and heavy and protective, and Vanilla could lose himself in it, fit the pieces of Cacao that are broken into the pieces of him, and together they can make a whole soul.

He doesn't respond for a moment, silent against the other, before shifting his head to bring a hand up to wipe at his eyes, huff out a soft laugh. ]

Thank you...

[ Those two words hold so much meaning, and he knows Cacao will understand. ]

[His heart aches for Vanilla. For all his suffering. For being able to remain kind even in the face of it, something Cacao himself has not fully managed. But kindness breaks you just as much as violence- cutting off parts here and there. That soft thank you answers any doubts he had left, and he carefully takes his face in his hands, cupping it and wiping the tears with his thumbs]

I should be saying that.

[It's enough warning that Vanilla can shift away if he wants, but if he doesn't Cacao leans in for the lightest of kisses, barely touching lips. All his empathy and hope in the tender touch]

[ He leans into the touch on his face, one hand coming up to cover Cacao's in return. Warm. It's so warm. It's different than dough in that regards, and Vanilla can't say he doesn't like it. He fits his fingers between Cacao's and feels the other lean in. He doesn't pull away, and instead sighs softly into the fragile touch of the kiss. It's just a brush, more of a sharing of air, but Vanilla feels what the other is offering.

He leans in to close the distance. The kiss is soft, uncertain in it's execution, but a return of the empathy and hope. And a promise, as his letter stated. A vision for the future for the two of them. ]

[He feels like something is breaking. Shifting. A possibility opening up. He holds the kiss for a few moments before pulling back just a small bit, breaths still mingling]

You... still manage to surprise me.

[ The break makes him exhale softly, resting like that to take in the faint scents of Cacao, smiling a little to the comment, his fingers stroking over Cacao's. ]

I could say the same. When you did not mention what I had written in the letter, I did not think...

Ah... well, by the time we saw each other in person again I had... talked myself out of certain thoughts.

[ The look given to Cacao is so fond. Of course he would. He shakes his head gently. ]

Allow me to ask again, then. Will you step upon this path with me? A new adventurer together?

How could I ever tell you no, when you look at me so?

[ Witches, that makes his heart lump up. He knew the answer, simply based from the initiation of the kiss from Cacao, but to hear it. He hm's softly in return, folding his fingers with Cacao's, his smile soft and tender.

As his skin slowly begins to redden all over again as he realizes he's pretty much naked now in front of him. Oh. Ah. Do not look at him. Yes he pretty much confessed he'd asked him ages ago to date him but it's still very much not yet territory for the nakedness. ]

Understandable, I am the master of seduction here. Ah, blushing is so much hotter feeling as a human than a Cookie.

It really is. It feels like my jam is boiling.

[He was very casual about it before, but now with this he tries to keep his eyes averted from all that bare skin. For Vanilla's sake, of course.]

[ He can see Cacao being a gentleman and keeping his eyes to himself, and it makes him tilt Cacao's head a little to kiss his forehead.

Then gently untangle their fingers so he can scoot and get his robes, they're dry enough, and shyly pull them on. Cacao will get to look as much as he likes later. ]

There... I am decent again.

[He turns back, a small actual smile on his face]

And on that... perhaps we should rest. Searching for Clotted Cream Cookie will be an endever no matter what has happened to him. We should be ready.

[And give them both time to process what just happened between them personally, too]

Yes... We must be prepared as possible, as well. Going into the forest will be no small task, and coming out with Clotted Cream no easy one.

[ He pats his robes a little to dry them further, then glances to Cacao, then away shyly like his own thoughts scandalize him too much, then back again.

His Staff is really annoyed by the back and forth. ]

W-would you care to... ah... [ Haha nervous bleat interjects... softest baa. ] I mean to say, my bed is large enough-!

[ His intentions are obviously just to rest, it's clear Pure Vanilla is thinking nothing else, but even that much flusters him. ]

[His brows arch, surprised that Vanilla is offering. They've been dancing around sleeping arrangements since he arrived since Cacao refuses to just take over the bed and Vanilla doesn't want him camping outside.]

If you are comfortable with it, I would not mind.

[they are both gentlemen there's no reasons to be concerned]

[ He really has to learn that he doesn't need to get so worked up about it because Cacao just so calmly says the first thing to calm his mind.

But he has never had an actual, you know, significant other. This is all entirely new territory. Not even White Lily...

He rubs his face, squashes that mocking voice in his head that sounds like SM, and exhales. ]

I am. You realize this is simply my ploy to get you into an actual bed, correct?

[ Ah, it's easier to joke about it. ]

A ploy? How devious. But you know, all you need do is ask.

[heheh]

[ Lamb ears blush just as strongly as cheeks do, it turns out, the insides flame red. He covers his face. He covers his Staff's eye. Why is Cacao better at him at flirting, teasing, whatever.

Wait.

He peeks through his fingers with his staff, moving to climb to his feet, then help Cacao up as well. Don't be shy, you know this Cookie for a good innumerable years. ]

Well, I did when you first arrived, but you so coldly turned me down. Did you think I was offering you only my bed?

[he sputters at that. Crumbs, he had, hadn't he]

I-is that so?

[ He playfully pats Cacao's shoulder, trying to be solemn. It helps the nerves to just. Tease. Don't think of Cacao in your bed. Stop it. Oooooh. The tail betrays as it begins to make crazy-8's. ]

Indeed, but all is forgiven now. Go ahead, I will join you shortly.

[His sheep bits are adorably honest. He's quickly learning the silent language of them]

Very well. Do not take overly long.

[And yeah he's nooot grabbing his shirt as he goes, ha]

[ ... Well if Cacao thinks he's sleeping in his under armor, he's got another thing coming. But what else is he gonna sleep in? Pure Vanilla desperately needs to buy them some sleeping outfits or he's not going to last.

He'll join after tidying things, locking up, snuffing the fire and lights. Night routine. Teeth taken care of, hair brushed out, a book ready in one hand from the library because he knows himself and knows he's just going to lay there so might as well read a bit by candlelight. A warm glass of milk.

He gets so in routine he forgets Cacao is waiting for him and is half off with his robe - the cape already laid aside - with one hand, book clasped firmly in the other, when he remembers. He stops dead in the doorway, one arm still trapped in his robes, half snagged on one horn. The other half of him is free.

It quite looks like he had a fight with a line of laundry and got it tangled up on him. ]

Ah... Uh... I... I cannot sleep in my robes, my apologies, my wool compacts...

[He has his own, shorter, routine to go through as well. So by the time Vanilla arrives he's already in bed, making a guess on what side Vanilla prefers from which one has a used bedside table and leaving it open]

It is fine. The bed is big enough it should not be an issue.

[Even so he looks away for Pure Vanilla's sake, blushing a bit but not looking particularly put out]

[ He's a little slower - a little shyer - removing the rest of his robes now while somehow juggling his items and fighting with his horns but he eventually gets it. Staff laid against the wall for a good position to read by, book and milk down on the table, then he sits and shyly swings into his half of the bed, tugging the blankets over him.

Then ponders and reaches over to his bedside table to pull open drawers. He doesn't use them often but for Cacao's sake.... the tips of his horns get carefully padded and wrapped. Even as dull as he keeps them, they will hurt if caught on.

Then with a boldness that comes from the room being dim, he can turn to lean over and gently find Cacao's cheek with his fingers, and kiss it. ]

Goodnight...

[ Vanilla feels incredibly bad about making the other Cookie carry him back home, but there was no way he was making the trip under his own strength. He was sapped; exhausted physically, mentally, and somewhat spiritually. And when they arrive home, he simply takes a moment to rest. There is a part of him that feels incredibly ill over what he just did. Did he condemn those souls, simply in exchange for Clotted Creams? Were they even aware enough to be condemned?

When they've both had enough time to simply relax and de-stress, and Pure Vanilla has carefully placed Clotted Cream's Moonstone into a safe location, he moves to find Cacao and for a moment simply moves in to lean against him.

Straight against his front, just tucks himself into him, face planted into him, horns pressing in from how intensely he's squishing in.

Cacao will soon feel the wet of tears, and Vanilla's voice is small. ]

Did I do the right thing?

[he expected this. Had since they walked through the door. So there's no hesitation in crushing his friend to his chest, regardless of the horns]

You did your best.

[right or wrong meant little in the heat of it. There was only choices. And consequences.]

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[ His best. And what if his best is wrong, as it often is. What If's fog his brain and he wraps his arms around Cacao in return.

And for one in his life.

He sobs. ]

[It's strange, seeing Vanilla openly weep. He never saw it during their adventuring days. Grief, pain, yes. But never such open suffering. Always willing to shove it down so others burdens would be a little lighter.

He carefully guides them both to the couch to sit, so Vanilla can cling to him more easily. It's new, but knowing his dearest friend is willing to let him see it is a responsibility he takes willingly]

[ It is definitely a build up over time. A compounding of shoving it down until this tip finally breaks the icing, and having someone he trusts with his heart to show the weakness around.

He lets himself be led wherever, he doesn't care, and curls up as small as he can in against the other Former-Cookie. His sobs will quiet but the steady leak of tears continues longer.

Until those too finally dry up and he's merely curled in against Cacao. His voice is tiny. ]

My apologies...

[ He's not removing his face from Cacao's chest though. ]

There is no need. You are the one that said we should share all our thoughts and feelings, after all.

[ The dirty truth to that is he meant they should lay those upon his shoulders, not visa versa, but he won't say that. Instead sneak a hand up to wipe his eyes and try to wipe some of the damp off of Cacao. Yay wool. ]

Yes... of course you are right.

[ Followed by silence as he doesn't do that. Give him a moment. ]

[He doesn't push. Just pets his back]

[ It's very soothing and he soaks it up a bit longer before finally speaking his worries. ]

The souls in the Corruption are... broken. Half-things with no thought, no desires, twisted by the creature. I feared Clotted Cream's soul would become the same, lost in that baleful madness. Yet I cannot help but worry I condemned the souls I ripped free from the Fog to feed into that Monster- [ Callan does not deserve his name right now ] -in exchange for his. If the Corruption is ended, will they be free? Or will they have ceased to exist, devoured.

If you knew that was the case, for certain... would you have left Clotted Cream's soul there?

I- I truly do not know.

[ How selfish of him. The answer should be simple. The one for the many.

He feels rotten admitting that. He is just as bad as Dark Enchantress... ]

If even then you feel you would have done it, then it is the truth of your heart. There is no shame in that.

[He sighs, soft and sad]

Regrets... can never be avoided.

[ Oh, he knows that tone in Cacao's voice. He moves his hand to find one of Cacao's and takes it, squeezing tightly. ]

We are quite the pair, are we not?

[ Both so broken and filled with self-doubt and regret. ]

We are.

...Vanilla. That spell. I... please warn me if you use it. I thought in that moment I was going to lose you again.

Oh...

[ It's breathed out and his expression pinches. ]

I'm so sorry, I was not thinking.

[ Oh he's made such a mess of all of this. ]

I will not use it again.

I did not say that. It worked. We have Clotted Cream's soul- it was worth a moment's discomfort.

[ He shakes his head gently, rubbing his horns against Cacao. ]

Nevertheless, it is not a spell I should be using. And I did not consider what you might see. I am sorry.

[ He squeezes Cacao's hand tightly, fingers folding in tightly. ]

[not only does he allow this he rests his head on top of vanilla's and sqishes him in with his other arm. Human bodies are soooo good for squishing]

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[ Oh being squished in is so nice. It's warm and comforting, and there's something nicer about human bodies than Cookie bodies for it. He sighs and shifts to return the hug as tight as he can. Oops that's tight, that Minotaur strength. Probably wont feel too bad for Cacao though. ]

Thank you, my dear.

[ For being you. ]

[For a normal human or cookie he's be a little crunched, but thankfully Cacao has that Souljam sturdiness. But it's still hard enough to notice- something he hasn't been used to for decades]

Oof...

[He kisses his head, not responding to the thanks. He doesn't need it, he never has]

[ The oof makes him smile a little, finally, but he doesn't reduce his hug. He's clinging to the other, thanks. And he'll take the kiss to his head - ignore the very soft very comfortable baa that echos into your chest, sir - and knows he wont respond to the thank you. Stubborn old goat. ]

Where would I be without you.

[ He knows the answer to that. ]

[ Once they have returned home and gotten comfortable again, Pure Vanilla decides he has to stop being a hypocrite, and tell his new fiance his decisions and what he has done. He will wait until they're both settled, before warming up some milk - with sugar for him and a touch of cacao powder for Cacao - and setting them down. ]

My love, I ... do not wish to burden your shoulders, but you and Hollyberry Cookie have made it very plain to me that I am not to keep my decisions and burdens to myself any more.

[ He settles down beside him, curling one leg under the other, thoughtfully glancing down at his hand which he had cut on Passengers rock. ]

There are two things I wish to discuss with you, but I fear how you will react. Do not be too angry with me?

[ he was so content in the moment, humming happily at the offered milk. Even Affogato's arrival could not douse his mood.

But that "do not be too angry with me?" drops it like a rock. Because he knows Vanilla is the type to ask forgiveness, not permission. Not that he needs to- he's an adult. But his proposal puts everything into an even harsher light.

He can feel frustration bubbling, but pushes it back. After all, he doesn't even know what Vanilla has done yet]

...

I will... try.

[ Ah, he knows Cacao is immediately feeling the frustration, just by the tone of his words. He turns to face him, though there's no reassurances to be offered here. Not yet. ]

First, I have been thinking about my Souljam. What it consists of, what it has given us, what it truly is. I believe it can be used to heal - or at least help - the Gods and Goddesses here. I wish to break it into four pieces, and offer two to the rightful Sun and Moon, and then two other pieces to the Guardians who need it the most, or can best use it.

[ A grave decision, but one he feels will benefit everyone the best, rather than simply him. He rests his fingertips against it, down at his side, still hanging off the sash. And when was the last time he heard the Light of Truth, and not Shadow Milks false whispering.

Clawing at his ear even now, trying to be heard through the weakened connection. ]

[he stiffens at that, but perhaps not as much as Vanilla expected- their Souljam being used in new ways is something he's softened on slightly since they were in the Creme Republic. But the tension, and worse, anxiety, are palpable]

It is too risky. Do you even know if our Souljams are compatible with this world's magic? If it would even be enough? What... it might do to you?

[ To that he reaches out and takes Cacao's hand with his, folds their fingers together, squeezes tight as his thumb moves in a soft stroke. Trying to ease some of that anxiety. ]

I believe it may be so. Our Souljams are Witch power, life of the purest kind. I believe upon it's coming here, it has been altered lightly enough to be compatible, just as we have.

[Would it be enough and what would happen to him are what he can't answer, but he smiles a little over it. ]

I believe it would be... perhaps, not enough to truly resurrect them, but enough to further their own hold. I am unsure what it would do to me. But I truly believe it is something that must happen.

[ Silly silly silly stupid Cookie. You know. Oh you know. You are nothing without it. You will crumble.

But why not tell your dear new Husband the truth? You want to cast it aside.

You have to know if you've truly cursed yourself. ]

And in saving this world what if we can no longer save our own.

[And that's the rub. The only reason he's clung so long to his power and kingship- because cookiedom was so so fragile. They barely stopped Dark Enchantress before. Even with all their new allies, could they do it multiple Soul Jams down?]

[ Ah, he wants to shrink in on himself. ]

I am sure, even without my Souljam, so long as we return you and yours, our forces will not be diminished. You hardly need the Truth to lead you all anymore, my love. We have all been brought back, and upon sharing our Souljam, have become better for it. This is merely another step.

[ And he does not think he is ever going home. ]

Not need you?!

[Cuz yes, you may say the Truth but he knows what you mean sir. He sounds both insulted and hurt]

I need you. My Jam or Holly's or Golden Cheese's or even White Lily's is no more important than the other. Are we not a team? A family?

[ Oh. His weakness. He actually tilts his head away for a moment, looking miserable. Even as his hand tightens in Dark Cacao's. He's silent for a long moment, before speaking again, voice soft. ]

I need you too, my love. I need you all. I will always need you.

[ He reaches out to pick his souljam up, it's weight unnervingly heavy in his hand, before placing it in Dark Cacao's. ]

But I do not need this. Not while there is a chance it can go to use. What good is power if not for the benefit of everyone? I desire it not, if I cannot use it to truly do what I wish to do.

[ Which is help.

And if Dark Cacao listens through his own souljam, he may hear the tiniest of voices. The faintest of giggles. The touch of Deceit that still lives there. ]

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...

[And how can he argue with that? He should have predicted this would happen one day. Since he so quickly agreed with Clotted Cream. Maybe long before. He can feel that echo of the Beast Vanilla told him about and his hand closes over the gem, trembling with anger.

Begone. You have no place here-!

But he can't be mad at Vanilla. Not really. He knows that while his argument to save the power for their war made sense, it was not the real reason. He wanted Vanilla to stay powerful and safe. To not leave him again.

And there is no Honor is such thoughts]

Is... this really what you want?

[Deep down, part of him whispers: if Vanilla casts aside the Souljam here... maybe, maybe he won't be able to throw himself away against White Lily's shadow again. Maybe he can find some kind of peace]

[ In response to his scorn and anger, all he will hear from that tiny voice is laughter. Familiar laughter, like that which followed them out of the Forest after they got Clotted Cream. It goes on and on and on- ]

It is. I vow to help find a way to return us all to home, but until such a time occurs, I wish to use my Souljam to bolster and aid. This is the Truth of Power, my love. It must be used for the betterment of all.

[He is hiding something, Warrior of Resolve.

Look upon his hand.

Call him out for his silly little lies.]

But you needn't worry too much, I do not even know if it shall be possible here to break it.

[He tries to resist looking. And if it was someone else trying to force him he would have won out.

But his greatest enemy was always himself. His eyes flick down]

You said... there was something else as well.

[ The wound on his hand is faint. Mostly healed from Pure Vanilla lightly touching it all night with his abilities. But it's still pink enough to say it was recent.

Very recent.

Tiny tiny laughter. ]

Ah...

[ He curls his hand a little, before uncurling his fingers to show his palm to Dark Cacao. ]

Are you aware of what a few of our friends have? An illness called Oripathy? It is a deadly contamination like disease from their home world, which both empowers their abilities, but also spells a certain end. I have promised them I would work towards a cure, but... mm...

But...?

[dread curls in his guts]

But... I cannot bring myself to put them through the experimentation that would be required to find the cure. So I... might have infected myself, to experiment on myself instead.

[ He says might, because with the Souljams connection to him still, he has no idea if it took or not.

And this is the reason he asked Dark Cacao not to get angry at him. ]

What?!

[ Haha.

Ah. ]

I cut my hand upon Passengers Oripathy stone on his forehead. Theoretically, this should have transmitted the disease to me.

[ Don't be mad, don't be mad...! ]

...

You... intentionally gave yourself a deadly disease... and then wish to destroy the thing making your dough immune to aging and sickness.

[YOU CAN SEE WHY HE'S CONFUSED, BABE]

I know how it seems, my love! But I cannot subject anyone else through what it would take to find a cure! And I-I am unsure if I actually have it while my Souljam is a part of me.

[ Listen he understands it sounds insane but there's a method to this madness. ]

Then all the reason you can not give away all your Jam!

[ A pause. All of it is not an all together no.

He sighs and reaches up to cup Cacao's face, fingers stroking over his cheeks. He'll compromise. ]

Not all of it. I will give only a small portion at first away, to Ourania, as it has been noted she is able to at least halt the corruption. I will keep the rest on myself until I have cured this disease. It should slow the progression - if I have it - to a negligible pace. Is this all right?

[He gives a shuddering sigh into Vanilla's hands, knowing he has lost. He doesn't have the heart to try and convince Vanilla to do something against his nature. And... he had told him. He trusted him not to lose his temper.]

...very well. I am not happy about this. But I will... accept it.

I know, my love. I assure you, I will cure it. You will not lose me.

[ He drags him down a little to rest their foreheads together. ]

Swear it to me. On your Jam.

[His voice cracks just a tiny amount]

[ Oh his love. He drops his hands to fold them over Cacao's holding his souljam still, tightens his grip around it. ]

I swear on my Souljam, my heart. I swear. You will not lose me. I will cure it.

...

[he nods, not trusting his words. He can not do it again. Loss and treachery and death.

He was so close to giving up once. Another failure will break him.]

[ Oh, he knows. The silence tells him all. He reaches out with an arm to wrap it around Cacao's neck and bring the other into a tight hug. The tightest he can give, like he can merge them together and thus Cacao will never have to worry. ]

Shh. I am here. I will always be here. I love you, Dark Cacao Cookie.

[And he's just gonna rest his face into Vanilla's collarbone for a bit, soaking in his scent and warmth]

[ He's simply going to hold him there, fingers working through his hair and then resting on his scalp, lightly rubbing down to his neck. Where they will squeeze against the tight muscles. Relax him again, reassure him.

He is not planning on crumbling away any time soon. ]

[Eventually, perhaps longer than expected, but eventually, he sits up with a groan]

There is... something I must tell you as well.

[ Vanilla is content to simply hold his love like this for as long as needed, though when he finally sits up, he lets him go. Dropping his hands to his again, moving his Souljam out of the way so he can take them.

Though that sounds ominous, his ears twitching a little. ]

Of course, my love. What is it?

I intended to tell you in the morning, but...

How much of what happened at the Wall did GingerBrave tell you?

As much as he deemed appropriate to tell me. The attack by Dark Enchantress Cookies forces, your former Advisors betrayal, and the rally.

[ No mention of Dark Choco, as Gingerbrave felt it wasn't his place. ]

I see. It seems said advisor, Affogato Cookie, has arrived here.

Oh... My love, are you all right?

[ Not that he thinks that Cookie can physically hurt Dark Cacao but...]

[He chuckles softly]

I will admit, your proposal washed away anything I may have felt about it.

[ That makes him smile a little, reaching up to touch Cacaos cheek. ]

I'm glad. Is there anything you wish me to do in regards to him?

[ He's a healer, but... ]

I warned him away, but... some of what he said... he claimed Pomegranate Cookie used her curse magic to affect his mind. I can not say I believe him exactly, but...

[Well, they've both experienced curses]

[ Ah... That's met with silence as he ponders it. Pomegranates Curse magic... how trapped he became in despair to seeing his loved ones captured and broken. ]

I... If he is telling the truth, I cannot condemn him. Pomegranate Cookie cast me into a deep despair I could only free myself from thanks to my Souljam... I do not know what other curses she may conjure.

She cast a curse on me as well. It is why I commanded him to stay away rather than crumbling him on the spot.

[JUST SAY THAT DC, SURE]

[ Yeah that doesn't even make him frown. It's understandable. His hand gets a squeeze. ]

You made the right decision, my love. If he is still truly loyal to you, he will do good for the Grove. If he is not, he will show his colors again.

That is my hope.

[He squeezes back]

I will try not to give him more thought than necessary.

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I will do everything in my power to help keep your mind free of him, my love. Let him not darken your mind any further.

[That gets a sharp laugh from him]

Plan to distract me then?

Dark Cacao Cookie!

[ The scandalized tone is playful, but the blush on his face is bright. Hilarious, considering they're engaged. He huffs and gently butts his head against his future-husband, a flustered ram. ]

I did not say anything! You are the one with a spicy mind.

[Still, he kisses between those horns regardless]

[ The most offended squawk, followed by a laugh. He takes the Souljam to set it aside to have both of Cacao's hands free, so he can reach out and drag the other into a hug and press a kiss to his mouth. ]

It was your tone!

My tone? You know I have no sense of humor.

[ >3]

You!

[ That makes him laugh again, against Cacao's mouth, skin darkening further. ]

You're horrible!

[Vanilla is getting kisses for being too cute]

Perhaps. But you picked me regardless.

[He's not sure WHY but you can't get rid of him now]

[ Each kiss is returned with a wide joyful smile. ]

And I would pick you again and again.

I am still cross with you.

[But it lacks any fire. How could he when Vanilla was so sweet? He sighs]

Come to bed with me? Tonight has been... exhausting.

I would not expect you to be otherwise.

[ The question softens him and he nods gently, moving to stand and help Cacao up in return. His expression is absolutely tender. ]

I love you.

And I you. Even if you are insufferable.

[CUZ REALLY, VANILLA HE SWEARS. He stands, making sure to grab Vanilla's Souljam on the way]

Hmm. Would you truly love me if I was any other way?

[ He holds Cacao's hand and leads him to their room for bed. They both need a long night of rest. ]

Not at all. Vanilla is Vanilla.

[ That makes him smile, but in a distracted manner, his mind swirling.

He kind of hates who he is, after all. But he keeps those thoughts to himself, his smile strengthening as he squeezes Cacao's hand. ]

Precisely. Into bed, my love, and you keep your hands to yourself, we're not married yet after all.

[ But the smile is teasing and he arches an eyebrow. Cause he's gonna cuddle the Oven out of his fiance. ]

[ It's the morning after prom that Clotted Cream finds himself hesitating in front of Pure Vanilla's bedroom door, before ultimately knocking very politely on it. Even going this far has taken quite a while - and involved sneaking out in the middle of the night to swim in the river, in fact, in a desperate bid for mental clarity.

Luckily, he's quick to dry off. No hint of his sneaking out to be seen. ]

Pure Vanilla Cookie...? Are you awake?

[ Oh he has been for the last hour or two, but it's difficult to get up when your fiance has you in a vice lock. It's very sweet. He's loathe to move.

He has to pee.

His voice is soft but audible enough as he calls back:]

One second, my dear.

[ Minotaur strength has to come into play as he wrestles with Dark Cacao so he can slip out and replace himself with a pillow, put on a bath robe, then answer the door. ]

Is something amiss?

[ Ah, those are some... odd muffled sounds coming from inside the bedroom, but Clotted Cream politely ignores them aside from a brief flicker of curiosity. It isn't any of his business, of course, and he's certain that Pure Vanilla's leg configuration may make climbing out of a bed a little more complicated. He can't quite wrap his mind around how those legs bend.

By the time Pure Vanilla opens the door, he's directed his attention towards a portion of the floor. He turns his eyes back up, clearing his throat. ]

Hm? Oh, no, nothing is wrong. I was hoping that we might be able to talk? I've had... something on my mind, and I would value your opinion.

Of course, sweetheart. Meet me in the kitchen? So I may get dressed, and so we don't wake Dark Cacao further.

[ The man will sleep or so help him. And once Pure Vanilla is dressed and Cacao is given several kisses to lull him back to sleep - at an arms length so he can't grab him back in with the promise he can come join them if he wakes up - Pure Vanilla will more to the kitchen to make him and Clotted Cream some breakfast.

And some coffee for Cacao in case he does wake up. ]

What is it you wish to talk about?

[ Dark... Cacao? Why would his gentle knock on Pure Vanilla's door disturb Dark Cacao any furth--

Oh. Oh. ]

Ah. Yes. Of course. Please, take your time.

[ It's only through practiced grace that he keeps his composure until Pure Vanilla closes the door again, at which point he lets his expression slip into wide-eyed surprise at the door. Truly, it makes sense, particularly if the two of them have known each other as long as they have, but... goodness, he feels blind.

Though, maybe it has something to do with his own currently muddled feelings.

While Pure Vanilla readies himself, Clotted Cream makes his way down to the kitchen. While he waits, he takes the liberty of brewing a pot of tea for himself and for Pure Vanilla. It's the one kitchen-related task that he has confidence in doing one-handed, and Pure Vanilla will likely appreciate the effort. So, as he settles in to make breakfast, he will have a cup of tea already fresh and ready to sip. ]

Ah, well... Did you happen to meet another Cookie at the dance last night?

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[ Oh, tea. His tail wiggles as he picks his cup up with a pleased thank you, sipping it gently as he pulls out things to make. He has yet to ask if Dark Cacao or Clotted Cream would like meat, so Clotted Cream is getting a vegetarian meal. An egg and vegetable scramble. ]

Another Coo- ah! Sparkling Cookie, correct? I did not personally meet him yet, but Beat was so kind as to point him out to me.

[ Then whine and cry that Pure Vanilla didn't recognize him. Like he was personally offended all Cookies were not best friends, or something. He didn't explain. He puts his tea aside as he begins to cook, chopping the vegetables. He's getting quicker! ]

Did something happen between you two? Is everything all right?

[ So it hadn't been a vivid dream, then. That makes him feel better, but only in the sense that he has confirmation it was real. Simultaneously, it doesn't clear any of his thoughts in the slightest. ]

Oh, no, I'm perfectly alright.

[ He's not. His thoughts have been plagued by this Cookie all night, and he got very little actual sleep. ]

I can't help but feel as though I know him... And I haven't been able to get him out of my mind since we returned to the Grove. I find myself wanting to spend more time with him, but until your confirmation just now, I hadn't even been certain that he was real to begin with. It felt like a dream...

[ Vanilla's smile, at first, is curious and listening as Clotted Cream begins.

Only to grow wider and understanding as the boy continues, shifting vegetables into the pan to begin to cook them, looking amused. ]

I see. [ Haha. His Staff seems to be smiling as well, curved upwards. ]

May I offer my thoughts, my dear?

[ He stirs the vegetables, his ears twisted back towards CeeCee. ]

[ Luckily, Clotted Cream isn't paying much attention to anything but the table in front of him. His tea sits largely undrank - he took a couple of sips out of it, but it seems to be more for comfort and companionship than to drink. ]

Please. [ It's said with a sigh. ] I haven't the slightest why he feels so comfortable to be around when we've only just met. It's like I've known him far longer than a day.

[ Oh, he's trying not to giggle. Clotted Cream has obviously never had a crush before! It's too cute. He hums softly, hooves clicking on the floor as he shifts. ]

Well, I may be wrong of course, but to me it sounds like you have quite a large crush on the young man.

[ Now he turns his head in Clotted Creams direction, his smile wide and obvious. ]

[ A what. ]

... do I?

[ Is that what this is? He's developed feelings? But it seems so... so quick for something like that. He's only known Sparkling for an evening. And yes, granted, they did get along quite well from the start, and he did enjoy their time together, but.

By the Light, Sparkling had said that he was starstruck. That the evening was more than magical. Clotted Cream's face flushes a dusty pink through his tanned skin, and he stares down at his cup of tea as if it holds the answers to everything. ]

I... I suppose I could...

[ Focus on breakfast, Pure Vanilla Cookie, focus on breakfast. He's quiet for a moment, adding eggs to the food finally to begin to scramble it all up properly, expression turning thoughtful. ]

Our friend Beat has been quite adamant we have all come from a world before this one, that was not our own. Explains why we are different in our human changes. And Sparkling Cookie did look... different to me.

[ The obvious changes obvious. ]

Perhaps you two knew and were close to one another in this previous world, and like all of us minus Beat, seem to have forgotten. I would question Beat if he has knowledge of this, he seems like he was quite close with us all.

[ Ah. Yes. ]

That's right. When I first saw Sparkling Cookie, I had asked him if we had met before. He hadn't, and he didn't know about the other world, either...

[ But if there is some sort of pull... There's clearly a link, clearly something happened that changed all of them, they wouldn't look like this otherwise. But had they known each other before? Had they been friends before?

Clotted Cream frowns down at his tea, thoughtfully. ]

I'm not sure that I would want to base a relationship, platonic or otherwise, on what once happened. No matter what happened in that other world, none of us remember. It would be cruel to place expectations.

[ And yet, the feelings are there. If he assumes correctly, based on what was said, they may have been there for Sparkling, too. Was Sparkling also sensing something last night? ]

... no. If I am to pursue any feelings, I will do it the proper way. I would not feel comfortable with the result if it did not develop naturally.

[ And he's going to let Clotted Cream mull all of that over for himself, separating the breakfast onto a plate for him and sliding it over. Look, he'll even serve up a small plate for himself to eat as well! Tiny little nibbles, as he settles himself beside CeeCee with his tea, thoughtful. ]

A friendship first, then, my dear. Simply get to know the man. Ask him his hobbies, share in them. Share your own with him.

[ He is smiling still because this is the cutest fucking thing. And he's still in the honeymoon phase of falling in love with Dark Cacao (pv that was a thousand years ago) honey moon phase anyways. ]

Are you intent on your desire to pursue him, my dear?

Oh, thank you.

[ Just as a surprised little aside. As if he's been sitting here the entire time and had forgotten that Pure Vanilla was making breakfast.

He did, actually. He did do that, for just a few seconds.

He hadn't realized how hungry he was, either, and so he - politely - takes a few bites as Pure Vanilla speaks. Oh, it's good. Vegetables are still a new adjustment, but it's good. ]

... I'm not sure. Admittedly, it's nothing I've ever considered before. Father felt that such things were a distraction, and so he forbid it. But my father isn't here, and I am free to do what I want. I suppose it will depend on the feeling I get as we develop a friendship... but if I do, I will ensure to do it the proper way.

[ Hm, Pure Vanilla is not a violent man, but he can sic Dark Cacao on Custard. It would be very satisfying to see the bastard get thrown out a window.

He stirs his scramble up a bit on his plate, nibbling on a vegetable here or there. His smile just won't go away. ]

Indeed, you are free to do as you want. It seems like a wonderful idea to simply be friends with him at first. Take it slow, simply enjoy spending your time with him. If something blossoms from it, then embrace it. But do not feel like something must happen.

[ He turns his attention from his food to Clotted Cream and reaches over to gently brush his hair behind his ear. ]

Allow yourself to be happy, my dear.

[ What Pure Vanilla says is true. Nothing has to happen. Letting things develop without expectation is the best and most natural way to do it, and he agrees with that. There had been a reason he'd gone to Pure Vanilla, after all - the man has a good head on his shoulders.]

Yes, you're right. If it simply becomes a close friendship, I think I will be glad of that, too.

[ After all, he never really had friends. Not until Pure Vanilla, and more recently Dark Cacao, now that the air between them has cleared a bit. But he would very much like to be friends with Sparkling, he thinks.

When Pure Vanilla reaches out to brush his hair behind his ear, Clotted Cream pauses, hesitating with the tips of his fork tongs on the plate. Allow himself to be happy... Yes, he can do that now, can't he. Here, he has none of the responsibilities that he has back at home. Should they find a way to return someday, he will gladly take up the mantle again, but until then... ]

I will do my best. Consider it a promise, both to you and to myself.

That's all I desire to hear.

[ He smiles and curls his hand around the back of Clotted Cream's head to tug the other in to press a kiss to his forehead, then let him go so he can keep eating his breakfast, and so Vanilla can focus on his plate as well.

Though, of course, as any good parent, he's going to tease. ]

So! Tell me how the night went? What did you two talk about? What's he like?

[ He raises an eyebrow gently in play, nibbling on his food. ]

[ Unfortunately, it is not easy to gracefully cover up choking on a mouthful of scrambled egg and veggies. Luckily, it's a light enough choke that it's easily covered with a clearing of his throat.

Please ignore the way his ear fins remain flared even after he seems to regain his composure! He's fine! ]

Ah... Well! We danced together, as that is what one does at those sort of parties... But, back at home, he is a bartender in the Kingdom, and he knows GingerBrave. He must do a fine job at it - I've noticed he can be quite charming. He is also a healer, though he claims he doesn't have much time for adventures.

[ A small bit of egg is getting pushed around his plate as he talks, but as he does, his ear fins relax. It's a sign of comfort. ]

He seemed quite starstruck, to be speaking with the Consul of the Crème Republic - in his own words, not mine, though I am beginning to think that may have also been his charm at work. However, we did agree that a certain amount of anonymity is enjoyable, so we spoke a bit more informally.

[ Hehe! The Minotaur manages to school his expression, but his tail wobbles all over, betraying his delight in getting the cutest rise out of Clotted Cream. Though he is polite as he listens, his ears turned towards him.

The smile remains plastered on his face though. The sheer force of it looks like he might break his cheeks. ]

Oh! He must be a resident of the Cookie Kingdom, then. And a healer at that, goodness, I must meet him.

[ Mostly to vet whomever is looking at his son. He hum's to the 'starstruck' comment, hiding his smile with his food. Because the news of the Crème Republic couldn't have spread that fast. Unless, of course, Gingerbrave went home and promptly told everyone. Which Vanilla does not doubt. He misses that young man. ]

Hm~ His charm, perhaps, or maybe he was just as taken with you as you were taken with him?

[ After Elswords disappear and Pure Vanilla has picked up the bone ring, he'll hunt Cacao down, his ears shifting and bouncing as he tracks the other via his sounds. The movement of his feet, the rise and fall of his breathing.

Just a bit, stalking him like this, brings out the Monster in him. There's something exciting about following his prey, hunting him down.

Which goes right out the window the moment he spots his fiance, and his tail begins to wiggle excitedly as he baa's and trots over. ]

My heart, I have a gift for you!

A gift? Vanilla, there is no need to spoil me.

[He's just happy to see his beloved!!]

[ That makes him smile and he steps in close to lift up and smooch his chin, then take his hand. ]

Ah, but I love to spoil you, my love!

[ And he places the bone ring gently into it. ]

[ Their conversation at the Cabana may have ended a little awkwardly, but Affogato can blame that on being high as fuck. Here, he's sober, and very pleased.

And he absolutely won't make an ass of himself this time.

The leather carrying case is tucked carefully under his arm as he stops by the Cookie house, eying it with a little bit of loathing and ... a feeling of being out of place. The rest of the Cookies are here, sharing a house, living together in solidarity.

And he is not.

Shaking his head, he knocks gently on the door, calling cheerfully. ]

My Liege, are you in? Forgive me for breaking a promise to stay away, but I have a gift~!

Affogato? One moment-

[ theres some barking which Cacao quickly corrects before opening the door. He's dressed casually, his now much whiter hair in a loose braid, likely done by either Vanilla or Lily that morning.]

I did not expect you, but after doing the same to you I can not complan. Come in.

[ the house is rarely empty, but Cacao, excluding the animals, is the only one in the communal area right now]

[ Oh his hair looks lovely braided like th- what happened to it.

Affogato will not come in, not yet, blinking instead at the further white that streaks through the black. He heard the roaring on the beach, of course he did, who couldn't but he didn't know it was Cacao. ]

Ah...... forgive my impudence with such a question, My Lord, but your hair...?

My-? Oh! Yes. I keep forgetting...

[ he reaches over for it, running the hair over his hands, still fasinated by the change as well]

It is... complicated. But it the most basic terms i have awakened to a new power, and this is the side effect. I am not struck by any malady, I promise.

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I... see... Ah, I am glad it is a good thing! It makes My Liege look quite distinguished!

[ A new power? Of course Affogato is curious, it's obvious in his look, but he's a good boy and won't pry. He'll figure it out some other way.

Instead he shakes his head a little and offers Dark Cacao the rather large carrying case. It smells of dark chocolate still, despite being leather now. ]

Your gift, my King! I hope it brings you joy.

[ the compliment pleases him- he wouldn't want to brag but... he agrees. It is VERY distinguished.

But any comment he was going to make is devoured by shock at the gift. He knows what it is on sight, even with the change of material. He takes the case delicately, eyes wide. The smell tickles his nose and without care of being watched he brings it to his face to get more. Dark chocolate. Not just any, but Ridge chocolate. Rich and bitter but just a touch of sweetness. The ground under their feet and the walls that keep them safe. The warm smell of freshly baked dough... the homesickness hits him like a brick. He can feel tears prickle the edges of his eyes and decides against fighting them.]

Affogato... I...do not know what to say. Thank you.

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[ And Affogato understands that inability to stop himself from inhaling. Even his ex-Advisor, upon receiving the case full of calligraphy equipment took a moment to savor the smell. It merely makes him smile as he watches, pleasure writ on his face to Cacao's joy. That's what he wanted. For that look in Cacao's eyes. He hums and tucks his hands behind his back cutely, rocking back on his heels a little. ]

It was my pleasure, My Liege. Please, please, do not let me hold you back. Open it!

[He nods, smiling with shocking brightness for him as he opens the case. He hands it to Affogato to hold as he takes out each nub to examine, testing the shape of the pen in his hand. He looks over each part with the care and focus he gives to swords and bows. Very aware of the craftmenship.]

[ Hello, that smile? Affogato told himself he wasn't going to do anything stupid but that smile really makes him want to be. He gladly holds the case for Cacao, watching his face with adoration that is almost impossible to hide despite his skills, as he goes through the case. The nubs, the hold, the ink well, the papers tucked neatly underneath the layer holding the inks and pens. Each piece meticulously Cacao Kingdom crafted. The smell of chocolate and wafer paper. ]

Is it to your liking...?

It is... a finer set I have never seen.

[ Oh no his heart. ]

Then please, My Liege, do not let me keep you from testing it out.

I am eager to do so. Please, come in. As the one who procured it you should see it in action. Consider your banishment ended.

[ WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO HIM. ]

I would love to, My Liege!

[ He hesitates before bowing a little, and stepping in after Cacao. He seems a little on edge, his eyes darting around, and keeping close to Cacao.

He's also memorizing the place. ]

[ It would be hard to picture Cacao living here at first- but here and there are items that are clearly his, little signs of domesticity]

I will get you a drink.

[And off he goes!]

[ Leaving him alone is exactly what Affogato wants, but the wrong thing to do. Quickly he glances around, until he spots a cup with tea in it. Pure Vanilla's, judging by the crocheting book beside it. He knows the sweet Cookie has been making things for people.

Quickly he slips a small bag from his sleeve pocket, and drops a tiny packed pill like object in. It dissolves immediately, leaving no trace and no scent. He had to modify it, so Cacao wouldn't recognize it.

Then he moves away again and waits, looking at the little things that tell him of Cacao's life, and scratching Oreo's head gently when he comes over to investigate. ]

[Hello friend! You smell like Cookie so you are friend and not for barking! Cacao isn't gone long and comes back with some tea that smells strongly of sugar and cream]

Forgive me if my tea skills are lacking.

[ It smells sweet and Affogato blinks.

Can't stop the blush as he takes the cup. ]

I am sure it is fine, my King. You needn't have gone out of your way...

[ Sip. Oh. Sweet. Another one, delighted. ]

[He may not have specific dishes memorized like Affogato did. But even his depressed ass could notice Affogato liked sweet more than any other Cacaoian he's ever known]

You are a guest in my home.

[ He's going to hide his smile behind his cup, trying not to look too overtly pleased but it shines in his eyes anyways. Agh, ugh. How does Cacao always do this to him. There is almost a touch of regret. ]

Please, pretend I am not here, My Liege. All I desire is to watch you work once more.

[ And to replace every touch of Vanilla in this saccharine sweet house with the more bitter sweetness of himself- ]

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[Even Cacao can't ignore the affection radiating off Affogato... and he hasn't forgotten their last two interactions.

Maybe inviting him in was a mistake. He... he doesn't want to give Affogato idea that he might not be able to see through. It feels cruel.

But he doesn't want to discard their friendship, as turbulent as it is, either. The younger cookie did something unasked for and touching for him- he won't ruin the moment with such a serious discussion as boundaries.]

Then here, I has a little reading desk set up already, follow me...

[He turns and starts heading... downstairs. Looks like they have a little rec area down there. Mostly used by Cacao if the equipment is anything to go by. He sits down at the desk and starts setting up almost excitedly. It's not nearly as fancy and large a space as his desk in his quarters was, of course. But it works]

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[ The one discussion there should be. Oh Cacao, someday you will learn.

Curiously Affogato follows the larger Cookie as they head downstairs? Oooh! A little Cacao Cave! He eyes the equipment thoughtfully, with a touch of amusement. Though he never saw the King working out back home - the rigorous demands of being a King were enough - it doesn't surprise him here he does. Gently he settles himself down at a free chair, cupping his tea as he watches Cacao set up.

The excitement is... adorable. He's never truly seen Cacao like this? He remains quiet and makes himself comfortable, and with Cacao's focus on his calligraphy he can't see the way Affogato stares at him with a tenderness that definitely should be discussed. ]

[It's absolutely should be. And Cacao knows it. But... well, maybe he likes the more comfortable energy they've managed now. Knows it might shatter once he does.

And he will. He will! Just... not right now.

Everything set up he starts wetting the ink stone, the smell of chocolate thick even though the ink is well, ink.]

Ah. I have missed that smell.

It is certainly nostalgia inducing. As well as the sound. And the sight.

[ It might not be his room in the Citadel, but it's certainly a similar sight as Cacao prepares. He closes his eyes, blocks out the room around him and for a moment, it's just like it was. The smell, the soft sound, the rustle of paper.

He sighs. ]

[He sets to work writing. Long beautiful strokes, and sharp short ones. It's a little more complicated doing this with fingers, but having a few months already to get used to them he finds he likes having them for this more than his stubby cookie hands. He can twist and turn easier.

He doesn't talk as they sit, letting them both soak in the quiet atmosphere and the low light]

[ And he watches, with adoration. With a contentment that hasn't been seen in his eyes in a long time. He watches those fingers as they turn the pen, as they dip it back into the well.

He does not get horny.

He lies to himself.

He sits in silence and admires and watches and lies to himself and lies to himself and lies to himself. ]

[Eventually:]

Done.

[The words themselves do not matter. It is a well known bit of Ridge poetry and is meant to show off an array of strokes as much as flow verbally. He even spent some time to draw as well, a simple shape of a dark tree and cloud cover in the classic swirling style. it is all almost achingly traditional]

[ And it's the simplicity of it's style that only in moment like these, that Affogato can appreciate the beauty of. Normally the self-centered Cookie wants lavish. Grand.

But always, watching Cacao, he realizes... it's beautiful. ]

And, as ever, My Liege, it is wonderful.

[ The strokes are masterful, the poem flowing, and Affogato darts his eyes from Cacao to the paper before Cacao can realize where those words were really aimed at. ]

You penmanship has not suffered in the least. I daresay it has even improved.

[When it comes to compliments Cacao is almost always at best stoic. But there's a quiet pleasure at this- it is something he enjoys as a person, rather than a tool in his role as a King and Warrior. He has pride in all his skills, but this is just for him, and so he can't help but enjoy the validation]

As ugly as fingers are, they are very tailored to this kind of work.

[ Well, this next bit is on Cacao, as he drew Affogato's eyes back to his fingers. Calloused, like the palms of his hands, altered to human and where a sword wielder would have them. The strength in them is obvious.

But their grip on the pen is gentle.

He lies to himself harder. ]

Nonsense, they are quite wonderful looking. They suit you, my Lord.

Ah... thank you, Affogato.

[ Yeah he's starting to notice the tension, now no longer so focused on his new toy]

[ Oh, Affogato knows that tone. He stares into his cup, empty as he had been sipping away while watching, and sets it aside before rising, beaming. It's definitely time to make himself scarce. ]

It was wonderful to see you indulge in your passion once again, My Liege. I thank you, but allow me to take my leave, so I do not overstay my welcome.

I... yes. Very well. But before you go. I wanted to thank you. Not just for the gift but...

... the event that caused this change in my hair also forced me to face certain things. My failings both as a king and as a cookie. Acknowledge things I refused to. So... thank you, for your patience with me back then. When we return I intend to become a ruler our people can truely be proud of again.

[ That statement is met with silence. Affogato looks surprised at first, then turns his head away. Guilt is beginning to set in, a gnawing pit opening in his gut. Maybe on his way out he can dump the tea... ]

... Do not thank me. I had my selfish reasons, as you well know, My King.

[ A quick, small smile. ]

But I am glad, My Liege. The Cacao Kingdom will grow mightier than ever.

Well... you did say the carrot is a motivator, did you not? Perhaps a bit of ambition isn't such a bad thing.

[He remembers his warriors admitting to having no wishes or dreams of their own. Even if that wasn't real... that doesn't mean it isn't true]

[ Oh, he hopes Cacao never realizes the truth.

He's not sure who it would break the most.

Silence as he stares at nothing, the desire to kiss Cacao growing so strong he knows he has to leave. Now. So he turns towards the stairs, tilting his head a little over his shoulder. ]

Ah, I cannot wait to see it, My Lord. I will work towards sending us home with utmost fervor!

[ He won't run, won't betray his desire to flee before he forgets himself. ]

[And Cacao's spine flexes for a moment, like he's considering standing up. Following after him.

He doesn't, but he stares for a long moment]

Keep up the good work, Affogato. And good night.

[ And because what's about to happen is not suitable for main comms!

Vanilla huffs a laugh to the words in his ear, and deliberately shifts to plant his hooves in the sand and lean back to drop into the sand and drag Cacao over him. ]

[Again he is surprised by Vanilla's strength and gives a half yelp half laugh, planting his hands on either side of his love]

Something about this beach... I feel quite young and reckless.

Same, my love. I do not know whether it's the environment, or the company, but I cannot deny I'm-

[ Well. He patted Cacao's butt first, after all. He beams up at him, sliding his hands around to tuck his hair behind his ear for him. ]

Plus, it has been a while since we have been alone...

Very true... we have gathered a very rambunctious family.

[He rests his head against Vanilla's hand]

But it does... limit privacy.

[ That gets a smile out of him and he strokes his fingers gently across skin. ]

It does. Forgive me for admitting, but I miss sleeping skin to skin with you.

I suppose we COULD go back to doing so.

[ And risk flashing fel and cc]

Though we have a lot of skin right now...

Mmm...

[ The risk is too great, sadly, but the second comment makes him smile. ]

We will, if you help me?

[ He pushes himself up a little on one arm to tug at his top. His ridiculous old fashioned swimsuit. ]

[his hands instantly move to do just that, as if he was just waiting for permission]

This can't be comfortable with your wool...

[ Ah he can't stop giggling as he helps Cacao move to divest him of his top. It gets stuck on his horns at one point but it's nothing new, his tail wiggling. ]

It is not, but I am not comfortable yet with skin being shown.

[ Obviously he means to everyone but Cacao, cause he's wiggling his stupid bathing suit off like he's discovered something new. ]

[He knows. He recognizes the difference between him and others. They have known each other much too long for such shame.

He wonders if it's the same with Lily, or does their complicated relationship changes things? Well, he's not looking to ask that right now. Or maybe ever. It's not his business]

More for me then.

[ He stops with an amused look and presses his mouth to Cacao's. ]

Not if you don't help.

[ A tease because he's already shucked his top somewhere into a bush with Cacao's help, and he's trying to figure out how to get those stupid bottoms off without moving, finally sighing and pushing at Cacao. ]

And by help I mean move, my love.

[He grunts]

I don't want to.

[he does anyway though, watching with open curiosity ]

Well if you don't-

[ Yeah he thought so and being watched makes him a little shyer, but frankly he's having fun and refuses to let that ruin it, so he scoots away enough to push those shorts down, pulling one leg free and then another. It gets kicked somewhere with his top. ]

Don't stare like that, you've seen me before!

[he slinks back over with shocking grace for such a big man]

Yes, but this is different, isn't it?

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Oh, I don't know, maybe I'll roll over right here and go to sleep.

[ Even as he slides his hands along Cacao's shoulders, relying on touch now a lot more cause he thinks he knocked his staff over. He sees a lot of sand. Slides his hands down those scarred arms, enjoying touching along them. ]

[He reaches over Vanilla's head to try and roll the staff over but honestly he's not trying very hard. Vanilla doesn't NEED to see, he sees him every day. Touching though...]

Oh, but if you do that I have no reason to undress myself.

[ Oh that is a very dizzying view. Sand, sky, sand, Cacao! sand.

And he huffs, moving his hands back to Cacao's shoulder to skate his fingers down his back. He's gotten so much more comfortable with the other since their nightly snuggles/suffocation. ]

That's truly cruel, my heart. Get me naked and then leave yours on, even in sleep. Leave it, I don't need it.

[ About the Staff, as it closes it's eye and shuts the connection off. ]

Then I will have to be even more attentive with my hands, since you can not see.

[ theres shuffling as he pushes his shorts away]

And I suppose it WOULD be cruel, since you went through the effort of finding this place...

[ The shuffling makes his ears perk and his tail wiggle. ]

Indeed! Think of my hard work! Hmm, though I suppose I can't simply sleep if I did do all that work.

[ He leans back on his hands, his ears flipping back a little shyly but he is letting Cacao look. ]

[A pleased hum as he looks his love over. He's seen him, as he said. But looking unabashedly with what he now can recognize as hunger? That's new. He's so cute with his fluffy wool. But under that cuteness is an alluring leanness, a softness that makes his hands yearn to touch. A noble sweep to his features that would be even finer if he was at a healthier weight.]

You... are a delight.

[ Oh he knows how he looks. He's too thin, only somewhat offset by his shorter stature, marked with the reminders of the things he's done and learned. But Cacao's words make him blush, tilt his head a little shyly.

Yes, his Staff opens to look as well, the best it can with sand in the way. He reaches up to twist his fingers into Cacao's hair, tugging on the strands a little. ]

I could say the same for you, my heart. I have never seen someone as truly magnificent as you.

You flatter me.

[He reaches out to trace those magical scars. Not so different from his own tattoos. Marks of who they are and the power they choose to wield]

[ And like before the touch makes him shiver, the scars always sensitive. ]

You deserve to be flattered all the time.

[ With a cheeky smile he moves his arms to wrap them around Cacao's neck and pull with his monster strength, forcing the other down with him with a soft giggle. ]

Come here, my love.

Oof, ha!

[He laughs into Vanilla's shoulder, the sounds turning into a soft moan as they press together.]

[ The laughs makes him beam, and he works his hands into Cacao's hair, exhaling hard as well to the way they press together. A little shift of his hips is all it takes to rub up a little, his skin flushing. Enjoy the soft touch of sheared down wool. Fuzzy. ]

Ah- if only I had thought ahead.

[It's a little ticklish, but he finds he quite likes the soft wool against his erection. Enough to even rub a little more, sighing]

Well, while watching your husband fail at swimming is not usually the time most would expect to need... supplies.

[ That makes him snort out a little laugh, which turns stuttering as his cock throbs to the rub, making him arch his hips up in return to rub again. His words are turning breathy and a little excited. ]

Y-yes, well... I should have expected the beach to be romantic...

Hmmm. Perhaps. But there is still things we can do other than... that.

[he's not normally a shy cookie, but even saying it aloud is still a bit embarrassing. So foreign to their natural reality.

That doesn't mean he's not excited to eventually get there. Far from it. But there are many fun things to do with these bodies]

Privacy is in short supply but... I have had a few chances to experiment a bit.

[ Hearing it out loud makes Vanilla embarrassed as well, but also if the way his cock twitches against Cacao's, far more interested than he says. ]

Oh? Tell me?

[ His voice is soft as he asks but his expression - despite being tomato red - is interested. And cheeky. And he tugs on Cacao's hair to bring him down for a quick kiss. ]

... I think I would like to show you, actually.

[Oh, voice drop, even while still blushing a bit]

Oh... My love, how naughty.

[ He reaches out to fumble grab his staff and set it upright properly. There. And gives Cacao a heated smile. ]

[ That makes him smirk, and his hands slide down to the v of Vanilla's hips, digging in the fuzz]

Have you... done the same?

[Curious!]

[ And here comes the reason for being called Pure, because the question makes him blush furiously and clear his throat. ]

Ah, I must admit, I have not really... I am curious but...

[ Exploring himself has not been high on his list of priorities. ]

I can not blame you for it... this place is both more quiet and more chaotic than what we are used to.

[He stops rubbing against his husband, sitting back on his haunches instead, cock jutting out rather blatantly.

...and spits on his palm]

It is...

[ It's sighed out in agreeance and Vanilla tilts his head as he gets a nice full view of Cacao's cock, and Cacao will watch that red creep down further along Vanilla's body cause oh. My.

Then he's surprised out of his reverie of how uh large Cacao is by the palm spitting. It makes him jump, bleat a little, then laugh. ]

Oh, I see.

It hurts a little if your hand is too dry. It's quite sensitive.

Hm...

[ It takes a moment of shuffling to get to his knees, his hands coming up to Cacao's shoulder to push him back. One of the delights of minotaur strength, he can wrestle with Cacao and sometimes win. ]

You could ask for assistance from your loving husband, my love.

[ After all, it's not hard to know what to do. Too dry? Sliding his hands down Cacao's body - he loves it and likes touching - he shuffles himself back along Cacao's legs to be in the right position, then dips his head. If he gets attacked by a case of the shys while bent over that's between him and Cacao's cock. And he gives the tip the shyest little lick. Oh, that's not a bad taste, but he's fighting not to giggle like he's 2000 years younger. ]

Hnn?

[Excuse you sir??? He doesn't fight back though, laying back down... and realizing what was about to happen a bare moment before it does]

O...oh.

[ The giggles win for a moment over the "Oh", Vanilla feeling silly. He's an old man for crying out loud, and he's giggling over a dick. This is as far as his knowledge goes, however, other than than fumbling touches they've done before, but he can drag his tongue against Cacao's shaft to slick it up for him. The taste is stronger when he does that, thicker. Musky and earthy and slightly bitter. ]

Hmmm, Witches... is it too bitter?

[he tasted his hand after once and found it curious, and maybe not to a sweeter cookie's taste]

Not at all! [ He shifts his hand to take it, careful to brush sand off first so there's no uh grit, angling it a little as he thoughtfully drags his tongue over the tip again. ] It's bitter, but it's... you. I like it. Hm, perhaps not the sexiest thing to say.

[ As if they're discussing the taste of tea, and he smiles apologetically before licking his lips, his voice softening. ]

I do like it, though.

[He smiles at that, petting his head]

You couldn't say anything more appealing. What cookie wouldn't want to hear their partner likes their flavor?

[ That makes him huff a laugh against the skin, smiling towards him. ]

Mm, you're just saying that because I'm very close to a sensitive area.

[ He turns his head to chase Cacao's hand with his mouth, placing a kiss on the palm, before dipping back down to help slick Cacao's cock up. It's messy and inexperienced, but he licks against the hard flesh with gusto. ]

Perhaps only a little self preservatio-ah-!

[Messy it might be, but Cacao is just as inexperienced, so even sloppy little licks was heavenly]

Caaareful...

[he might come embarrassingly fast otherwise, not that he knows 'fast' or 'slow' compared to any real metric.]

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[ The warning makes him chuckle a little and pull back, licking away the strand of saliva that comes with him. ]

My apologies, my love, it is quite the addictive taste. But I believe you had something you wished to show me?

[ He pulls himself back reluctantly, settling back to watch, a hand almost shyly going to his own hard cock to squeeze it lightly. ]

[He makes a low chest-y whine at Vanilla stopping. Dark Cacao, the Dragon Lord and Ancient King does NOT pout. But his lips DO turn down a bit]

I feel I am being bullied.

[ Of course that's not a pout. ]

My dear, perish the thought! I would never bully you! You desired to show me something and I would never dream of interrupting what you wished to do!

Dark Cacao will find himself standing in a familiar place- though it is not Ourania's bedroom, the white marble and sheer curtains certainly invoke her memory, as does the nebula-like expanse outside of the arched windows. As he waits for something, anything, it's quiet and peaceful.

And then the world begins to shift. He'll find himself at the beach, standing before Ourania's statue. Everything is largely the same, save for the bitter cold, but the fruit sharks that swim through the air are circling a pile in the sand fretfully. As he walks over, he'll realize something has been unearthed: a large clutch of eggs.

He sees the cold set in, the snow pile on and the eggs freeze over- hears whimpers from within, cries for help that go unanswered.

And then he is back in the room, Ourania holding his hands. She's so much taller than him. Was she always...? She speaks softly, yet the weight will surely settle on his shoulders.

"My bitter moon... they are beside me, yet beyond my reach. The winter will kill them if they are not kept safe- I do not know if it is wise to move the clutch, as Beiwe has always been the dragon keeper... but I ask of you: find a way to keep them warm. The winter is going to be worse than before."

He recognizes where he is almost instantly, so he knows whatever he sees while here is vastly, terribly important. But even if he didn't the sight of those eggs would have yanked at his parental instincts like a fishhook. In fact, he was already moving towards them even before he returns to the goddesses home.

He squeezes her hands, a fire in his chest.

"How much time do I have?" His every instinct drives him to rush out the door as soon as he wakes, but even he can't carry that many eggs alone.

"The snow will come in weeks. Before then, frost. Ask whoever you trust, the hatchlings will need all the help they can get. If you can move them safely, they must maintain a connection to the sea however."

So bringing them back to the Grove won't work. But there are caves and less exposed areas on the beach. He's camped in worse. He will Maintain.

"Understood."

"I do not know if I can reach out as easily again soon. If there is anything else you must ask- or say- do so now, my dear."

For all of Pure Vanilla's sacrifices, the forest is still her brother-in-law's territory- she can only do so much, weakened as she is.

"What do they need to hatch? Just heat? And what food and care?" Of course he's just thinking of the Babies. Screw himself.

Dear...

"They need warmth, yes, and presence. I believe the eggs may have resurfaced intentionally for their parents, but... few can enter the Black Sun's domain freely, so it is possible that they were separated while incubating.

When they hatch, they will take milks for two weeks before their fangs are strong enough to have solids, but at that point they can eat meat and fruit- their preferences will vary as any children would. Oh, but I don't know if they can have prepared foods...

They will be young for a very long time, so you will have time to learn and know them all."

So likely they will hatch soon. Good.

"Just like any child." He remembers Choco's picky years very well. "Do not worry. I will not fail you.

"I believe in you... and if you are by my statue, pray if need be. I will do everything I can to support you as well."

Ourania squeezes his hands gently.

"Take care of them, my dear Bitter Moon. And take care of yourself, as well. I'd cry if I were to learn you were in poor health, you know. You wouldn't want that, would you?" She smiles like she's making a joke but she's very serious.

...

But it's almost time to wake.

Ourania leans down and presses a soft, motherly kiss to Cacao's forehead.

"It is time to wake now, dear one. Be safe. I believe in you."

And Cacao will awaken, the hazy purple dawn shining through the window.

[ Freezing weather and feasting aside, he couldn't let Cacao's gift to him go unreciprocated, feeling the Resolution on his finger stronger every day. So he went to the Guardians and eventually came back with a gift.

Then had to figure out how to make that gift wearable for the daily. Dark Cacao may, at one point, find a hair tie missing.

Only to find it again, placed in the same spot it had once been, but this time with a long rainbow feather woven carefully into it. ]

[He blinks when he spots the bit of oiled leather now sporting a honestly beautiful feather. It takes him a moment to recognize it as Aurora's- having seen the Guardian so recently he knows who's feather that is.

He carefully picks it up, and feels the magics coursing through it]

How...?

A gift.

[ Cacao probably heard the click of Vanillas hooves coming up behind him before he speaks up, the minotaur smiling serenely as his Staff stares at his husband. ]

May it protect you where and when I cannot.

A... Vanilla, you did not need to get me anything.

[Yet he knew he probably would regardless]

I know.

[ He wanders over, setting hit Staff aside to take the hair tie from Cacao, then step around behind his husband and reach up to take Cacao's hair in gentle hands. And slowly he begins to plait it into a braid, weaving the feather in with it. ]

Yet, too, how could I not? Your very heart lays on my finger. It strengthens and soothes me in equal measure.

[ A smile as he leans his head forward to rub a horn against one of Cacao's shoulders in love and affection, careful of the hair he's dutifully braiding still. ]

This the the least I could give in return. If ever you suffer a mortal wound, it will recall you from that brink. Should you either need or desire it, it shall grant you flight. And for an hour every day, wind and light are at your command.

So many... perhaps I should have asked for the ring to be enchanted as well?

[A revival from death? That alone would be so much]

Oh, my love, these come no where near your gift.

[ He ties the braid off carefully, then moves around to Cacao's front, his hand gliding against his shoulders as he tilts his head up to smile at him. Or well, he hopes it's at him, the Staff can't see well from this angle hanging up as it is. ]

Since reviving, I have felt empty. Not just from my healing magic being taken from me, but from the silence and lack of the Light of Truth. [ Or... whatever/whoever it really was. ] I was confident I would be all right, I was a Cookie before I was a Bearer, and I had survived well enough as that. But I had forgotten how very long ago that was, and to suddenly be mortal again...

[ He rubs his thumb against the ring, his expression turning softer, if possible. ]

I cannot hear Resolution, it is not mine, but I can feel it. Faint as it is, it's still there. It's you, your heart and love patching the emptiness. You make me feel whole again.

Vanilla...

[His voice hitches slightly as he speaks, and by the end his eyes brim with tears he does not bother trying to hold back]

I... will admit I was scared. Have been since the day you first broke your Jam. As those Chosen by the Jams it is our duty to give of our selves for Cookiekind. And we would not have been selected if it was not already in our natures to do so. Yet... every time I saw you put yourself on the plate I wanted to scream. Not just your Jam, but-

[he reaches up to lightly touch the flower collar with his fingertips]

-the Corruption. The Oripathy... I know you would not be the cookie I love if you did otherwise, yet I still found myself grieving and... perhaps even resentful. That Lily and I would lose you. That a piece of you could never, truly, belong just to me.

[He lowers his hand, the tears flowing freely now]

But... to hear that a little of my Jam eases your suffering even a little... I could not be happier.

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[ Oh, his heart. Both the thing and the man. His expression can't help but crumble a little as he reaches up as his husbands hand lowers, to curve his palm against his cheek. To wipe away the tears that flow there. ]

I'm sorry, my love. I so often delve into what I can give of myself for others, that I do not lay my eyes upon the suffering I may be causing in the people I love the most by doing so.

[ Or, if he does, he considers it a small price to pay for the betterment of everyone. Ah, his alternate memories tell him how easily he could have followed Lily, because he's truly a lot like her in some things. He tugs Cacao's face down so their foreheads rest together, his other hand coming up as well to slide back into his husbands hair, careful not to pull the braid out. But to merely take a hold on him. ]

You do far more for me than you realize, or that I may vocalize. Your presence has been the strength I've been leaning on this entire time, or I would not have had it for my decisions. I... I fear that means I have taken you for granted, that willpower of yours to hold me up. I am truly sorry.

[ He drags his hand against Cacao's face again, then tilts to kiss the tears away. ]

The little piece of Jam may quiet the hole in me the loss of my own has caused, but it has always been you that has been what holds me up the most. You are my strength.

[He rests his head against Vanilla's, eyes closing and taking in strength from his words. He does not know if Lily has had a similar conversation with him yet- not since the one they were both there for. He knows she is not one to not speak her thoughts when she found them important.

But also the two mages are... painfully similar. He lost them both that long ago day. He could not bear it again.]

But do not forget you are mine as well. My Resolution stands as long as I have something. Someone. To protect and fight for. I beg you, do not break my heart, Vanilla.

I will never break your heart, my love. I promise.

[ Though he's unsure of how strong he can be for Cacao now, the Resolution on his finger that pulses with a beat that matches Cacao's heart helps bolster the idea that he can. It emboldens him, helps him make a decision.

His voice is soft, for Cacao only. ]

I have given all I can give to this world. For you, for Lily, I shall give no more. What is of me as I am now is entirely yours. I vow this, my heart. My world.

[he sighs so deeply it sounds like he's deflating]

Thank you. Like you told me to trust the fresher cookies, trust me and Lily to continue your efforts. And not just us.

[ The noise breaks his heart. How long has Cacao been needing to hear that? He shifts his arms to hold Cacao down to him tighter, soothing his hands over the braid, and turning to kiss his ear gently. ]

I trust you. With everything. And I'm sorry.

[ And Cacao may be the one leading him to bed, but Vanilla is definitely trying to urge him forward a little faster. ]

Eager. Calm, me nor the bed is going anywhere.

Ah, but it is so dreadfully cold.

[ He tilts his ears back towards Cacao, trying so hard to hide his smile and look concerned, tail wiggling away. ]

I fear we must both be under covers swiftly.

Oh, I see- for your safety I will of course hurry.

[In the room they go... and Cacao locks the door just to be safe. They have many housemates after all]

[ The click of the door lock doesn't go unnoticed, his ears flicking gently and his smile turning a little roguish. And the moment they're safe, he whirls around to grab Cacao's other hand and use his Minotaur strength to pull at the same time he backs up into the bed, to drag Cacao down with him. ]

Oof- haha!

[ his own strength is enhanced now, but he can not resist the power of Sheep. He laughs into the crook of Vanilla's throat, delighted]

You have a lot of energy for a cookie that is freezing to death.

[ Ugh Cacao's laugh is always delightful and it makes Vanilla laugh as well, before trying to cover it up. ]

Ah! Do we not become fiercely strong in moments of desperation?

[ He grins and wraps his leg around one of his husbands, quite pleased with his clothes from home allowing him to do so much more freely. Then wraps his arms around Cacao's head, fingers finding the new horns to investigate them better. Just light touches before wrapping around them to secure Cacao's head in his arms entirely.

So he can kiss the top of his head with vigor and enthusiasm. ]

[he is caught! His new tail wiggles in delight. His horns, at the touch, are clearly built like antlers. The texture more bone-like than Vanilla's own horns]

A last rush of energy, indeed. Here, shall we crawl under the quilt?

Hm? Oh, yes. The quilt.

[ Oh right, his ruse. The ruse specially to get Cacao into bed like they weren't already going there. He pulls away long enough to try and look like he's seeking warmth, but all he does is grab the edge of the sheets and quilt and roll them onto them. Considering they're still laying on them, it's not very effective. ]

There.

[ Then he grabs Cacao's face with his hands to hold him there and kiss him all over. ]

[He chuckles... and it rumbles in his chest in a way it never could before. As if his diaphragm itself is changes by his new form]

There we are, nice and comfortable.

[ Oh the rumbling is new and makes him pause briefly to appreciate it, hands slipping down to rest on Cacao's chest to feel it. Then his tail wiggles - a noticeable sound against the covers - and he proceeds to try and look uncomfortable. ]

Ah, now I am afraid I'm too warm! One second!

[ There is a lot of wiggling that occurs as Vanilla begins to undo his clothes without moving out from under Cacao. ]

[Cacao moves to do the same... and doesn't take his eyes off Vanilla as he does- not that his staff can see his husband's smoldering look from this angle. But maybe he can feel the heat of it regardless]

It is all that wool.

[ His Staff may not be able to see the look Cacao is giving him, but Cacao in turn can't see the way the Staff leers as he watches his husband follow suit. Though he can watch Vanilla abandon his own clothes in helping Cacao shed his, then just gently touch what skin he can to figure out what else has changed. ]

Ah, you may have a point, perhaps I should sheer it down again?

Ah, but it has it's charm.

[He's so cute when he's fluffy. Cacao is much less cute, and the scales are shockingly more leathery on his torso. Flexible and unlikely to scrape or cut him when they are body to body like this. The distribution is heavier on his back and shoulders, thinning out on his front.]

[ Cacao may think he's less cute, but Vanilla thinks he's gorgeous, his fingers finding the soft scales and tracing them with fascination. Follow the line of them along his torso, up onto his back and shoulders, oohing softly. ]

Well, if you think it's charming, my heart, who am I to take it away from you? How well do these feel?

Duller then my human dough, but not completely dead.

[As if to prove it the scales ripple and shift as the muscle under them react to Vanilla's petting, like stroking a snake]

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Hm!

[ Which means they can handle a little bit of harder teasing. He will tuck that information away for later. For now, he lets his fingers wander up to Cacao's horns again, thoughtful. ]

And these? Are they much like my own?

[ His horns don't "feel". He can feel the pressure of course, and he knows if he were to snap one off and hit the middle sinus, it would be agonizing and bleed. ]

I suspect so. Just pressure. If you wish we could now clash against each other.

[Fight him sheepboy]

[ !

That makes his tail wiggle wildly against the bedding. ]

My darling husband. Is that a challenge?

Perhaps! I have known enough sugarsheep to see how they are!

[ and has had enough of Vanilla's gentle bonks to know he must yearn to really go out]

[ He's not wrong, because the moment Cacao seems to agree, Vanilla's face lights up.

And he plants his hands on the bed so he can push himself up hard and fast enough to just

slam his horns into Cacao's with intent.

His tail is still wiggling wildly away in delight. ]

[ the noise he makes is startled but not pained- he should have expected it! Gathering his wits he laughs and clatters his antlers againts those horns roughly]

[ The noise Vanilla makes in return is a pleased bleat (very happily MLEH sounding), and he turns his head to roughly rub his horns against Cacaos, pulling back only a bit to conk them together again. The different shapes make it a little difficult to make sure they only hit each others horns, but it's doable and it's done with gusto.

He'll pause long enough to steal a kiss, then throw his arms around Cacao's neck to wrestle him into a roll, trying to gain the upper hand. ]

[ in their current forms the wrestle is much more even then it might once have been. And Cacao ends up on his back, though his tail is coiled around his husband tightly by the end]

What a rowdy beast.

[ "Dominance" won, Vanilla sits with a self-satisfied expression on his face, straddling Cacao's waist and his hands going to the tail around him. To gently pet from the tip up along it, fascinated. ]

Now now, you are the one who broached the subject, knowing full well what it would stir up!

[ He smiles delightedly down at Cacao and leans back.

Cacao should full well know that's a spring loaded movement. ]

[Oh, he certainly recognizes it, and tilts his head down at the proper angle so their horns can clash without anyone poking an eye out]

[ This time as they as they clack together, Vanilla won't go right into trying to rough him up. Okay, well, he does a little - just tilting his head back and forth to rub his horns against his husbands and move Cacao's head around - but mostly he slides down along them until he can smoosh his face into Cacao's.

And kiss him with as much fierceness as the headbutt, teeth digging lightly into his bottom lip to coax them open so he can lick his tongue against the soft inner line of it. ]

[Ah. One might be forgiven for forgetting why they were here. But oddly enough Cacao certainly has not- his body already stirring from their wrestling, and he can't resist rubbing up against Vanilla as the minotaur nips his mouth. He opens to him eagerly, and his tail coils even tighter, soft leather-y scales skirting against his chest]

[ His noises are soft but eager as Cacao opens for him, and he dips inwards, sliding his tongue along Cacao's as he rocks his hips down to grind in return. The tail tightening makes him exhale though his nose and moan quietly into Cacao's mouth.

Oh he rather likes that.

With a gentle touch he urges the tail to help him move, knowing his husband likes to control as much as be controlled, and this way both can occur. Plus if Cacao is moving him, grinding his growing arousal down against the one thickening against him, he can focus on breaking the kiss and moving to attack Cacao's neck with little nipping kisses. ]

[Cacao picks up the hint quickly, delighted by the chance to use his new appendage. He wonders if the dragon royals knew he would be using their blessing for something like this... but after hearing their banter he suspects even if they didn't know they certainly wouldn't mind it.

He slides his love back and forth, his free hands able to slide up to run his claws through Vanilla's hair as he bruises up his neck]

[ The control Cacao has over his tail makes Vanilla hum in delight, breathing harder as he's moved against his husband, letting him control the pace. Though he's still very riled up, and that monster in him wants to just sit on that cock and take whats rightfully his. He won after all. So while he moans to the motion and hte claws in his hair, against his scalp, he reaches his hands up to take hold of Cacao's horns in return. Grip tight and bend his husbands head back just enough to batten his teeth and lips onto his throat. ]

[Oh, that makes him groan. It still shocks and delights him whenever Vanilla shows off that minotaur power. Not that he particularly wants to be manhandled.

Mostly.

But not having to hold and touch with kid gloves is quite exciting. The end of his tail slides up and down along his love's spine]

I can feel the hunger radiating off of you, my love.

[ The soft slide up his back makes him shiver and sigh softly into Cacao's throat, sitting himself up, flushed. A little embarrassed, maybe. ]

Ah. I do think our little sparring has done something to me. I feel-

[ He ponders. How does he feel? Riled up. Heated. Wild. His tail wiggles and he huffs, a deep noise that isn't quite a bleat and isn't quite a grunt. He shifts himself a little to get his cheeks against Cacao's cock, wiggling to sandwich it between them so he can rock to slide like that. ]

-Ah, hungry is a good term...

Hmm, yes. I think I understand. These bodies.. their hungers are new and strange. But I find they have their... benifits.

[sexual arousal was a trippy thing to get used to, but getting off is a deight he will miss if they manage to return home. His cock throbs against those soft cheeks, and he gently slides against them]

Indulge yourself in me.

[ Oh he agrees to the benefits, making a noise of delight as Cacao moves with him and he can feel the heat gliding against his hole as he presses back. ]

Mm, may I?

[ While he's been aroused before, horny before, this is quite something else. It can't be a mating rut, it's not the season, but it certainly feels like it. He bends down again to press his mouth to Cacao's and murmurs: ]

Then do not move, my love.

[ So he can get up and quickly - his own cock bobbing in aching arousal - move to find some lubricant. He keeps it stocked.

Cause he quite likes sex. ]

[Cacao does as asked, stretching his arms above his head, releasing Vanilla from his tail.

...and if the now free tail lazily goes back to giving Cacao the stimulation Vanilla's ass was a moment before? Well, who can blame him?]

[ Who could blame him indeed? Vanilla pauses in his searching to simply watch for a moment through the Staff, a smile curling onto his lips. The lazy up and down of that tail... mm... maybe he'll ask his husband to simply please himself as he -

No, later maybe, he wants that cock in him.

Hastening back with the lubricant, he kneels on the bed to bend down, push the tail out of the way, and fit his mouth around the tip of Cacao's cock without so much as a hello. Sucks hard and rubs his tongue briskly around and over it, digging into the slit, before coming off with a pop and a satisfied ah of delight. Delicious. ]

[He didn't expect Vanilla to go right for him like that, so his voice cracks a bit as he groans]

Ah Vanilla... you make me ache so...

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Mm, I hope to make you ache even more, my heart.

[ He will take his slow sweet time crawling up Cacao's body, however, dropping kisses along the curve of muscles and scars, before sitting himself upright. Precisely back where he wants to be, Cacao's cock curved up against his cheeks, lovingly being sandwiched against them.

His tail wiggles a bit, brushing soft wool over the leaking tip. He pauses. ]

Would you like to watch...?

[ It takes a few days, but eventually Affogato makes his way to the Cookie house and knocks on the door. And when Cacao answers it? He will give him a look, heated and dark, his skin flushed and cherry red, his furs bundled up high against the cold. ]

Show me. Show me you can treat me as well as you treat the other two. Show me you have enough love left to bury me in it. Give it to me.

[ ... Those heated eyes and red skin isn't just from desire, or the cold, however. Cause as soon as Affogato stops talking, he sneezes. A violently shockingly high-pitched CHEW! noise, and he scowls. ]

And give me tea.

[Cacao did not expect to see him again any time soon. Both because he suspected that, once he was away from Cacao... Affogato would have a realization of, honestly, good sense. Cacao was honest about his desire, but that didn't change the reality of the situation... and Affogato was a greedy creature. He knew that long before.... this... between them. Even his request to think felt more like a cream to an arrow wound- nice, but unlikely to change anything.

And he was willing to accept that. His passions were strong, but his discipline stronger- no matter how much he had wanted to chase him down. Even if he suspected chasing him and ravishing him would have got him exactly what he wanted, it would not have been at all fair or kind. And he hoped he had grown past such emotional explosions. Maybe.

But seeing him now with that look sets something off in him... something calmed instantly by the sneeze, he gestures him inside]

You're sick.

[ He will step inside instantly - gratefully - but instead of worrying about his cold, he presses into Cacao instead. His furs are chilly, sorry, so he'll start shedding them so as to not ice the other. ]

A mild cold. Nothing to fret ov-

[ Hngkg... get sneezed on, Cacao, Affogato's demeanor instantly shifting, dropping the attempt at seduction and becoming genuine. Contrite, as he delicately wipes the sneeze off Cacao and clears his throat. ]

Sorry...

[His eyes widen a bit at the press in, not discouraging at all. Then-

-ah]

Do not apologize. Let's warm you up before anything else.

[He starts taking the furs to hang up by the door to drip, his own and various coats and boots also decorating the area.]

[ The sigh he utters is petulant, but he will agree, carefully discarding the outer layer of furs.

And if his inner layer is any indication, he came ready to absolutely climb on Cacao and take what he wants. They're warm enough but designed for a quick removal. ]

For the record, this is not how I was planning on this going.

[ A pause, a sly look. ]

The Soul Jam keeps you healthy, does it not?

[ Without waiting for an answer, he surges forward to grip Cacao by the shoulders and pull him - well try to pull him - into a kiss. ]

[Ah, so that full body press was exactly what he read it as. Affogato is right, he can't get sick in any meaningful way, so when his lips are attacked he kisses back. His hands move to bury in that soft looking hair he's wanted to touch for quite a long time]

[ And for the return and the touch he gets a sighed moan into his mouth. Affogato is definitely no passive player, and he lifts his leg to curl it around Cacao's hip, his hands moving to dig into Cacao's hair in return.

Tighten his fists in against the strands and pulls, bites against his lips with want and need.

And then quickly pulls away to turn his head quickly and sneeze to the side. ]

For Ovens Sake! Will this world let me have what I want for once!

[ GRUMP. ]

[He laughs, eyes crinkling with pleasure and amusement]

Come, I will start the kettle.

[He untangles from Affogato- sorry, but as the Bearer of Resolution his will is iron tight on his libido as much as it is on everything else in his life]

[ You're laughing. He's dying of want - and slowly building snot in his sinuses - and you're laughing. He sighs with all the despair of a dying man denied his last rites, and lets Cacao pull away from him. ]

Very well, but you are not off the hook~ I will get what I want.

[ Miserably he moves to settle himself on the couch as if he's lived there his entire life, looking pathetic as he digs some tissue out of his clothes to wipe his nose. ]

I would not dream of denying you- but surely you will enjoy my attentions more if you can breath properly?

Mm, it does mean more time spent kissing.

[ The soft look makes him warm inside and he's again reminded of Cacao protecting him, several times.

He studies the man, his voice thoughtful. ]

You truly meant it. You will give me as much love as any other.

[He had started to turn towards the kitchen, but stops, looking over his shoulder. Gaze heavy]

I have been many things in my life. Many of them far from admirable. But I have never been known as a liar.

[And with that off he goes. Close enough to still speak to, but out of sight]

[ His heart aches, but in a good way. The same way he feels with Mizuki. The strangeness of being seen and loved, without any hooks. Just... the desire to be with him.

Can he truly do this then? Can he share and be happy and not ruin it for himself?

His voice is softer yet, still audible, with Cacao out of sight. He wants to say it, he needs to. Even if it feels odd, even if it aches. ]

I love you.

[His own voice is less soft, but warm regardless]

And I you. Even if this... does not work out, that will not change. I am your King and your friend, regardless.

[His heart would ache, but he knows he would not be able to be without this cookie in some form or another now.]

Hm~

[ He grabs one of the blankets on the couch and wraps it around himself, as if trying to keep the warm feeling inside.

He does his best not to sneeze on it. ]

Indeed~ Whatever becomes of this, you are my King and friend. I truly do not care about the tea, please come here?

[He peeks back through the door, a kettle in hand]

Are you sure? We have licorice root.

[ OOGH HE'S CUTE.

He hesitates and sighs, lips curling. ]

Oh fine, but only if you join me, my King~

[ The King is said with a very different tone than normal. ]

[His slit eyes dilate that that]

It will not take long.

[Off he goes!]

[ Oh he sees that, and he hums a little noise that may be a purr, his tail lashing hard against the floor.

The purr turns into a choking cough and he curses something very vile, then flops himself sideways onto the couch. ]

This is your fault. [ Whiny. ] Making me stand in the cold, reading fortunes of woe. I will be very demanding.

Is that so? I would have thought you would like a chance to flex your skill.

Mm... it was nice to remind myself of my abilities.

[ Plip, plap, plip. Tail flicking back and forth like a cats. ]

And to re-impress you~ Did it work?

I had no doubts in that regard. You did well.

[The stove can be heard heating the water, and Cacao shuffling around, his tail thumping against the floor]

[ His smirk is very cat got the cream. ]

Keep praising me, I do so love to hear it.

If I praise you too much you will become complacent.

[There's a hint of tease there]

Me?! My King, you wound me so.

[ He can tease back, his tail curling up over the couch. ]

Shall I praise you instead? [ Sultry, husky, and not just cause he's trying not to cough. ] Shall I tell my King of how my heart soared when you protected me? When I see you in battle, fierce and powerful?

It was not the first time you have seen me fight.

[But the first time with his new power. Cacao DOES sound a little pleased. His steps grow closer and, oop! There's the tea! Two cups, one thick with honey and both with the sharp slightly sweet bitter tang of licorice that soaked the very sea air of home]

Maybe not, yet it is always a treat to see my King in full glory.

[ And he perks to the tea, pushing himself up from his lounging so he can take the one thick with honey. He knows that's one for him, and he immediately sips it with delight.

It soothes his throat instantly and tugs away the need to cough, making him sigh - with a slight little deliberate moan. ]

Ah, you know me so well already~ Yet I cannot wait until you know me further.

[ he blushes but doesn't fluster. Seems Vanilla has put in work getting Cacao used to his lusts

He reaches out, lightly tilting Affogato's chin]

Drink it all, then we can retire to the den. Unless you want A.B.A to walk in?

[ His chin being tilted makes him blink, then smile sweetly-

-then grimace like Cacao threw cold water on him to the mention of A.B.A. ]

Hmph! She would, just to be a pain in my side.

[ He reaches up with one hand to catch Cacao's, tilting to place a little kitten like lick on his finger, then let go so he can drink his tea. Slowly, so he doesn't scald his mouth, enjoying the thick honey and licorice.

But he will curl that long snake-like tail around to begin wrapping around Cacao, curling it in loops. ]

[His fingers are seasoned with stronger tea flavor from brewing the drink, and a glance of drying sticky honey.

It makes him smile, and he sits to drink as well. it IS one of his favorite blends, after all]

[ And as Cacao gets himself comfortable, Affogato instantly brings his legs up onto the couch to curl in against him, snuggling into his side like he's trying to stuff himself into his skin.

But he's being good otherwise and sipping his tea, humming gently as it works to sooth away some of the head pain.

His tail is being anything but good, sliding like a boa along his King. ]

[And as soon as he's settled, Cacao drapes an arm over, sipping his tea with his other hand. He doesn't acknowledge the tail exploring his torso, outside his brows raising slightly. Not stopping him, even smiling slightly into his cup]

[ Warm. Warm and smells of cacao, over the scent of licorice and honey. The non-reaction he gets from his tail makes him hum, obviously. Narrow his eyes thoughtfully, side eye a little. Is Cacao smiling?

Oh, he sees.

Very well~ If his King wants to play. He closes his eyes contently to simple snuggle in-

-as the tip of his tail begins to lightly explore, the main body of it coiled around Cacao in a firm hold. Just gliding along the muscles he feels under those clothes, the muscles in his tail squeezing and relaxing to help move along as the tip drags along. Hmmmmmm, there must be a little somewhere he can sneak in. ]

[ ever since he gained his own Blessings, Cacao has used his tail in many ways. Up to and including for pleasure. But having one coiled around HIM is new, and he finds it quite... pleasant? Not just in the fondling but in the wrapping pressure. He has no idea if this was always a thing for him, or if it came in the snake-like dragon package. His stomach and abs flex in turn with the tail.

Cacao, even in this horrific weather, dresses close to Ridge tradition. SO his clothing is easy to get into once where it folds together is found]

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[ And once he does, he sneaks his tail in. Just the tip, tickling lightly against hard muscle and rugged skin.

Then with a soft chuckle flicks it teasingly across him in a quick slap, before carefully unwinding, eyes amused. ]

I am almost finished with my tea~

[Ah, a tease for a tease. His eyes glance over, narrowed in annoyance. More in balance he might be, but old tempers aren't completely lost]

So you are.

[he drinks his last bit in one long pull, putting the cup down on the table]

How are you feeling?

[ There it is.

Oh he loves Cacao's new resolution, of course. But that temper.... His alternate memories tells him what it would be like.

The question makes him hm as he finishes his own as well, the licorice thick on his tongue as he sets it aside. Then shifts himself away from Cacao to throw his knee over his lap, sit himself down properly in a straddle. ]

Why don't you see for yourself?

[ He leans forward to pretty their mouths together, coax Cacao's open so he can lick his tongue against his and share the last taste of licorice. ]

[And he chases it, seeming intent on testing Affogato's ability to breath very... thoroughly. With a barely restrained hunger, slotting their mouths together eagerly and not in a rush to break it]

[ Thanks to the tea he's breathing just fine so far, his noise as hungry as Cacao's restraint, as it gets devoured by the other. He pulls back only a bit, biting against Cacao's bottom lip hard. ]

There was somewhere else we could go? Because I will no longer be holding back. If we do not head someplace else, I fear everyone may be in for quite a show...

[Cacao is a bit breathless himself, honestly. A slow boiling desire in him being indulged after months of almosts. He blinks a few times, clearing his mind so he can actually understand Affogato's words]

Ah, yes. Follow me.

[He has a grim feeling Affogato would either be enraged or twistedly pleased if they used his marriage bed. But no- while this isn't cheating, it would feel... tactless to do that, even if Vanilla and Lily were gone all day. And with all their schedules that is unlikely.

Instead, he heads to the stairs downstairs]

I have my own space.

[ Oh he would love to defile that bed. To leave his mark upon it, his sweat and fluids. And it takes a bit for him to get up off Cacao so they can move, but he will follow dutifully, tail sliding lightly against hte ground in a hiss.

And he knows where they're going, his voice soft. ]

I remember...

[ Sitting there watching Cacao paint with his new set, feeling the rising need to kiss him. Fleeing.

Then poisoning his husband and biting his future possible wife. Oops.

He sighs and slips his hand into Cacao's, folding their fingers together, being greedy. He wants... everything. Every little ounce of whatever Cacao can give him. He wants to see if they can work together, he wants to see where it goes. ]

Do you need new inks yet~? I am sure I can get you a few more.

I've added more furniture since then. Not a bed, I apologize. But some bit of comfort.

As for my inks... they are getting low, but are not out yet. I use it often.

[Down they go and he does in fact have a plush armchair and a big couch- wide enough for him to nap when he stays up too late reading or writing and doesn't want to wake his husband or Lily.]

I do not need a bed.

[ He needs Cacao. It's like a burning under his skin like a fever. ~~Which may be an actual fever~~. He glances around with a thoughtful look.

He's going to have to decorate if this becomes their space. Place his little touches around, so Cacao never forgets him. Comes here to escape and is wrapped in him, no matter what. His scent, his style.

He hums lightly and steps in against Cacao's back, sliding an arm around his waist and resting his head against his shoulder, his tail curling up into a coil behind him. ]

How much will you give me....

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I would ask "how much do you want?", but we both know the answer to that.

[one of the benifits of Affogato being close to his height. Vanilla matches him in strength and can carry him around if he wants, but the healer even as a minotaur is quite slight. A head on the shoulder needs sitting down. His own tail looses loops around him]

Do you wish to hear the answer anyways?

[ He moves his mouth to Cacao's ear, drops his voice to a soft purr. ]

Everything.

[ He enjoys the tail around him with a soft sigh, his own uncoiling to find Cacao's and wind around it in turn. ]

I want to feel you in every inch of me, I want your taste to linger still come the next day. I want you to bring me to breaking.

[ He nips hard at the lobe he was murmuring against. ]

Then break me.

[His words make him shiver, tail clenching.]

Are you sure? I have not intention of being a cookie that breaks all around me anymore. Surely I have crumbled you enough?

[The overwhelming anger in him has largely cooled, solidified into something stronger but perhaps a bit less exciting]

[ That's cute and amuses him, and he keeps his long tail coiled around Cacao's as he steps around in front of him, hand trailing on his shoulder. ]

I know. Anger is not... you, anymore.

[ Which clashes with his memory. No, not his. He slides his hands up to cup Cacao's face, long nails stroking against his jaw. ]

But you don't need anger to break someone. There are sweeter ways to break a person.

[ He shifts his arms up, settling them on Cacao's shoulders instead now, fingers going back into his hair as he steps forward, sliding his thigh up against Cacao's as he presses them together. He didn't take any strength from the dragons, so he can't push Cacao like he'd like to, but he can press his body in obvious intent to move the other over to the couch to get him to sit. ]

[And Affogato doesn't need strength to push him. Like a puppet on a strong Cacao moves with his will, backing up and sitting on the plush couch, staring up at Affogato with his normal intensity]

There are... many ways to get what one wants.

[Affogato is a master in alternate methods, this he knows]

[ He wonders if Cacao knows how much he likes hearing those words. They make Affogato smile and move to kneel on either side of Cacao's thighs, sit himself down on his lap. ]

There are.

[ He doesn't have to seduce him. He doesn't have to use the tricks of his old trade. And- and if he's truthful, he wants to erase that memory of Cacao's roughness from his memories. That Affogato got what he wanted but at a price.

Many ways... ]

Would it shock and surprise you if I said the manner in which I want you to break me is gentle? Tender?

A little, perhaps. But we are not the same men we were before. Why would we want the same things? Do the same things?

[His hands rest on his hips, blunt claws rubbing slightly]

Precisely~ And I admit [ He might as well, if he wants this to work between them, he should be truthful ] rough was always just a tactic. Seduction a tool.

[ He scoots himself a little forward so he can rest his forehead on Cacao's. ]

Not that I don't love it, in my own way, but I would rather you fill me slowly until I can think of nothing else.

[And his hands raise from hips to lightly cup his face]

I think... we both are overdue for some kindness. Some softness.

[His awakening, his time here, his life with Vanilla and Lily... he will never be fully healed. But there are things he can appreciate for what they are now. Affogato, he realizes, is one of them.]

[ The cupping makes him hum and lean into the touch a bit. ]

Then show me, my King. Cacao. Show me how soft you can be.

[ He brushes his mouth against Cacao's. A soft kiss compared to the previous one. There's still hunger there but it's tempered. The best Affogato can. ]

[ he knows he's tormenting that hunger sonewhat. He still has that bon-crushing passion in him, but Affogato wanted to see if Cacao could love him fully. And both sides need to be enough.

He kisses back, then turns to deposit his dear advisor on the couch, letting him bounce slightly]

Do not doubt, I can have you begging for mercy like this just as easily.

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Ha!

[ The not so gentle deposit onto the couch makes him smirk, his tail helping him shift himself up towards the arm of it, so he can sprawl languidly, his eyes narrowed in amusement. ]

Can you? I do not beg easily, if at all. Demand, yes. Beg? Mm...

[ He turns his hand thoughtfully, staring at his nails, one leg moving in invitation to the floor, the other resting against the back of the couch. He will play. ]

Prove it. Make me beg for it.

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[And he takes that invitation gladly, crawling between his legs, tail sliding against the spread leg]

Testing my resolution? Daring.

[ For a brief moment something tenses in Affogatos shoulders, before oozing away. He knows Cacao, and he trusts him. He reaches out to grip his hair, carding his fingers through those silken strands, grinning like a prowler with it's eyes on the prize. ]

Is it truly a test? Surely your Resolution is at its strongest.

[This close, even he notices the tension. He pauses, brow quirking a bit in question, even as their banter continues]

It is always strong and at ready.

[ He hesitates a little, then offers a soft smile to the pause. ]

A memory.

[ He'll offer more later, shifting his arms to set around Cacao's shoulder and tug him closer, his tail finding and curling around Cacao's, sliding up the length of it with the tip. ]

Oh~? And is it... rigid? Unyielding? Able to stand up to constant battering?

[ He's trying not to laugh. He likes human dicks don't get him wrong but... ]

[A tiny nod. If Affogato wants to explain, he will. But his amusement is contagious, and Cacao smiles crookedly]

Indeed. I am cacao in all ways.

[ That makes him chuckle, deep and throaty, and he purrs. ]

Let me see if I can make you melt in my mouth then, hm?

[ He tugs Cacao in for a soft kiss, before ah fuck it'ing in his head and biting harder into it. He's not sweet, he's not tender. It's just not him and if Cacao wants it he can go to his sheep. He nips hard against Cacao's mouth, pinching against those lips. A viper trying to sink his mark in. ]

[And Cacao growls slowly into the biting kiss, his tail lashing back and forth lazily. He nips back just as eagerly. He may love him and Vanilla both, but he would never consider them the same as each other.]

[ Witches, yes. That's what he wants. He truly does want this man to break him open. His moan into Cacaos mouth says as much, his tail moving to Cacaos and wrap around the lashing appendage.

And he parts his lips to coax Cacao to do the same, but the moment he falls for his trap, he's dipping his tongue into his mouth. Exploring and claiming it, tasting bitter cacao and licorice. ]

[Being tangled makes the tail stop wagging, coiling in turn. Making a scaly knot between them- though the furred tip of Cacao's keeps twitching back and forth with restrained energy. The so called trap makes him purr into the kiss, his own tongue rising to meet him. Bitter sweet that has always lured him, no matter how much he resisted.

His tail stopped means his hands start moving instead, sliding down Affogato's torso to try and get a feel for his shape. No furs or long flowing robes to hide it from him now.]

[ The tongue gets teased in return, Affogato licking and darting to avoid it, lips curving into the kiss as he arches his body up to meet Cacao's hands. Cacao'll find the other slightly more plumper due to the fact Affogato's been able to eat whatever sweets he wants. Soft and yielding. He hums into Cacao's mouth and pulls back just a bit, his voice low and wicked. ]

Do not tell me you are waiting for an invite, My King~ Or would you rather I demand? Unwrap me.

[ He shifts his legs to get one between Cacao's, sliding it up to rub his thigh up against Cacao's groin with a devious little grin. ]

I need no demands.

[Yet even so, he's happy to start parting those winter robes to the warm soft skin under them. He might not have ever undressed Affogato specifically, but he knows the style of clothing well enough to move with confidence]

You have been eating well.

[No judgement at all. If anything it's a surprised pleasure]

[ Oh this is rather nice, and Affogato wastes no time in moving his hands into Cacao's robes in return, fingers easily finding the catches and ties to undo them. Because he knows them. His alternate self graciously gave him those memories.

The words make him hum, glancing down at himself, then quickly up to Cacao. Just to make sure he's- oh he seems pleased about it. Good. ]

I have been allowed to indulge in all manner of confection~ No more meting out royal jellies.

[ He has been carefully watching so he doesn't get too thick, but he's definitely curved. But enough about him, and he presses his palms against Cacao's skin the moment he can get it bared to him, nails grazing as he traces. ]

[And Cacao helpfully slides an arm from the sleeve so the upper half of his robe can pool at his waist, giving Affogato even more flesh to scrape]

Indulge... well, it is not jellies, but I will happily indulge you even more.

Oh yes...

[ He will indulge. He hums in delight as he lets his fingers trail, greedily touching against scars, over and around muscles. Oh he can't stop himself either, he leans forward and drags his tongue up along the middle of his pecs, eyes flicking upwards after. ]

Do you know how long I have waited...?

[He shivers with that tongue on his chest. Of course his dear advisor would be clever with his mouth.

he can't wait to find out how clever indeed.]

Far too long, apparently. If you are this hungry.

[As nice as the adoration of his chest is though, it's past time for him to make his own appreciation known, now that Affogato's robe is open. So he leans in, nosing his way to his throat to mouth there]

Ahaha, for too long indeed...

[ He's about to dig his teeth into the meat one of when Cacao leans in instead and he shudders a little to the touch, tilting his head back for the touch to his throat. He slides his hands up to Cacao's shoulders, squeezing and rubbing gently as he explores. Any scales he finds are met with delight, scratched at so Cacao can feel him there, as he brings his knee up along side his hip. To dig his feet into clothes at his waist and begin to push, using his toes to hook where he can.

There is no inch of Cacao allowed to escape him. ]

All the way. I want to taste you.

[There are many more scales under the robe, tracing his shoulders and spine. Dark and blade smooth.]

You wish to see all there is? Very well.

[He has to sit up more to get out of his pants and under things, his tail arching and slithering from it's slit]

[ And as Cacao strips, Affogato's look is predatory. Uncurling his tail from around the other so he can move, and he watches inch by inch of skin come into view.

And oh, his mouth waters. There is only two people he would give himself truly to and one of them is right here. ]

Switch places with me~

[ Demanding but when is he not. ]

[There are a few scars in his flesh his alternate memories wouldn't have provided- things earned here in the Grove. Cacao gives a rumbling 'hmm']

You wish to play King then? Very well.

[Affogato can have whatever he wants right now. He shifts to roll over with a grunt]

Oh, I have learned I shall never be a good king... but~

[ He moves with Cacao, using his tail to wrap around Cacao to help him move so he's on his back in the couch, and Affogato is straddle over him. ]

I am wickedly wonderful with my hands. And my tongue. And I'm afraid my position didn't allow me to use either the way I wanted.

[ Plus like this he can shed the rest of his robes properly, wiggling around on Cacao's hips deliberately but also to get the skirting off properly. Sighing a there when it's done, then pressing his knees in tight against Cacao's sides, holding himself down tight against him.

And deliberately rolls his hips, a slow rather sinuous movement as he lets his fingertips ghost over Cacao's abdomen, his eyes tracing over the scars. He knows that one there, this one, that one's new and he leans down to drag his tongue over it. ]

[He grunts as each wiggle, face darkening in a blush. It's having every intended effect]

I have always found your so called wicked hands fascinating.

( it's morning. they should get up. there's animals that depend on them, and a.b.a as well.

but lily does not. she only turns to flop an arm across his chest, blanket bunched up to her chin. )

[And Cacao still sleeps like the dead. If the dead snored softly. His hair tangled with hers, and his remaining arm thrown over his eyes. He is warm, and comfortable, and as long as he slept he didn't have to think about the horrors he saw so recently]

( are they tangled together? that could... cause a problem. ...

she should start breakfast. something light but healthy. check on oreo, and the rabbits, and the stoat- she should do a lot of things.

but vanilla is not there to do them with her.

she just curls into cacao even more, and hopes he can sleep through the soft hitches in her breath- how strange, to cry when you're already out of tears. )

[Unfortunately for her (or maybe not) Cacao always sleeps lightly even when exhausted. So her soft cries start to make him stir.]

Lily...?

Please, go back to sleep. You need your rest.

( like he could with how her voice is clearly cracking, wavering. despite herself, she shifts slightly, clutching the fabric of the blanket draped across them. )

I can sleep later.

[he turns slightly so they are face to face (or well, face to pecs, but regardless)]

Cacao... ... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you.

( she rubs her eyes even though they're still dry, and- oh, that is his chest right in her face. ...

...

she just kinda presses into him in a one-armed hug. the world is cold and hard. cacao is warm. )

[ He has given Cacao time, to let Lily dote on him and to grieve the loss of his husband. He didn't wish to intrude, to feel like he was witnessing something he is not supposed to.

But he also knows Cacao and knows his sleep will be troubled. So one day he simply walks into the Cookie house like he belongs there - even if it feels weird to do so - and begins to search the other man out, his hands holding a bundled cloth with incense and tinctures in it. ]

[it's not hard to guess where Cacao is, considering Affogato knew him best during his darkest years. He was either in his den working himself to death or in bed, rotting.

This time it's rotting]

[ Rotting indeed. He stops at the doorway when he peeks in and spots him, then sighs gently and steps in. His bundle gets set down as he moves over to his King. His lover. He kneels onto the bed and gently lays himself on the lump of him, his hand coming up to stroke his hair, his voice soft. ]

Have you slept, or is your grief too much?

[ Frankly, he likes Truthless. The man is no longer such saccharin sweetness that even Affogato can't stomach him, and it's sort of fascinating to see those eyes burn right into you and through you.

But he knows why Cacao is in dire straights. ]

[Hearing someone come in and crawl into the bed, he assumed it would be Lily. At his best he would be able to tell the difference in their footfalls in an instant. Now he does not.

He hates himself for the thought, but he had expected Affogato to stay away. To find the grief soaking the house distasteful for a man he didn't seem to really like. But he is glad to feel him, hear him.]

You know the answer to that.

[His voice is raspy and dry]

[ That response makes him frown. He gently presses a kiss to Cacao's ear then sits himself up again. ]

Then I am glad I arrived when I did. I will not let you suffer.

[ He moves off the bed again to grab his bundle and unwrap it, beginning to lay things out. It is not the first time he has drugged Cacao into sleep, but this one he has to make sure is dreamless, so the grief doesn't follow the King down. ]

... He will come back.

[ He dislikes Pure Vanilla but if it makes Cacao happy then so be it. ]

...

[he doesn't answer, but he does roll over to watch him work. He wants to believe that. Lily did, in a way, after all. Even after being rebaked. But could that happen again? Would Truthless even want that? Distant as they have become, he is still his husband. ]

[ Rolling over is an improvement. A small one. He mixes carefully, something potent and thick. Something bitter, though he knows Cacao won't mind that. Then into a small cup it goes, and he brings it over to the bed. Sits on it to scoot himself up into Cacao's side, taking his hand to put the small cup into it. ]

Drink, and you will sleep. Dreams will not chase you, your grief with not follow. For a time. It is all I can offer you.

You can offer me one further thing- stay with me until I sleep?

[ That makes him lift his hand and cup Cacao's face, stroking one nail against his skin. ]

I said I would stay by your side, my King, for as long as you would have me. Sleep is but a short moment of that time. Of course I will stay. Drink. [ Soft, low, hypnotic. ] Let your thoughts crease. I will guard you, stay with you.

Clever Affogato... very well.

[And he drinks deeply, like a shot. Bitter, biting. How he likes it]

Regardless... I would not have blamed you if you became exhausted of me in this state.

[ He gently takes the cup to set it aside, then moves to climb onto Cacao, sit himself upright. There's nothing sexual about it. Because he reaches down with both hands to curl them along his jaw, nails scratching. ]

I said I love you. Should I be exhausted of you when you are in need? That would not be love, but a mere game.

[he doesn't smile, but the adoration is clear in his eyes. The way the worn lines around them crinkle a bit]

You truly were wasted on me back then.

I was.

[ He's still Affogato what do you want from him. ]

But Fortuna graced you by giving me as much stubborness as my King. You should thank her one of these days, for giving you the gift that is me.

[ He bends down and presses a kiss to Cacao's forehead. Tenderness to offset the gentle mocking. ]

Blessed indeed.

[The sluggish heaviness is starting to set in. Affogato is very good at what he does]

Ah... it is starting.

Good. Don't fight it. Listen to my voice.

[ He strokes his fingers against Cacao's face and jaw, letting the tips trail along his skin. Soothing - for him - touches. Pitches his voice soft and humming. ]

The darkness is warm, and soft, and quiet. Let yourself sink into it. You will not dream, you will not think here. Nothing will come to you while here. It is comfort, it is love. Sleep, Dark Cacao Cookie. I will be here upon you waking.

( white lily cookie's been quiet, since the incident at the clinic. they've both been quiet, and the house feels emptier and emptier by the day. but when its safe to go out, she still makes a decision-

when she comes back inside, closing the door behind her, lily pauses like she's trying to figure out what to say when she sees cacao... but words fail her, initially, so she instead just shows him what she went out for. groceries, a dark bottle of plum wine, and a new blanket. )

If... If I'm right, it's almost Valentine's day... I understand if you don't want to do anything. But I thought maybe a little treat might be nice regardless...

[he looks a little better thanks to deeper sleep the last few days: thank Affogato's medicines. But there's still a slightly hollow look to his eyes.

Still, they spark a little seeing Lily. They always do]

...is it already that far into the month?

[He moves to help her carry things]

Maybe. But snow is starting to melt, and isn't that around the time...?

I brought some things for dinner.

( steak, for mr warrior king! and sides, of course. heimr insisted it'd all pair well with the wine, and he sent his love (in a note for cacao to read privately) and they can at least get a nice night in with everything.

she lets him take some of the bundles, sliding her shoes off to head further in. )

... How are you feeling?

[he glances out the window, smiling slightly]

So it is...

[Into the kitchen they go, and Cacao sees the note as he paws through the goods, tucking it away for later- and reminding himself he should go visit. Before now the idea of discussing what happened to their friend hurt too much. But he owes it to him.]

I am... well enough. I took some time to write.

[Nearly all of it trashed, but the attempt was therapeutic, he finds. He's always found it easier to write his thoughts over speaking]

Did it help any?

( she hopes it did. she hopes it brought him any sort of peace, let him work through what he's been carrying for weeks now.

the blanket will be placed far from the food, at least.

tucked into the paper-wrapped meat- tuna!- is a recipe card, because lily is not actually good at improvising in cooking if she tries for others... she gets performance anxiety. if cacao snoops, it's for grilled tuna with a side of seared vegetables- simple but filling and fresh. )

[He snoops a tiny bit, enough to figure out the main meat at least]

I... think so.

[he pauses, gathering his thoughts into words that make any sense for a feeling that is unable to be fully described]

Forcing it into a physical thing. Not just a sea of feelings. That helps.

... I can imagine.

( before she starts any preparations, lily sets everything down in full and pulls cacao down, closer to her, close enough to hold and press a kiss to his forehead. )

I'm here for you, for whatever you need.

[He gives a warm' hmm' to that]

I know. But please, depend on me as well.

...

( something about that hits her oddly- like she's finally close enough to the brink to realize that she doesn't know how to do as he asks.

pure vanilla helped her studies, as did others over time, but she never relied on them. with their friends as adventurers, things were different, but also not.

...

after a moment, lily just leans into him, one arm wrapped around him as best she can. )

[And he uses his one arm to hug her tightly]

I know it is not in your nature. The Jam of Freedom chose you for a reason. But there is no weakness in it like I might have once thought myself.

... It's not... weakness, I know that. I just...

I don't know how.

[He nods. That feels familiar]

Do not overthink it. Simply trust.

[He kisses the top of her head]

... I am aware of my own constant hypocrisy in this regard, mind you.

Cacao. My darling, wonderful Cacao.

It's me. Overthinking is what I do.

[And that, in fact, makes him laugh. A deep low noise, but a clear laugh regardless]

How foolish of me to forget!

Honestly! You'd think that we'd all know this by now, really.

( stars. she's missed his laugh. lily shifts to almost headbutt his chin, relieved. )

You would think.

Here. For a first step let me help you prepare the food.

[He only has one hand so he can't really do much, but still-]

... Alright. Do you remember? How Felicity did things, I mean-

( their girl made a point of not using magic in the kitchen, so if cacao ever observed her, he at least has an idea of how she kept things still or used leverage. regardless, lily is probably going to hover, but she'll try not to. )

I do, and have been practicing. My tail has helped, but it is not clean for cooking.

[It's on the floor too much and also has fur at the tip. Not hygienic!]

Yeah...

( though she's certainly curious about it.

about a lot of things? but it feels like. not great timing, to be honest. )

Let me know if you need anything, please.

[He grunts, a Cacao 'of course' as he focuses on his task.

The aura of 'comfortable silence' is strong with him]

( and that's the most important, truly. lily continues on, but eventually- absently?- she starts to hum. even as she works, it's a light and airy tune- one that she loved back when they were younger, too. )

( after a hard talk with pure vanilla cookie, comes another. lily sighs, gently knocking on the door to his private space. )

[There's been a lot to process today, so he's not surprised to hear the recognizable knock of Lily. He opens the door. He looks... tired but happy. ]

Hello, Lily.

...

( it's a little childish, but after a moment, lily just. jumps slightly to wrap her arms around his neck. oh, she doesn't want to hurt that smile... )

-oh!

[Even one armed he holds her up easily. She's like a bird- so light]

You only need ask if you desired a hug.

I wish that was the only thing I was here for. I...

( ... she buries herself into his shoulder. )

I love you. I love both of you, please don't doubt that. But with what Vanny's endured... I've come to the conclusion that it is for the best that I leave for a bit longer, until he can re-balance himself.

...ah.

[he can't say he's surprised. What does surprise him is that Lily is going- he expected if this happened it would be Vanilla.]

... you want him to keep the familiarity.

[ Yes, he expects that's why. It's what he would do in her place]

He needs to be home. That is always something he has held dear- far more than I ever have, as much as I adore being with you both.

And I am the source of much turmoil. Therefore, it is best that I remove myself. That's what I believe.

...

I still... want to see you. Please? Just... not here. It is his home above all else.

[He nods. It makes sense, even if his heart hurts knowing there is turmoil between them.

But there has always been a history between them he will never be part of. Not as a lover, a husband, a friend or a fellow Hero. A deeper understanding hand in hand with a dark gulf- both sides of their relationship hidden from him.

It makes him feel a little lonely, sometimes. But also he knows him being outside it means he can be the rock both of them often need. It's a duty he accepts fully.]

Of course... do not think for a moment I would turn from you simply because Vanilla has returned. We... have our own bonds now, do we not?

[This past few months have been hard, but they have been special too.]

I would never presume that of you. You do not love in half-measures. I don't think you know how.

( lily shifts and presses a kiss to his temple. )

I just... will miss being beside you both at night.

[He smiles slightly at that. She is likely right- his love is solid and heavy]

Have faith that it will not be forever.

Mm.

( she lets silence hang for a moment- it's not unlike a blanket, in this case. but... )

I'm sorry. That things can't seem to settle down.

Do not apologize. This place seems to detest any kind of peace.

[This time he kisses her head]

Once things settle we should go on a trip. Perhaps to the beach? Once it's warm again.

( lily- laughs? )

I suggested the same thing to Vanny! I did! But then- then...

( ... then she realized. )

...

Once things ease up. Then we can go. Just the three of us.

Yes. And if something happens here we will ignore it.

[Cacao!!]

Yes. Yes we will. I am very tired and very stressed and I am so! Tired! Of crying! And we are removing Vanny before he can do anything because otherwise he'll do TOO MUCH.

[He grunts in agreement, letting her down]

I will keep him safe and steady until then. We will endure.

I know. He needs you.

( she gives him another hug before stepping back, sighing. )

... I'll be close. I promise.

( because i need you too. )

[ When they are still sleep warm and cozy in their own bed, Cacao will be awakened to a giddy husband crawling onto his hips. He's fluffy again. And Cacao will also have his head taken, lifted enough, and then two horns crash into his. ]

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[Oh hello Vanilla. He doesn't even open his eyes when his husband crawls over him, but his face breaks into a sleepy smile. Someone wants... attention first thing in the morning, eh? He is very fine with tha-]

Gah-?!

[it doesn't hurt, but his headcase is a bit rattled right out of sleep sob]

[ The gah!? is met in return with a cheerful, familiar bleat, and Vanilla's tail wiggles away against Cacao. ]

Good morning, my light!

Va...Vanilla? You- oh, I see. Is this what the secret cause for your gathering was?

Yes! Sorry for the deception [ "deception" ] but I wished it to be a surprise!

[ He flops himself forward to wrap his arms around Cacao's head and peck off kisses. And rub their horns together. ]

[And now that he is more aware he happily rubs back, making a satisfying clacking]

Did struggling with your camping bags bother you so much?

[Teasing~]

[ UGH yes he missed that, he felt so alone unable to greet them both with heatbutts again, and he turns his head with a little grunt to deliberately hook one of his around Cacao's. Comfortable. ]

Struggling! Nonsense! [ Fake offensive. ] I merely missed being able to pick you up!

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[Okay he laughs aloud at that]

Is that it! Well, I will admit I had started to miss your wool. You are always a sight, of course. But I had grown fond of it.

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Mmm...

[ His smile softens as he raises a hand to rub his cheek gently. ]

I know. Now you may bury yourself into as much as you desire again.

Hm. Careful, saying it like that.

I said what I said.

[ The little quirk of his lips upwards... ]

[He huffs, amused... and buries his fingers in the fluff, digging in deep]

Heh!

[ The dig makes him squirm, tail wiggling happily, huffing and bleating gently in glee and he will attack Cacao with kisses in return. ]

[Another chuckle]

It clearly makes you happy- I did not realize you missed it so much.

I was not expecting how much I would. I think it was moments like this that made me ache the hardest.

[ There's something so soothing about rubbing his horns along Cacao's, about having such an expressive part of himself, of not having to worry about feet. ]

However that form came to be, it really did suit.

[ He smiles and merely lays on his husband now, being a wooly blanket. ]

I'm glad you're happy it's back...

[And Cacao starts petting him]

Of course, your awakened form has it's charms. Your hair is even longer than mine now.

[ That makes him wrinkle his nose a little, amused. ]

I don't understand how you and Lily deal with it being so long. Every day I desire to cut it down again. It's very heavy.

[ Or well, he supposes now it won't be... huh. Tail wiggle. ]

( dasik crawls over one morning and gently paps a folded note down for him- it smells like lilies, and the ink within is a familiar green. )

My beloved Cacao, every day you grant me peace and love. The mornings I spend watching you simply Be are something I will treasure for as long as I can. I love you so very much.

- White Lily Cookie

[He startles slightly when Dasik brings him the note. It's not from Affogato- he always uses his crow for such things. So who?

The scent tells him as soon as he smells it, and he drags the paper under his nose to bring it in deeper with a sigh. Reading it he smiles, heading down to his calligraphy desk to answer]

Chill morning brings morning dew, a brief moment before the new day
Kissing white petals, a lover there and gone like a thief
If only I too could touch them so sweetly

[Tucked in her pillow at some point]

( lily expects it, in a sense!

just- not... this.

lily reads the note, and comes out of it eyes wide and a blush on her face- he wrote her a poem...? aaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! needless to say, there is a moment where she has to just- clutch it to her chest and fall onto the bed for a moment. a lot of moments. she's very emotional and this is going to be hidden and treasured alongside the notes from vanilla-

it's hard to come up with a response. not for any bad reason- she's just giddy. ... too giddy. responses will wait, she needs to give cacao kisses right now, where is he- )

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