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...
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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'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. ]
[ 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. ]
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[ Not that he thinks that Cookie can physically hurt Dark Cacao but...]
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I will admit, your proposal washed away anything I may have felt about it.
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I'm glad. Is there anything you wish me to do in regards to him?
[ He's a healer, but... ]
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[Well, they've both experienced curses]
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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.
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[JUST SAY THAT DC, SURE]
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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.
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[He squeezes back]
I will try not to give him more thought than necessary.
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Plan to distract me then?
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[ 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. ]
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[Still, he kisses between those horns regardless]
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It was your tone!
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[ >3]
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[ That makes him laugh again, against Cacao's mouth, skin darkening further. ]
You're horrible!
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Perhaps. But you picked me regardless.
[He's not sure WHY but you can't get rid of him now]
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And I would pick you again and again.
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[But it lacks any fire. How could he when Vanilla was so sweet? He sighs]
Come to bed with me? Tonight has been... exhausting.
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[ 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.
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[CUZ REALLY, VANILLA HE SWEARS. He stands, making sure to grab Vanilla's Souljam on the way]
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[ He holds Cacao's hand and leads him to their room for bed. They both need a long night of rest. ]
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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. ]
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Luckily, he's quick to dry off. No hint of his sneaking out to be seen. ]
Pure Vanilla Cookie...? Are you awake?
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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?
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