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"Aren't you tired, Cacao?"
Always that damned question.
No matter what he did, every few months, when Vanilla would be over, he'd ask that question at the end of the day.
It annoyed Dark Cacao to no end, moreso because he knew well the question wasn't meant in a literal sense. So he never really truly gave him an answer. It was always either 'go to sleep, Vanilla', just plain ignoring him, or... on certain nights, a hand sneaking up his thigh. Cacao fooled himself into thinking he could make him forget the dreaded thought of asking him altogether, but Pure Vanilla was nothing if not one of the most stubborn cookies on Earthbread he'd ever met.
Oh, how Dark Cacao loved him.
So, of course, the gentle king kept asking, to no avail. The other saw no point in it. He knew Cacao wouldn't budge. He's a cold, stoic, emotionless king and warrior, and nothing would change that. That's what he was known as and will be as long as he could help it, meaning for as long as he'd live. Cacao didn't need anyone. To him, other cookies were only meant to be relied on in battle. He'd survived this far on his own, having to rely on other cookies only ever served to make things more difficult for him.
.
.
.
Please... won't you ask me just... once more...?
I promise, I'll try to answer truthfully this time.
Please... just...
come back...
I'd do anything to have you by my side again.
Your beautiful unseeing eyes staring at me, asking the same caring, gentle question over and over, even while knowing it'd take me years to even consider taking my walls down.
Until it was too late, and I couldn't answer it anymore.
Pure Vanilla Cookie is no more.
There is no more warmth.
And soon enough, my life was once again devoid of all warmth or sweetness.
This is when I realised it.
I was destined to be alone.
From the very start, a bitter cacao bean, born into the unforgiving cold, so bitter that I turned my own unfair start onto others, isolating myself while I threated those closest to me the cruelest.
Well...
There was no point to much now, was there?
My kingdom, the war...
Pure vanilla, Dark ch-...
...
My advisor won't stop pestering me. He won't leave my side. Even when I am alone, either the watchers or the patrol captain need something from me.
I can never find the right time for it.
As much as I wander the palace...
My advisor took to placing lots of incense around my throne room and chambers. For "relaxation" from stress, and "a clearer mind".
It only serves to fog up my brain more, each time making me forget once more why I've come up to the very highest roof of the citadel.
Eventually...
I stop trying to go, not seeing any reason to it. Why did I want to, before...?
...
Whenever I try to think just slightly too deep into it, and to remember, I'm awarded with a headache, only getting worse if I attempt to proceed anyways.
Why...
What did I forget? Why do I feel as if...
.. I am missing something-?
Ugh.
I hold onto my head and look down, trying to balance out the pain for the umpteenth time.
Just looking at some things... makes me want to remember again.
And each time it brings new pain.
Eventually I have no choice but to give up...
Why am I here?
To... perform my tasks as king.
Ah. Right.
My vision is hazy nowadays, as is my own mind, but...
I can trust my advisor. He carries with him a vaguely sweet scent, a warmth im his words that helps me believe I can trust him wholly.
That scent...
... a ring on my finger. I don't remember since when I've had it, nor if there is any reason for it, but...
feeling it brings me peace through the haze.
And so I carry on.