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Shadow Milk woke up in a daze, everything felt heavy, and his limbs felt as if they were shackled down. Everything inside him felt wrong like it burned, and he- he couldn't feel his soul jam-

His hands shot up caressing it, the shape resting in his hands present. Glowing faintly at his touch, he corrected himself, he could feel it, but he couldn’t use it. Shadow Milk had a breathy sigh, looking up at the room around him. 

It was dimly lit, and the room was modestly sized, yet it lacked windows. If this place was what he thought it was, it could be worse than that tree. At least he knew what time it was. This place was gloomy and suffocating, so much worse than his spire.

What happened before this- why was he here?

Shadow Milk traced back his memories, the fog was still there as if the same thing that hit his body took over his mind. How humiliating for the beast to be put in such a state. Then it came back to him, a spark of something that wanted him to hurl. What an awful memory.

The fight had ended, Black Sapphire offered a retreat, and right as Candy Apple had left his sights- The portal shattered. Then he looked back at Pure Vanilla, as if he noticed his stare he offered a thoughtful smile as if he was gracing Shadow Milk with something pleasant. Pure Vanilla muttered something before speaking up.

“Apologies, Shadow Milk, but I cannot let you leave my friend. "He paused, and his eyes were predatory despite not even staring at him, “Should I let you escape that will cause problems for the both of us.”

“Friend?” Shadow Milk glanced at the companions behind Pure Vanilla, before giving a hiss, slightly trilling with laughter, “Don't you understand? Keeping me here is just spelling out the end for all of your silly companions for when my spire falls!”

“Is it?” Pure Vanilla smiled knowingly. As if he couldn't stop himself from grinning.

Then Shadow Milk felt himself drop to the floor, his magic no longer capable of sustaining itself, twitching as his muscles strained to keep himself up. He laughed in the sheer terror of it all, he was betrayed, defeated, now powerless. 

His vision grew hazy as he saw Pure Vanilla reach out with a gentle smile, the beast fell limp to the floor, and in that moment when he dragged his face up he saw it , he felt everything leave him his heart pounding as fear finally tore into him. He couldn’t even speak as the last thing he felt when his vision failed him was his limp body being picked up.

So, this was the machinations of Pure Vanilla, the man who had stolen his soul jam- his trust and how had placed him in this deluded cage.

Even trying to get up felt like too much as he attempted to leave the bed- His magic… It was sealed away… entirely. Not even the tree was able to do that, how could that hopeless, miserable, deluded, worthless THIEF POSSIBLY GET HIS STICKY HANDS ON SUCH A TECHNIQUE?

No, he was Shadow Milk, Beast of Deceit, he couldn’t let this pathetic pretend hero take advantage of him like that. He flopped down to his bed even sitting up was draining without magic. He would escape in no time. He just needed to regain some energy as of now. 

Yet without any cues of time, everything felt warped, he felt as if he was suffocating in his own mind as he attempted to regain just any ounce of strength. Yet time merely twisted, worse than the spire ever was, a wait that seemed to drown out even thinking itself.

Then the door creaked open, bright light filling the room as the door was promptly closed. Golden locks graced Shadow Milk's view as he stared at the figure, Pure Vanilla his mind seemed to supply with fury. The healer looked up as if noticing his attention, beaming brightly before rushing to his side.

“Shadow Milk!” the hero practically cooed, “what a pleasant surprise, you're finally awake!”

“Back off,” Shadow Milk hissed, unable to move from his position, ”I hope you die you, spineless coward, shatter into pieces for taking my magic.”

Pure Vanilla brushed through the beast's hair, “If I let you go then I would be proactive in sealing your fate… If you escaped then you would need to be sealed away.”

The hero's hand got just within reach and Shadow Milk used what little strength he had lunging forward and clamping down on it. Biting deeply into it, yet Pure Vanilla used his other hand to caress the beast’s face. 

“This is for your safety, we can be friends here, Shadow Milk.” he rubbed Shadow Milk's cheek gently before continuing, “You're my other half so I cannot help but love you, please accept this position. Just for now… my companions- the other heroes don’t know of your presence and I fear what will happen if they meet you like this.”

Shadow Milk stopped biting to talk, “Do you think you will get away with keeping me locked up in here, like some kind of pet?”

Pure Vanilla looked down, eyes softening, as if he was about to cry for the beast, so Shadow Milk bit the hand caressing his face, “If you were found then they would be far more upset I’m housing and protecting you. I did not intend for you to feel this way, I’m sorry but this is the only way I can help you.”

Pure Vanilla seemed to heal his free hand before using it to run through Shadow Milk’s locks, paying no attention as Shadow Milk attempted to rip a chunk out of the hand. How was he in such a pathetic state that the king seemed to be unbothered by his attacks? 

“You seem to be fatigued still,” Pure Vanilla hummed, removing his hand from the hair before placing it on Shadow Milk's chest, “Please don’t mind me healing you-”

Magic seemed to thrum into his veins filling his chest, it burned like scorching oil. He unlatched his bite before letting off a hiss, this was barely healing. It was barbaric, as if Pure Vanilla sent concentrated magic from the soul jam itself into his body. It made him nauseous as if he wanted to hurl the acid in his stomach. 

“You’re fine” the hero whispered, “this will help you get better.”

It was horrible it felt as if all his senses were blocked out by pain, he couldn’t feel anything else but it. As if dropped in a vat of acid and he was suffocating his lungs burned as he gasped, he felt his eyes burn as he tried to stop tears from falling out. Where everything felt like an open wound as salt entered each one to make it flare up in agony.

It was as if the magic itself was tearing his body apart, concentrated to rip and tear his very existence apart.

Then soon it stopped, and Shadow Milk had felt as if he had turned into living sludge, electric shocks of pain still strumming through his body. Everything throbbed as he panted for air, the throbbing sensation soon fading with a thumping ache. His body trembled, failing to hold itself together.

In what world was sending that into his body healing, had Pure Vanilla lost his mind? What foolishness was he possibly trying to commit other than torturing the beast?

As Shadow Milk went in for another lunge his mouth was met with soft bread, “Healing must have taken a toll on you, I’m sorry for preventing you from connecting with your soul jam like this, but you might become weak from not eating.”

Shadow Milk accepted the meal, biting into it as he looked up at Pure Vanilla, “In what world is that healing?”

“... You must not be used to healing,” Pure Vanilla sighed, “my techniques are perfectly normal, you must be sensitive after you were disconnected from using magic.”

Shadow Milk accepted the flimsy explanation as he finished the bread, chewing it was tiring as everything attempted to assist with swallowing. He had to gain some energy back, anything at least. As he was eating Pure Vanilla seemed to return to brushing through the other's hair. Humming a small tune as Shadow Milk weakly tore through the bread.

“I'm glad you're well enough to eat,” Pure Vanilla said, wiping off the crumbs the beast had on his face giving a lick, “then I'll be back, is there anything you want?”

“Out.” Shadow Milk said with a glare.

Pure Vanilla shook his head with a sigh, “Next time I'll bring some books, burgers sound nice don't they?”

Shadow Milk didn't respond.

Pure Vanilla released his hand from the beast's hair, placing a kiss on the other’s temple. Standing up as he opened the door, face peeking out, “I’m sorry that this is the most I can do for my other half.”

The door shut behind the hero. His presence seemed to immediately fade away, no longer existing after he exited.

Shadow Milk waited just for a moment before sitting up. His limbs were still weary yet he dragged himself up, slamming into the wall for support. Attempting to move his body to the door at his weakened pace.

He used both of his arms to pull himself forward, pushing up and taking a step, while his other arm rested against the wall to prevent himself from falling. Small steps to reach the door in front of him-

Just a little bit more, he grasped the handle turning it. The door unlatched as it was opened… that fool left it unlocked, suspicious. Before him were long hall paintings decorating the place, and still no windows. Just a door on the other side. 

He continued to support himself along the walls inching his way to the next door. The air was fresh, even his room lacked stagnance. Every step made him feel weaker as he gasped for air sharply, how long had it been since he actually walked? His magic made him light but… he shouldn't be like this.

Letting his mind haze over with thoughts until his hand clumsily hit the wall in front of him. Reaching out the door was unlocked again, yet when he opened he was met with his room.

The same bed, messy sheets, a nightstand beside it. A wardrobe on the other side of the room, the same windowless, dimly lit room. Other than that it was completely barren, not a sense of life other than the crumpled bed sheets.

He let out a shaky sigh as his body crumpled to the floor. That traitor- that thief used his very own magic against him, to warp space like Shadow Milk did in his spire, how could he steal his very own spells? 

Truth and deceit ; two sides of the same coin , his mind supplied.

That was something that fool would use, but he had to accept; it made sense in this stupidly absurd situation. That liar and him shared the same soul jam, it made sense of course even if that fool said he bore the light of truth. He was no more than a lying brute trying to fool Shadow Milk into the delusional hope they could be more than enemies.

He lifted himself from the floor, making it towards the bed, he would just sleep until Pure Vanilla would come back. He needed to conserve his strength to make a plan and escape. 

Lying on the bed his body quickly went limp and his mind trailed back to the spire. Candy Apple and Black Sapphire… despite their incompetence they were diligent, they will make room to tear the magic of this place and open an escape, when he left he could easily unbind his magic. He turned over in the bed so he could fight against that delusional Pure Vanilla until then.

He drifted off to sleep, he needed just one opportunity then he could slip out, easy-peasy. 

Pure Vanilla opened the door to the hallway of the hidden chamber, he took off his outer robes as there was no need to fulfill his duties anymore today. Taking his basket he glanced at the food, he was glad the beast enjoyed yesterday's meal. After all, he made it just for Shadow Milk.

Trailing down the hallway he let his hand brush along the walls, the paintings seemed to be disturbed? Perhaps the beast had walked down this hallway, the fact that none of the canvases seemed to be knocked down meant it was unintentional in the least.

Opening the door it seems the Beast was still unconscious… Pure Vanilla was glad he was awake yesterday, after all, he had been unconscious for a week after the king brought him to Crispia. Sitting down he looked back on how Shadow Milk ended up in this room, brushing through the beast’s hair despite its appearance; it was always soft. Even as it would seemingly sharpen as Shadow Milk's face contorted to anger.

Pure Vanilla hummed a hymn remembering why he used this room, the hall led to a hidden chamber because it wasn’t noticeable keeping the beast here wouldn’t be noticed. After all this room was connected to his chamber, so this hall's curse would be impossible to notice. Besides that, having Shadow Milk so close to his chambers was comforting in a way.

Soon Shadow Milk seemed to rouse from his slumber, tired eyes taking in their surroundings before glaring at Pure Vanilla, the beast lunged slamming him into the floor.

Then fists hit against his chest, Shadow Milk seemed to be putting everything into hitting him, but just like the bites from yesterday, they felt light as a feather. So he just smiled through it listening to his complaints.

“Let me out!” Shadow Milk slammed his fist into the other's chest, “Pure Vanilla- I’m not going to lie flat like some kind of house pet- YOU CAN’T KEEP ME HERE!”

Shadow Milk didn’t hold his name with affection, he frowned at the lack of a nickname, so this was step one. How… upsetting?

The beast kept using his punches, “When I get out of here, I’ll take your soul jam and your life!”

Pure Vanilla hummed, Shadow Milk kept punching him, yelling insults and complaints. The king took it all as he listened to the beast's woes.

Eventually, it seemed the beast ran out of energy collapsing on Pure Vanilla’s chest huffing as he tried to maintain a growl. “I hate you- I hate this place…”

Pure Vanilla hugged the beast as he complained, picking him up before setting him on the bed. Pure Vanilla reached down to the basket as he sat next to Shadow Milk, letting the beast rest on his lap.

The beast continued to glare at him, his brows furrowed as he growled “Why am I here, are you punishing me?”

The king frowned at this, “Punishment? While you’ve done horrible things I’ve forgiven all you’ve done to me. There is no reason for you to atone, as I said, you’re safe here, by my side.”

Shadow Milk continued to glare, it reminded him of a ‘vicious’ hissing cat that he knew in his youth. The beast remained silent no more than a silent growl as he watched Pure Vanilla attentively. His glare and bared teeth were in a way cute, just as the cat was viscous, it was no more but scared, Shadow Milk must be the same, this room must be unfamiliar to him.

So, Pure Vanilla would foster him, there was nothing to be scared of here after all. Shadow Milk might hate him right now but he would get better after all. Acceptance was hard but the king was sure, Shadow Milk would eventually turn around like that cat did. After all, just as Pure Vanilla said to the others when they questioned Shadow Milk’s presence, Pure Vanilla was just a shepherd leading a sheep to the right way of truth once more.

No one could doubt it, he’s made people prosper, and his kingdom reignite with glory through his efforts. So simply Shadow Milk too will come to embrace the truth he rejected and strayed from.

As Shadow Milk seemed to return to a more neutral state, the king offered him some food, unwrapping a burger from some paper- helping prop the beast to sit up. Shadow Milk seemed to glare at Pure Vanilla then the burger that the king propped up to his mouth. Grasping at the burger clutching, Pure Vanilla didn't let go as he guided the burger to Shadow Milk's mouth. 

The beast ate voraciously, while he only took small bites, Shadow Milk was quick with his chewing before taking another bite. Pure Vanilla smiled, the other was eating so well as he greedily attempted to inhale it.

Pure Vanilla pulled it away after it was almost halfway finished, “Shadow Milk, please let me heal you again, I know it doesn’t feel too good because you're sensitive right now, but because you’re not rejecting food I know you want to get better… please?”

Shadow Milk glared, baring his teeth “Will you let me out if… I let you?”

Pure Vanilla sighed, shaking his head, “It will take a long time for me to determine if you can be let out- You can handle two years, yes? It’s far less than you were in the tree- so please?”

Shadow Milk hummed as if calculating the time, his face scrunched up before hissing, “ You have to let me out by two years. ”

Pure Vanilla smiled, “Thank you! I’m sure I’ll be done by that time, how come here-” Pure Vanilla placed a hand on the beast’s chest, “I’ll make sure to be quick.”

Pure Vanilla let the magic surge through his palm into Shadow Milk’s chest, and the king’s energy surged into the beast. Even if Pure Vanilla wasn’t including the details, while this wasn’t direct healing, it was meant to help Shadow Milk. The power of his soul jam assists Shadow Milk to adapt and come to terms with the truth, almost how Shadow Milk’s spire assisted him in embracing deceit. Even if this method was more… direct.

The beast seemed to avoid reacting, letting no more than a hiss. Clenching his hands to avoid himself from writhing, baring his teeth as the magic poured further into him. Pure Vanilla stopped when he felt that the magic seemed to overflow, pouring out of Shadow Milk’s vessel.

Pure Vanilla lifted his hand and Shadow Milk glared with his demand; the king kept his promise offering the beast the remaining burger. Shadow Milk without hesitance ate from his hand gobbling it down in large bites not taking time to savor it. 

“Do you want more?” Pure Vanilla asked, offering another wrapped burger, “You seem quite hungry, I’m sorry if I'm not providing you enough with my visits.”

Shadow Milk stared as his eyes sharpened, pointing his nose up with an air of arrogance, “Give it to me.”

Pure Vanilla sighed, unwrapping it and offering it into his mouth, “I’m sorry if this isn’t enough, next time I’ll leave a basket here with more food.”

Pure Vanilla watched Shadow Milk rip into the burger just as voraciously inhaling it. That was the king's portion actually- Pure Vanilla just didn’t… make it the same way. But it would be of no harm, after all, Shadow Milk voraciously ate his portion. The meal merely kept him pliant and not running across the hall to find and rip into the walls trying to spot flaws in his magic.

When the beast finished it appears he was too ambitious and bit into Pure Vanilla’s hand. Quickly unlatching, then intentionally biting again.

“Aha, are you going to let go?” Pure Vanilla let off a laugh, using his free hand to run through Shadow Milk's hair.

The beast grunted, giving him a scowl, attempting to dig deeper. Truly it didn't hurt but having his arm latched in place was uncomfortable.

Continuing to use his hand to brush the beast, it was a strange moment of silence. Thinking about it now the beast seemed to be highly on guard around the king. Losing his playfulness and general demeanor, despite the subduedness of the beast Pure Vanilla also admired this side of him. Even if he was a little aggressive in how he acted.

Eventually, the beast unlatched his jaw, letting Pure Vanilla go. Lying in bed facing away from him, Pure Vanilla gave a sigh before giving a peck to the beast's temple. 

“Good night, Shadow Milk, I'll see you soon.”

Pure Vanilla picked up the basket, looking through it, ah the books. He placed them next to the bed before standing back up. He exited the room, closing the door behind him. 

Walking down the hall he made it to the next door, opening it, and entering his chamber. Pushing the bookcase back into place, since Shadow Milk ate his portion perhaps, he could get something from the kitchen… focaccia? 

He hummed, maybe he should make a book about observing the beast's behavior? It would be useful to track if he got better- perhaps even proof?

He paced down the hall as he wondered what to do for his nightly activities after he ate.

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Shadow Milk stared at the door despite the time that had passed, he'd gotten… used to Pure Vanilla’s appearances. Typically he would be sleeping until Pure Vanilla would wake him up, and perform his ‘healing’ it hurt but it wasn’t that bad. It’s gotten shorter, even if it makes his veins flare up and burn with pain every time it happens. 

He hated to admit it but the two-year time limit and being ‘cared for’, overall wasn't unpleasant. Pure Vanilla every time he visited would offer a basket of food that Shadow Milk could eat, he also placed a few books that Shadow Milk had neglected to touch.

But what was wrong was that while he didn’t know how much time had passed, no matter what his body still felt weak, in fact, it almost became normal now, he could walk and move, but his movements were lighter but sluggish. He still wasn’t able to put power behind his movements, physical resistance felt useless and every time he would yell, scream, and make threats- Pure Vanilla simply smiled at him, it felt pathetic, being met with affection no matter how nasty he was.

What was he? A pet? An experiment? The hero whenever he would attack, no matter his intent, would wait for Shadow Milk’s weakened body to give up- then he would smother the beast with affection… How shameful.

Shadow Milk let his mind wander to the healings; when he insisted, he wasn’t getting better, constantly fatigued, with no strength. Pure Vanilla simply smiled before saying he would try harder, Shadow Milk just had to wait for it to stop burning and then he would get better. It's been some time since the beast looked into healing and remedies- but the best medicine was bitter and if the hero insisted it would work… it had to. 

If that fool was lying to him and tormenting him for amusement… well he would just bite, kick, and scream harder. 

Yet it was strange- even if this was a lie, for that kind of sick pleasure. The way Pure Vanilla would stare at him was a look of constant joy. As if every moment they spent was thoroughly enjoyed, and when Pure Vanilla would frown, that was when the beast asked if this was torment.

Shadow Milk sighed; the other was almost an enigma. Was the hero a masochist or something? Why else would you keep the violent Beast of Deceit locked up, feed, and care for it? 

He sighed, Pure Vanilla huh? Soul Jam Bearer of Truth, King of the Vanilla Kingdom, Ancient Hero of Crispia, and captor of Shadow Milk…

So many titles, yet there's an odd one out- huh, wonder what that is.

Must be being the Soul Jam Bearer of Truth.

He groaned; he was losing his mind- again. These types of jokes weren’t even funny when it came to an audience, without them- he was losing his touch, what would happen if he lacked a sense of humor?

At least when he was in the tree he could make fun of the other beasts and throw metaphorical rocks at Burning Spice, bicker, and argue with anyone who responded. He swallowed, even though it was the bitter truth he had to accept it- this beast, actor, and director, was… incredibly lonely.

Maybe he should force that Pure Vanilla to watch a puppet show or something, he wouldn’t be inspired like Black Saphire nor in utter awe and admiration like Candy Apple. But acting was fun, even if it was harmless or meaningless… Because of that hero and thief, he was no longer able to craft grand shows, while it was infuriating- limits do create the most magnificent performances after all.

Picking up a book- he ripped a page, even if some tiny shred of him hurt from that he continued, folding and crafting. Molding paper into makeshift puppets, he took a loose string from his suit pulling it out, using it for his puppets.

He laid out his work, two puppets, a small stage, and a missing script. He just needed a story with a duo, but he was a genius, there would be a script in no time… swinging around the puppets-

Red Rose and Blue Lavender- star-crossed lovers separated by their families, world crumbling tragically from a death and poisoned suicide… how… overdone. 

Blegh, what else was there? Him and that… Truthless Recluse, what a traitor, but it made the perfect tragedy, there were highs- lows, chase, and desire, the ultimate betrayal. But it’s a story Pure Vanilla’s played in, perhaps- Shadow Milk hummed a recall would be nice even if he knew the result. 

The door creaked open, Pure Vanilla peeking through. Shadow Milk turned around, his audience was here before he could even perform a practice session, and he huffed.

“Shadow Milk!” Pure Vanilla smiled, approaching him until stepping on a loose piece of paper, “Oh? What have you been working on?”

“Things are so unamusingly, disappointingly bore-ring” Shadow Milk’s tongue clicked, “You didn’t give me much, so I made my own play.” Shadow Milk pointed at the bed, “You’re going to watch now. No objections!”

“Yes, of course!” Pure Vanilla sat down beaming at the beast, his attention turned to acutely pay attention to the makeshift stage.

“Behold Truthless Recluse and Moi- actor of today, on this stage-” Shadow Milk hummed, holding up the respective puppets, his voice pitched down in to complain “an abridged version because my sponsor was too stingy to actually fund this show!”

Pure Vanilla gave a meek smile; twinged with guilt as he was called out. Deserved .

“Once upon a time- long long ago, I mean just a few what? Months, weeks? Anyways~” Shadow Milk hummed, “there stood a spire with the fabulous Shadow Milk and the tormented Truthless Recluse. They played games, teetering on life and death- Oh the drama~”

Shadow Milk hummed moving the puppets around, pitching up his voice-

“Shadow Milk I am an observer for I now understand the truth, we share the same soul jam!” The puppet dubbed Truthless Recluse said.

“Yes-yes! You and your soul jam are MINE!” The other puppet responded, “Two soul jams of deceit to rule over this world!”

Then Shadow Milk stopped looking up at Pure Vanilla, “You know the rest of the story- Truthless Recluse took off his pretty mask and stabbed Shadow Milk in the worst place of all- His poor poor heart, now that liar stands in front of me keeping me imprisoned while this poor actor’s broken heart will never mend from that betrayal! ”

Pure Vanilla frowned, holding Shadow Milk’s cheek, “I heard from a friend, that tragedies are out of style. Is it possible to change that ending?”

“This director isn’t a flimsy trend chaser that bends reality to fit the modern era,” Shadow Milk hummed, dropping the puppets as he gave a glare “Perhaps you should look elsewhere?”

Shadow Milk bit into Pure Vanilla’s wrist, the hero remaining unbothered.

Pure Vanilla sighed, before using his other hand to pull Shadow Milk up to the bed, “Perhaps you would enjoy a happy ending? I hear any tragedy becomes an easy pill to swallow with a spoonful of a sugary happy ending?”

“Mmmhghhrhmm” Shadow Milk hummed- fuming angrily, “Mhhrn-hhrmmmr-ghhrm.”

“What a shame the director is upset with me.” Pure Vanilla adjusted his grip, “I’m going to heal you now… I brought pasta if that helps?”

“Grrmmm” Shadow Milk garbled unwilling to stop biting into the arm.

Pure Vanilla proceeded to place the hand on his chest, the burn was familiar, painful. Like electricity surging within him, pain-numbing any other sensation as the beast bit down harder. His senses seemed to mix together in an all-familiar way that made him want to throw up. Then a painful numbness washed over him, how unpleasant it all was. Attempting to grind down his teeth as his teeth dug further into the skin.

Pure Vanilla lifted his hand, and the healing stopped, the beast stopped biting to breathe. 

It was intense but the pain seemed to lessen- just a bit every time, and each time he seemed to recover just a bit faster.

He huffed catching his breath, the tingling numbness leaving quickly.

Pure Vanilla combed through his hair as if comforting the pain, the beast felt his gasping subside as he no more than huffed harshly.

Pure Vanilla shifted his grasp as a fork with noodles was pushed into Shadow Milk’s lips, the beast accepted the offering chewing on the spaghetti, it was strange how the hero seemed to hone in on his preferences. More often than not Pure Vanilla seemed to be offering pastas and blueberry cakes, and it was upsetting that they were good too.

“Do you like it?” Pure Vanilla hummed, “I didn’t tell you this before, but I made it myself, apologies if my food hadn’t lived up to expectations.”

“...It’s horrible- you should hire a chef.” Shadow Milk huffed, “In fact- you should apologize more and give me three more servings!”

“Three more servings?” Pure Vanilla sighed, “I’ll try my best.”

Shadow Milk stared as he was fed, now that he thought about it, the hero was looking a bit more pensive. As if he was holding something back, pursed lips and eyebrows furrowed, like his smile was forced. Shadow Milk huffed, there was no reason to care about that sentimental fool anyways- but that face was irritating. A forced smile really got on his nerves.

“Mm, what's wrong, Pure Vanilla” the hero seemed to frown at his name being called, “your fake smile is irritating, it makes you look stupid.” 

“Oh,” Pure Vanilla murmured with a frown, “I’m sorry for irritating you, it’s just that it appears I’ll be absent soon. I’m not sure for how long, my old friends wish to meet again.”

“Ah, you and those so-called heroes,” Shadow Milk took another bite he was offered, swallowing, “Go on shoo- the more you’re gone the better it is for me.”

Pure Vanilla’s eyes softened, disgusting , his voice was gentle as he spoke up, “You have just as any right to desire my presence, even if you deny my companionship. As an apology I’ll bring you anything that you want… given it’s within my power and reasonable.”

“Hmmmmm, hm” Shadow Milk pretended to think long and hard “Your soul jam- you should hand it over now, c’mon just think about it! Hear me out~”

“Apologies but I think you obtaining my souljam could lead to bigger problems…” Pure Vanilla sighed, expecting this demand, “Is there anything else I can offer you?”

Shadow Milk grumbled, “Well now I know I can’t ask for my freedom, maybe I can finally get sponsored and run a show, since you’re so insistent modern plays have the trending oh so happily after , grab me some things from the playwrights of this era then.”

“As you wish,” Pure Vanilla gave him a sickeningly sweet smile as he offered another spoonful, "it would be a shame if you couldn’t perform and ended up as a starving artist.”

The beast huffed, turning up his chin as he chewed, “I suppose you can be a tease too- blegh.”

Pure Vanilla hummed as he licked his finger wiping up any leftover stains on Shadow Milk’s face, “I should be back in, less than a few weeks. I’ll be sure to pack enough food by then, don’t eat it all okay?”

Shadow Milk yawned as he let out a non-committal hum, he supposed staying up and eating a meal made him more tired than usual. 

Pure Vanilla did his usual ritual, laying Shadow Milk down, and kissing his temple. But then he wrapped his arms around the beast offering a warm embrace, whispering into his ear, “I’ll always be here for you then.”

Pure Vanilla seemed to stare fondly as he continued to brush Shadow Milk's hair.

Then the hero backed off, exiting, peeking out as he closed the door, “Sweet dreams, hopefully I won’t be out for too long.”

How cheesy that this ritual seemed to continue. Shadow Milk wrapped the blankets around himself before, he felt the trills of sleep reach him absentmindedly a thought came to him… maybe he should ask for some more pairs of clothing?

Pure Vanilla walked out of the room with a hop in his step as he left the room, despite the aggression, it seemed that the beast has adapted to his situation. He returned to being more- joyful and teasing, expressing his irritation through other means. Seeing Shadow Milk like this made him grin, ah truly- he was enamoured by the beast’s behavior.

How adorable, the play… despite how infuriated Shadow Milk was, it’s both well crafted and an amusing way to release anger. The fact that the beast noticed his distress as well- Shadow Milk was never wrong in the first place, they were meant to be.

Pure Vanilla placed his hand on his soul jam, glowing underneath his touch as if in agreement.

He hummed, two weeks should be good, so three portions a day. He hummed entering his room reaching for a bottle on the shelf, he took another one. This should be roughly adequate for two weeks. He took them and walked to the kitchen to start preparing, after all having a chef do it meant that there would be inappropriate portions that could leave the beast incapacitated. That wouldn’t be good…

Entering the kitchen Pure Vanilla let his mind shift as he navigated the necessary ingredients and let his mind trail off. 

It’s been three weeks since Shadow Milk has been staying with him, and the king’s presence seemed to be slowly accepted. It’s as if Shadow Milk now tolerates him now, yes, the biting was a strange habit- but it was no longer punches and attempts to tear out skin. Brushing of hair seemed to be more acceptable as well, no longer any glares or harsh stares.

It was a shame Pure Vanilla had to leave now that he was being tolerated, he knew that it would be like stage one should he disappear again. How… disappointing. 

Pure Vanilla cleared his mind he should work on making the food, absentmindedly working on it. Pure Vanilla could take a nap perhaps, the trek was to the Hollyberry kingdom, after her victory against Eternal Sugar and White Lilly’s with Silent Salt it seems that they all wanted to discuss some things before the fight against Dark Enchantress.

He loved his companions dearly, but he needed to focus his assistance on Shadow Milk of course- in just three weeks his mood had changed drastically. 

He sighed as his mind went absent merely working and preparing the portions Shadow Milk needed to eat. The sides, like cake, he didn't have time to prepare, so even without the elixir Pure Vanilla would need to substitute it with something pre-made. Hopefully, the chefs wouldn’t mind if he borrowed it.

Packing up the goods it was already morning, Pure Vanilla picked it up in one large basket carrying it all, and quickly bringing it to his room before the rest of the castle would rouse. 

Dropping the basket he closed the door to his chamber, moving the bookcase. As he quickly made his way to drop off the food he prepared. 

Opening the door, Shadow Milk seemed to be in a deep sleep, he placed the basket next to the door. Until he heard the beast seem to rouse from his sleep, just a shift in the blankets before he heard a voice rise up.

“Mm, Pure Vanilla- would you mind getting some more” A yawn sounded out, “mn, clothes- yes.”

“Oh of course-” Pure Vanilla glanced at the beast before leaving the room.

Pure Vanilla simply went into his own chambers and reached into the closet for anything comfortable that he didn’t use. Shifting and sorting through the closet messily.

With an armful, he used a leg to prop up the bookcase's entrance before swiftly dropping the clothing next to the basket. 

Walking up to Shadow Milk's drowsy figure was strange, he seemed that he hadn’t gotten enough rest to be processing as he looked up at Pure Vanilla with tired eyes.

Pure Vanilla leaned down with a kiss to the temple as he patted Shadow Milk’s head, “Go to sleep now. I’ll be back soon then.”

He watched as Shadow Milk found the words satisfactory and he slipped back into his slumber. Pure Vanilla had to rush away before any of his subjects opened the door to be confused in his absence. Just as he pushed the bookcase closed there was a knock on his chamber doors.

“My king, are you decent?” A voice echoed through the door, “Her Highness Hollyberry has come to pick you up.”

Pure Vanilla quickly adorned his robes “Yes, of course- you are welcome in.”

The servant opened the door as Pure Vanilla came out, trailing in front of him to guide the way. As he found himself standing in front of a carriage, it seemed that one of his servants seemed to have already packed up his luggage. Hollyberry quickly opened the carriage door to squeeze the king.

“Pure Vanilla, it’s great to see you again,” she let him go before inspecting him, “Oh? And it seems that you’ve finally gotten plumper, glad it seems you're finally eating well!”

She patted his back, but it made sense since he would gain some weight as he needed to test if the food he prepared would be satisfactory for Shadow Milk, “I’ve just been receiving more reminders to eat… that is all. It’s great to see you again too, Hollyberry!”

She smiled before letting him up the carriage. Sitting down it seemed to quickly set off as Hollyberry looked up pinching Pure Vanilla’s cheeks and stretching them, “You seem to be in better health than ever- AHAHA-” she inspected the other further, “But you do seem a bit tired, anything bothering you my friend.”

Pure Vanilla shook his head as Hollyberry let go of his cheeks, “There’s just been a cat I've been taking care of, but it’s just that I can only ever take care of them at night.”

“Oho, It seems like you must be quite fond of this kitten?”

“It’s a very cute cat, but it hisses and bites,” Pure Vanilla sighed, “it’s quite unruly but they’re very adorable, so it’s all worth it.”

Hollyberry laughed at that, “It seems that you’ve found yourself some interesting company, Pure Vanilla!”

Then the conversation trailed off and they began to talk over mundane things, kingdom management, and stories of their followers. Merely catching up over weeks of absence, Hollyberry showing excitement to meet everyone else.

Yet despite everything his mind trailed back to Shadow Milk, he hoped his and the beast's relationship wouldn't be thrown back to square one.

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It was a wonderful evening. Shadow Milk was in the spire, sitting at a banquet table with cakes and desserts in front of him. They looked wonderfully crafted, catering to Shadow Milk's tastes. Black Saphire and Candy Apple worked together for the party today. After all, today was a day to celebrate; he had just gotten out of the Silver Tree.

“Shadow Milk!” Candy Apple screeched excitedly, running to his side, “Aren’t you proud of my work! A grand welcome just for you, kya-hahaha!”

“My lord-” Black Saphire walked to stand next to Candy Apple, “do not be fooled, I obviously put in more work than her. Congratulations on setting yourself free, Master Shadow Milk!”

Shadow Milk hummed “Well, my favorite minions, aren’t I glad that your loyalty reigns above every pathetic being in all of Earthbread!”

“Ha Ha! Shadow Milk cookie!” Candy Apple cooed adoringly, “Oh to have been thanked by you!”

“Please disregard her Shadow Milk, may we have this celebration over a discussion over your masterful plans for the future?”

Shadow Milk took a bite of the cake, yes it was wonderful. The fact his servants worked together, Black Sapphire had an eye to make things look absolutely delightful, and Candy Apple’s diligence gave him the sweetest of cakes.

He savored it with a hum nodding for the others to sit down next to him. The icing melted into his mouth as the moist cake crumbled into his mouth. It tasted delightful even.

“I for one think we should get back at those pathetic faeries~” Shadow Milk hummed, “replace their books of knowledge one by one until they all speak nothing but lies!”

“My lord! What a magnificent idea, am I allowed to suggest a few rumors to flare things up?” Black Saphire smiled with glee.

Candy Apple spoke up “Well~ saying that I’m Apple Faerie won't be hard and then I can easily plant a few wonderful lies for you my lovely Shadow Milk!”

Shadow Milk grinned at that, continuing to eat his cake “Those faeries won’t even know what hit them! In fact that tree guardian would weep to see the faeries embrace sweet lies and toxic gossip~”

As Shadow Milk devoured the slice of cake he watched as Candy Apple and Black Sapphire bickered fighting for his attention. His followers were adorable in their need for attention fighting for just a glance, suggesting even bigger wilder ideas, they were almost absurd in their new ideas.

“What if I just replaced all of the documents- All at once, surely that would please Shadow Milk, Kyahaha!” Candy Apple laughed, “Those stupid faeries wouldn’t notice a thing because they’re so trusting!”

Black Saphire huffed, shaking his head at that, “That’s absurd! Those faeries would notice in a second if everything was replaced! What we need is a loose rumor, just enough for them to tear down each other just in a second. Master-”

“SHADOW MILK!” They both yelled in sync.

“Gossip is better than replacing some measly documents-”

“Obviously my ideas are better than Black Saphire’s aren’t they?!”

They both said before pausing waiting for the beast's answer, Shadow Milk stared down, they were too busy fighting to eat. So he merely shook his head.

“You should have waited for my answer,” Shadow Milk hummed, “if you let yourselves get carried away we would be caught and then that measly tree guardian would chase me down to seal me away~”

His followers looked down in shame before looking up at him waiting for his words once more, eyes whispering an apology. Shadow Milk finished his cake licking at the icing on his fork, humming a tune before he spoke up.

“Well, tomorrow we will make a wonderful plan,” Shadow Milk frowned, “Aren’t you going to eat your cakes? Having them sitting out like this would surely get stale?”

They looked down, before Black Saphire looked up at Candy Apple letting her speak up first.

“I’m so sorry, Shadow Milk!” Candy Apple cried as she bowed down, “When I was baking the cakes I ate too much icing to make sure everything tasted just right! You can have my slice if you like~”

“Apologies, Master Shadow Milk,” Black Saphire bowed, “I too got carried away to make sure Candy Apple didn’t add something strange.”

“Urk- I would never add anything strange!” Candy Apple whined, “Master- he’s lying- because he’s a big bully!”

“My lord-” Black Saphire spoke up.

Shadow Milk sighed, “Now, now settle down you two~ Just pack the slices and we’ll be fine!”

The two nodded as they tidied up the slices, they could be eaten another day after all.

“My lord, I’ll be returning for the night,” Black Saphire bowed, “I’ll be around if you call me, I’m sorry that Candy Apple and I got carried away.”

“Goodnight Master Shadow Milk!” Candy Apple waved, hopping away, “Tomorrow’s a big day! You can also call me if you need anything- In fact! You should call for me first!”

Shadow Milk nodded as he waved to the both of them, watching as they both walked away. Black Saphire bowed before he turned the corner and Candy Apple gave him an excited wave before she left.

Looking down… it seems they left the slices behind, it was no matter of course. He picked up the cake, placing it to the side as he put his plate to the side to be cleaned for later. 

He turned around walking to his room, flopping onto his bed as he drifted off to sleep. Tomorrow he would fool those pathetic faeires into his sweet lies. Watch them cry as they writhed in the power of deceit, Elder Faerie would be so pissed as he looked at the Faeries and mourned. Heh.

It was a pleasant evening tonight, sitting at the banquet table there was a single cake cut into pieces with other pastries placed around. Three pieces, Shadow Milk set on the table, he was planning a fourth soon. He hummed, perhaps the fourth actor would come tomorrow?

“My lord,” Black Saphire spoke up, the beast turned to face him, “I’m sorry for not preparing sooner for your grand welcome, Candy Apple and I were not expecting you so soon.”

“Shadow Milk!” Candy Apple yelled, barreling towards the two, stopped by Black Saphire so she wouldn't crash into their master. “Aren’t you excited today? I prepared this cake just for you!”

They both sat at their seats as Black Saphire interjected, “Candy Apple, don't refer to our master so casually, however my lord, we worked together, I decorated and Candy Apple baked, but the cake was left to sit out this afternoon… I’m sorry if it’s not to your taste.”

Shadow Milk looked up, there were actually only two plates, one for him and Candy Apple, “It's no problem, but Black Saphire? Have you already finished your cake? I placed three plates down...”

“I put mine away, apologies Master,” Black Saphire smiled, “I’m not hungry today, I got caught up in creating another wonderful rumor.”

“Hey!” Candy Apple screeched, “Black Saphire why are you taking up Master Shadow Milk’s attention?”

The two started to bicker as per usual as Shadow Milk took a bite from his cake, it was… dry. The icing chipped against his lips, it wasn't bad however, it was perfectly edible however just not as good. Perhaps they baked this cake yesterday in anticipation, but the dryness… It was nothing after all.

Until Black Saphire stood up, Shadow Milk followed, it seemed black Saphire seemed to want to leave- why?

Black Saphire looked down at Shadow Milk, “Apologies Master, today has been a tiring day for me. I’ll be back when you call my name anytime.”

The servant seemed to walk away faster than Shadow Milk could keep up, “wait a moment- Black Saphire-”

“Shadow Milk?” Candy Apple called out, “You haven’t finished your cake yet?”

The beast turned around, “Apologies, I just… huh?”

“Ha Ha! There’s no need to apologize to me! I’m so happy you did, but now it’s just you and me without that Black Saphire! Kya-haha!”

Shadow Milk sat back down, continuing to eat, the cake was moist and pleasant. How strange? Perhaps the beast was mistaken with the first bite. After all, the slice was staying out for a while so it could have just been the surface.

“So master~” Candy Apple chirped, “what are we doing tomorrow? Fooling those faeries that imprisoned you?”

“How bright my minion is!” Shadow Milk hummed, “Tomorrow will be my new reign, where chaos and deceit will rise! Oh, how that White Lily will weep~ First that tree guardian and now her faeries!”

“Of course, Shadow Milk! OOHH- Those faeries will never see it coming!” She seemed to pause, “What about that thief he’s been taking so much of your attention so he has to suffer?”

Shadow Milk sighed with a smile, shaking his head “What thief? Obviously, no one could steal from me, and if they did as you said, they would just have to suffer!”

“Hmm of course no one would steal from you Shadow Milk!” Candy Apple agreed, chirping “That means they would be a complete fool!”

“Of course” Shadow Milk agreed, finishing his last bite and licking the fork, “How could anyone be that foolish!”

Then Candy Apple stood up after Shadow Milk finished eating, walking away, “Bye-bye Master Shadow Milk! I’ll definitely pass the greatest lies to those dull faeries~”

She waved before turning the corner. Shadow Milk glanced at her seat… she didn’t eat her cake.

He sighed packing up the cake, placing his own dish aside to get cleaned later.

Standing up he once again walked to his bed lying down to sleep, a thief? Who could dare steal from him, after all, he still had to mess with that White Lily and her faerie friends. That would be the sweetest revenge after she messed with his first escape attempt.

Shadow Milk was sitting in the banquet hall alone, waiting for someone. A single slice of cake in front of him was placed on a plate. There was supposed to be a guest he needed to greet, they would arrive soon, wouldn’t they?

Shadow Milk hummed his mind absent as he waited, surely Black Saphire or Candy Apple would catch wind of his boredom? Offering some juicy news or gossip as he waited?

It’s been days? At least that's what he thinks, he’s been sitting at this table for quite a while now with a smile. He sighed, maybe he could eat the cake now, after all his guest seemed to be quite tardy.

Picking up the fork he ate the cake, it was almost stale- the icing was dry. But he swallowed down the cake. Huffing, what a tardy guest- being so late.

The cake was unbefitting for him to eat- it was so dry that it made his throat lose moisture, and the cake was stiff and hard to chew. Yet he continued because that guest- he didn’t deserve such a cake… Black Saphire and Candy Apple made it just for him. No matter how stale it got.

Taking in the last bite he choked it down. Placing the fork covered with icing down.

Then he waited. Just a bit longer.

Time seemed to sweep by him, as the room was silent. He waited every moment in boredom, didn’t he already call for his minions? Why weren’t Black Saphire and Candy Apple here? To even talk, were they busy or something he huffed.

What if, they too… Abandoned him because he wasn’t fun anymore? What if his sweet lies weren’t tempting anymore? Was he really that boring that truth nor deceit could attract anyone?

But his guest would come back- he promised. Shadow Milk swallowed, despite everything, he would come back because he’s been a truthful brute- What if he couldn’t meet that promise because he met his end?

Shadow Milk stood up, picked up the plate, and tossed it to where the dirty dishes were. 

Walking over to the bed and lying on top of it, please come back. He would stop biting next time. He would give him the cake he should have saved. He shoved his head into the pillow forcing himself to sleep.

Today will be a wonderful day. Shadow Milk set out two plates, Candy Apple and Black Sapphire will welcome today's guest with a wonderful cake, they would work together on it! Even if they fought over what decorations were right or wrong or how they would fool the faeries tomorrow. 

Shadow Milk didn’t remember why he needed to celebrate today… But his very tardy guest would arrive today- he had to .

Then the door opened behind him- Light flooding the room where Shadow Milk had set up the plates.

Shadow Milk looked back with a grin, Pure Vanilla smiled back.

“Nilly~ I'm so glad you came today!” Shadow Milk spoke up beaming.

The beast dragged Pure Vanilla down in front of his plate… How long has it been since he touched someone? No matter- Nilly was here after all, sitting in front of his empty plates as they would need to wait just a bit longer for the cake. So, Shadow Milk had to distract him so he wouldn't leave!

Then, Shadow Milk opened his mouth.

“Nilly, the cake should be here soon,” Pure Vanilla looked away at the food he left behind, Shadow Milk snapped up, “Hey! Pay attention- today is a day to celebrate… huh?”

The food Pure Vanilla left behind seemed to have barely eaten, the only thing that wasn't eaten was the cake- one of the few things Pure Vanilla didn’t make . Shadow Milk seemed to gain his strength back yet there was a gentleness in his touch. Even as Shadow Milk forced him to sit on the floor in front of an empty plate, it was strange how he wouldn’t grasp too hard.

Shadow Milk himself looked like a mess as well, with chapped lips and weary eyes. Wearing one of Pure Vanilla’s old robes, but- it appears he never changed out, it was wrinkled. His hair falling apart in messy strands, atypical from his usual well kept appearance.

Pure Vanilla bit his lip, what could have possibly happened?

“Anyway, hey- stop looking away when I talk to you.” The king listened to Shadow Milk's words, “A cake- my servants they…”

Shadow Milk frowned looking away, Pure Vanilla spoke up, “A cake?” Pure Vanilla had one in his basket, an apology for leaving him behind for a few days, he made it, “I have one.”

“AH! Thank you Nilly!” Shadow Milk held out his hands, and Pure Vanilla placed the small box in the other hand. “Black Saphire and Candy Apple they- they aren’t coming are they?”

Pure Vanilla frowned, “What was going on while I was gone?”

“We were eating cake… A party- then they left.” Shadow Milk looked down, unboxing the cake, “They said they would come back after I called their names. But they aren’t here…”

Shadow Milk was about to split the cake in two but Pure Vanilla took both of the beast's hands, “The cake is all yours Shadow Milk, I’m sorry for not coming back earlier. How long was I gone?”

Shadow Milk tilted his head wide-eyed looking at Pure Vanilla, “A month? But I forgive you! You came back like you promised.”

Pure Vanilla bit his lip, “It’s only been eight days, I’m sorry it took me so long.”

Then Shadow Milk broke away from Pure Vanilla’s grasp, the beast pulled at his own hair. Looking up at Pure Vanilla in terror, seemingly snapping out of it, “No-no, THAT-” his voice cracked as his pupils shrunk, “T-hat’s not right…”

Pure Vanilla was pushed down as Shadow Milk sat on his chest- Gripping Pure Vanilla’s shoulders, and the king saw it. The beast was terrified of his dream to be completely shattered like this. It seems that his grasp of time had also withered away.

“How- how is my mind rotting like this-” the beast cried, “what are you doing to me? I-I’m not weak I was sealed away for years, how can it be just a few days? No- I-I can’t.”

Shadow Milk shuttered, Pure Vanilla sighed in relief, it seemed that the beast wasn’t going to be hostile, the king pulled Shadow Milk down to lie on top of him hugging him firmly. “I’m doing nothing. Shadow Milk, you’re not weak. I just want you to be safe here with me.”

The beast melted into the hug, “Then stop- stop leaving me, no one else is going to come-”

Oh, Shadow Milk was perfect now. Pure Vanilla wrapped his arms cradling Shadow Milk's head combing through hair, “Our soul jams are two parts of a whole, I could never leave you. But I have my duties outside as king.”

Shadow Milk seemed to flinch, reaching around the king, the hug was gentle, but tight enough like he was being clutched like a lifeline. “My soul jam… I can’t feel it” the beast cried. “You can’t leave, don’t leave me alone.”

Then the room went quiet… Perhaps healing would suffice?

Pure Vanilla repositioned his hand into the beast’s back, letting the concentrated magic flow into Shadow Milk, but the beast? Not a peep, no hissing, no sharp breaths, the magic trickled in. The Soul Jam of Truth’s essence seemed to flow in seamlessly, it seemed like there was truly no longer a resistance. 

Shadow Milk seemed to be soaking in the magic like a sponge. Accepting the magic eagerly as if he were a pitcher for the soul jam’s power.

Then it started- the beast was purring, and his breathing was slow as he drank in the essence. Until the essence seemed to overflow, Pure Vanilla stopped. Moved his hand to stroke along the beast's back.

Going to the Hollyberry kingdom wasn’t so bad he supposed, it seemed that the beast laid out his work already. Pure Vanilla was surprised at this development, how Shadow Milk had progressed into being perfect, he wanted to show the purring beast to the world. But he wasn’t ready yet, just a few more weeks of this and Shadow Milk would stay by his side even if he let him out.

The beast curled into Pure Vanilla further as if wanting to merge their very bodies. The affection was strange and yet… wonderful.

Yes, it is wonderful, Pure Vanilla smiled. Shadow Milk was perfect, how he needed the king now. The clutching that made it seem like he would die without the other, now- Shadow Milk is perfect.

.

..

...

Pure Vanilla couldn’t help himself from grinning. He won, now he could remold his prize… Rehabilitation- protection from being sealed ? Pure Vanilla needed to trick himself into believing this was genuine, just so Shadow Milk would believe he was telling the truth too.

Ah, this beast. He was truly so lonely … so adorable .

… and Pure Vanilla couldn’t wait to devour how sweet his victory would finally be when he could display his beautiful other half to the rest of Earthbread~

Pure Vanilla shifted himself up and the purring stopped as Shadow Milk clutched at his shirt. 

His eyes silently pleading as if saying aloud it was embarrassing to voice any thoughts, Pure Vanilla pretended to pay no mind to this.

“... don’t” a voice crack, “don’t leave me here.”

“Ah? I’m not going to?” Pure Vanilla smiled, “You went through my healing so well, so you should have some cake.”

Pure Vanilla supported the beast into sitting up as Shadow Milk compiled, opening his mouth, it was slow; the beast seemed to savor the cake. Bite by bite Shadow Milk accepted it, not with the same voracious appetite he did before. But savoring it, the cake Pure Vanilla made . Being delicately consumed, during the last bite Shadow Milk seemed to hold onto the spoon savoring the remaining icing.

Shadow Milk remained pliant as the king noticed some remaining cream on the side of Shadow Milk’s mouth.

Pure Vanilla hummed, perhaps he should try pushing a little more? Pure Vanilla inched his face just a bit closer licking the icing off, there was no immediate reaction. But when the king pulled away, how adorable , Shadow Milk tilted his head away, a bright flush on his face.

Pure Vanilla hummed, and a thought flashed in his mind… we wondered what Shadow Milk would do without the poison. Hm? So Pure Vanilla scooped the beast up, placing him on the bed. 

Healing him, making sure all traces of poison were erased before they took hold.

As Shadow Milk hit the bed while being tucked in, he gripped King’s shirt tightly. “You promised.”

Pure Vanilla hummed, “I promised I would come back.”

Shadow Milk latched his arms around Pure Vanilla, pulling the king into the bed. “... I won’t let you leave- you promised.”

Pure Vanilla sighed, “I’ll be here until you sleep then.”

The beast shook his head, “Then I won’t sleep.”

The king sighed, returning the embrace, Shadow Milk clutching tighter, this was really cute behavior- Pure Vanilla tried to hide his grin- Ah, he couldn’t encourage this… “I’m sorry… Can we make a new agreement? I’ll come in during my free time… or when I’m signing agreements?”

Shadow Milk grunted, loosening his grip. “Then if you break that promise I’ll break a few limbs.”

Pure Vanilla looked down, meeting Shadow Milk’s glare, he returned a smile, “I would never think about it in the first place, my love~”

“Sure, now leave me alone” the beast huffed, yet his grip was still firm.

So Pure Vanilla stayed, running his hand through Shadow Milk’s hair, the beast yawned. Soon drifting off, his grip loosening, then Pure Vanilla could once again hear a familiar purring.

Pure Vanilla stayed for a bit longer, the beast could hiss and growl. So, purring seemed just as appropriate then, he grinned sitting up. Poking at the beast’s face, ha ha- so cute ~

Moving off the bed it seemed that the beast was asleep enough to be unbothered. So Pure Vanilla simply glid his hand along the other's face, caressing the other and giving a kiss on Shadow Milk’s temple, “...so perfect, and all mine - ah, but I’m yours too~” Pure Vanilla whispered before standing up.

Ah, what should he do tomorrow? He definitely needed to pack Hollyberry a gift, even if she didn’t know why. Well, one day he’ll show off Shadow Milk, he’s perfect- but he’s not ready yet…

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It’s been a few days since Pure Vanilla has agreed to become a prisoner to his room- ahem working in his room. The hero even brought in a personalized workbench as he looked over documents, it only had a hook for his staff- so it wasn’t that special. 

Shadow Milk hated to admit it- but the hero was surprisingly attentive for someone signing papers all day. Constantly responding to questions or even inviting the beast to sit on his lap.

And it seems…Ever since that day Pure Vanilla changed?

Never in a bad way, but Pure Vanilla showered him with affection and gifts, he never wanted Shadow Milk to eat by himself. Even if it was the hero's meal times, he always seemed to feed the beast first, spoonful- forkful whatever, before eating himself. Before Pure Vanilla fed himself he would always stare at Shadow Milk then purse his lips then eat- as if foregoing a question. He also was cleaning any stains on the beast’s face by lapping it up with his…tongue. 

Another hopefully passing trend was kissing, not just on the temple but anywhere the hero could feasibly touch. As well as embraces, firm, lasting an overly long time until Shadow Milk huffed and pushed Pure Vanilla off.

Shadow Milk also felt his body gaining some semblance of strength, he could walk easily now… that was it. As much as he wanted to flower those words, say he could beat the hero with no more than his fists- his physical state was very anticlimactic to report on.

Maybe he should have listened to that barbarian Burning Spice and ‘stop relying on that flimsy magic.’ Shadow Milk sighed, without magic the beast was… fine. Helpless- but fine.

Shadow Milk was interrupted from his thinking, as Pure Vanilla stood up and started to head towards the door. Shadow Milk trailed after him- why was he leaving? As Pure Vanilla started to pass through the doorway, grasping onto the robes. But they merely disappeared as the hero trekked forward. 

With a handful of nothing, Shadow Milk sat back on the bed. Waiting. He stared at the door waiting for the other to return, Shadow Milk still felt Pure Vanilla’s presence, tilting his head to look at the desk. The staff- that means Pure Vanilla would come back right?

So Shadow Milk lay on the bed… waiting. He swallowed thickly, it’s been a long enough time now, yes? He should be back soon- maybe he could count? Pure Vanilla usually returned by 1900 seconds- Keeping track of time would be better- Pure Vanilla was in here more than he was outside after all.

So then he started, one, two, three.

Honestly, it made him mad that Pure Vanilla was gone long enough to start counting. 

One-thousand seven-hundred one, one-thousand seven-hundred two, one-thousand seven-hundred three.

It was about time when Pure Vanilla would come back… why wasn’t he back yet? He better have a good excuse- like tripping down the stairs. Shadow Milk bit his lip, there was no good reason to be away for this long… Just- keep counting. Deep-breath, don't panic.

Five… thousand.

No-no-nononononononono. Where was he- Shadow Milk stopped counting. He… shouldn’t be gone for this long. He can’t leave him alone like this- Pure Vanilla can’t abandon him, Shadow Milk’s breath quivered- he would stop complaining about what Pure Vanilla gave him- he could hug back when Pure Vanilla hugged him- please- he didn’t do anything wrong this time- please.

Shadow Milk moved to sit at the entrance of his room, “Pure Vanilla… please come back.” his breath quivered “If I made a mistake I-I’ll fix it.”

He asked hopelessly, there was no response. 

“I’ll stop complaining-”

“I’ll give you more hugs!”

“I won't ask for anything anymore…”

Shadow Milk begged with nothing but the air, there was no response.

“Please come back- Nilly- Pure Vanilla?”

“I’m sorry for biting you… I’m sorry that I would punch you… I’m sorry for trying to take your soul jam” He felt his eyes grow bleary, “I-I’m so sorry for everything that happened at the spire- I can stop lying- I’ll be better… please come back.”

“I can apologize, I can make it up to the faeries- I can give you my soul jam” Shadow Milk started to sob, leaning next to the door frame, “I’ll help you seal the other beasts away, please don’t leave me alone-”

“I don’t have anyone else but you, they- they all abandoned me…” A choked sob as he rubbed at his eyes, “I don't have anyone else- please come back… I need you… I can’t live with anyone but you… Pure Vanilla- please.”

Shadow Milk continued to sob his face warm as tears continued to stream down his cheeks. His body trembled; he would do anything just to be hugged again. Everything felt so… oh so cold. There was nothing he could offer anymore, perhaps he couldn’t fix what had upset Pure Vanilla- he would just be abandoned again. Alone until he faded away, becoming forgotten to time, his body to waste away and he would become nothing again.

He was nothing without Pure Vanilla, so he had to come back, he needed to come back. Shadow Milk lost any tears he could cry, his body only heaving as his throat closed up to continue to sob. Breathing was difficult as he choked on every garbled cry.

His breathing was shaky as it started to even out. He felt so tired, but he had to stay awake, or else Pure Vanilla would really leave. His eyes drooped, he had to stay awake… no. He… can’t sleep…

Shadow Milk was suspended in darkness as a long-forgotten voice spoke up. “So? Are you finally going to come back?”

“Light of…?”

“Knowledge, I am. Even if I am no more than half now. Straying from your path, yet it all leads back to-”

“You” Shadow Milk spoke with the voice, “Why am I here.”

The voice seemed to laugh as if mocking him, “Because once again you are nothing, you twisted me into deceit. Yet now you’re willing to finally give me up, learning your lesson now?”

Shadow Milk stayed silent.

“Unlike what I’ve been bent into, I am still kind, for I am wise.” The voice paused, “I’ll lend you my advice, to the hopeless shell you are.”

“What could I possibly learn… especially from you.” Shadow Milk held back a hiss.

“The one whom holds the other half, you’ve been quite blessed, someone so loving, kind, obsessed.” The voice hummed, “You know just as well as I do, give up your pride, and you will have everything you need.”

Shadow Milk frowned, this voice was deluded, must be faulty or something…

“Yet, you still refuse to listen?” It spoke, “I’m not asking you to hand me over. But you must kill your pride, the power of deceit no longer lies within you. The light of truth has resonated so far we are connected once more, either your pride can twist me again, or you can embrace me once more.”

Shadow Milk swallowed… “Pure Vanilla can decide that.”

“Oh, it seems you can make the right decision after all.” the Light of Knowledge hummed. “That boy will be elated to hear your decision, I’m glad my holder is bright enough to know what’s the right decision.”

A moment of silence rebounded as there was understanding between them.

Shadow Milk curled up into himself, “In the end, it’s just me isn’t it?”

“Yes,” the source of the voice appeared, back when he was a ‘savior’, “well, this time we can make the right decision. Pride is a smaller price to pay than 5000 years, yes?”

“Knowledge huh?”

“You could strive for truth too…”

“I think two taking the same major role will make one of us dull.” Shadow Milk laughed bitterly, “That spotlight isn’t for me anymore, so I shouldn’t steal it away.”

“It’s his decision, however.”

“It’s his decision.” the beast agreed.

“Farewell, don’t mess this up.”

Shadow Milk closed his eyes.

Shadow Milk was warm, as he sat up from the bed. It seems that he was just placed there, a figure immediately ran to his side. Sitting on the floor clasping at Shadow Milk’s hands holding them together.

Ah, it's Pure Vanilla. 

“Are you okay? You were on the floor when I found you.” Pure Vanilla asked in mock concern. He knew yet he still chose to as k…

“Mm, I was…” kill your pride. Shadow Milk bowed his head, “I'm sorry, for setting you off and making you leave.”

Pure Vanilla tilted his head, playing dumb, “setting me off?”

Shadow Milk smiled weakly, nodding, “I'm sorry for ignoring you,” he looked “I’m sorry for being horrible to you, I made a mistake… you are better than my lies… I was wrong for saying we couldn't be friends and…” he shook his head, and his breath quivered “...you're everything.”

Pure Vanilla grinned brightly, an emotion the beast couldn't decipher, “Ha ha, Shadow Milk, I will never abandon you” his voice hummed with unbridled joy, “everything you've done? I forgive it all. I graciously accept your apology. And I'm glad you see me that way.”

The hero got up brushing their lips together then wrapping his arms around Shadow Milk, it was so warm. Like his soul felt complete, he never wanted this hug to ever end. Shadow Milk clutched around the hero; he couldn't let go- not yet. 

Pure Vanilla was so loving, so kind, the way Pure Vanilla’s eyes looked when he talked to the beast. They adored him like he was a wonderful treasure, void of imperfections.

“Do you know what you are to me Shadow Milk?” Pure Vanilla hummed, “You're my love, my other half. You taught me so much and gave me so much wisdom, so I can be here today to give you all of my love.”  

Pure Vanilla leaned away to pull the beast into another kiss, locking lips as the hero was firm pushing gently before pulling away. Tightening the embrace as Pure Vanilla rested the beast’s head on his chest 

“Then it looks like I wasn't that bad of an instructor, was I?” Shadow Milk smiled crying, tears fell, he didn't know why. Something inside of him was MOURNING, Shadow Milk lost something, how could it die, just like this?

“Despite my misgivings, you were wonderful, perfect even. I've learned so much from you and grown.”

“Hmmm,” tears continued to spill out, “m’ sorry that I hated you… I was jealous.”

“And I understand, Shadow Milk. You're perfect now. You don't need to apologize for something I've forgiven you for. I understand and you should not be tormented for your guilt.”

Shadow Milk hummed, forgiveness… was he worthy of that? The tears started to stop, drying by just a little.

Pure Vanilla placed a hand on Shadow Milk's chest, resting atop the soul jam, “I'm going to start healing you now okay?”

Shadow Milk nodded as he felt the magic flow into him- directly into the soul jam, so warm, so gentle. He could feel it clearly, the magic of the Light of Truth, flowing into him, like he was cocooned in a warm blanket. Peace, comfort… Why did he resist? This power nourished him, it was tearing him apart as it stitched him back together.  

It was gentle as it flowed inside of him, this was Pure Vanilla’s love in its purest form, Shadow Milk couldn’t help himself nuzzling deeper into the hero’s chest. Then his throat rumbles as he purrs- love- love, this warmth inside was love, the way the magic twisted and weaved inside to guide the beast's very essence. Shadow Milk would be perfect for Pure Vanilla pliant, kind, truthful, anything the other wanted. He didn’t need to resist, he didn’t need to hold his pride anymore, he found his perfect place.

Pure Vanilla seemed to pet Shadow Milk as he purred in contentment, his throat trilling as fingers brushed through his hair. Deceit, Knowledge, Truth? None of it mattered here , as long as the other was here, nothing else mattered.

Pure Vanilla seemed to place something next to them, “Now Shadow Milk, are you going to eat now?”

Shadow Milk looked at the hero, glancing down, bowtie pasta? He looked back up at Pure Vanilla nodding then opening his mouth, still purring.

“Haha, as you wish, my love~” Pure Vanilla chuckled, there was something almost predatory in his voice- victorious while he cooed. He continued to feed Shadow Milk, bite- by bite as he finished the plate. He savored it all, whatever the hero fed him always tasted pleasant.

Then Pure Vanilla leaned down, licking at the sauce on the corners of Shadow Milk’s mouth… then he started lapping up at the dried tear stains. The wetness felt strange, but the beast accepted this adoration as Pure Vanilla doted on him like this.

Backing away Pure Vanilla hummed, “Do you mind if I eat next?” Pure Vanilla pulled out a disk wrapped in paper.

Shadow Milk shook his head, “Just… give me a bite as well.”

Pure Vanilla unwrapped the meal before offering Shadow Milk a bite, it was good like most things, “You know, because of this I’m able to easily remember when to eat, apparently Hollyberry even saw that I’ve come to be a healthy weight.”

Shadow Milk listened to the other talk attentively as Pure Vanilla bit into his burger, it seemed that there was some sauce that scraped along the side of his mouth. 

“She didn’t even invite me to eat at a diner before we left.” Pure Vanilla finished his meal, it seemed there was some sauce on his fingers as well.

So Shadow Milk pulled the hand to him as he leaned forward to return the favor, lapping at the fingers, before sitting up to pull Pure Vanilla’s head down, licking the corner of his mouth. The sauce was fine, but he should do the same thing Pure Vanilla has done for him so far. The beast hummed in his own head, yes he would be congratulated for this.

At first, the hero's eyes widened in shock from the initiation, before he beamed brightly, the smile nearly burning into the beast's eyes. Pure Vanilla pulled the other down into the bed, grinning at him warmly, the hero lifted himself from the bed brushing through Shadow Milk’s hair.

“Good night my love, may your dreams be sweeter than even the best cakes.”

Pure Vanilla stood up, leaving the room. Shadow Milk’s stomach twisted as he lay in bed. Surely it was a mistake.

How could Pure Vanilla forget his kiss , Shadow Milk chewed on his lip. He could just remind the other tomorrow.

Shadow Milk lay in the bed as he closed his eyes. Yet there was unrest in his heart, he swallowed thickly, an anxiety thrumming under his skin. No matter how hard he shut his eyes, he wasn’t drowsy.

He couldn’t sleep; Shadow Milk sat up. That- he, grrm, Pure Vanilla needed to treat him right, he huffed getting out of the bed. He can’t say honeyed words then forgo his duties, being such a tease- that's not fair. He did things right, he bit his lip, and he should have spoken his complaint before the king left.

But… Shadow Milk stood up, skimming the room, running his hand across the walls. He shouldn’t be doing this- but, Pure Vanilla wouldn’t mind, right? He wouldn’t even be seen, just go waltzing into Pure Vanilla's room and no one would spot him- AHEM- yes that's right.

Entering the repeating hallway, Shadow Milk began scanning there too. Then he spotted it, a small rip in the magic, just underneath a painting. Shadow Milk inspected it, it seemed to depict when Pure Vanilla was first king, with fancy robes and… a flower crown on his head. He hadn’t seemed to have aged a day, uh he means- that should be obvious. Soul jams or something…

Shadow Milk gently put the painting down and the tear was just barely there, a finger- it seemed like this section was weak in general. So, he stuck a finger in pulling on the fabric of the magic, it would be easy if he could dispel it- but brute force was necessary. 

With some probing, it was wide enough to pull open with his hands, so Shadow Milk stuck his hands in there and pulled. Falling to the side as he used the entirety of his body weight- a thought entered the back of his head, on the first few days if he noticed this- It would have been impossible to pull the magic apart.

Slipping through the hole- Shadow Milk was in a hallway, facing a window where the painting would have been. The moon gently provided its light as the stars offered a beautiful view, it was beautiful… he bit his lip, perhaps he should invite the hero to do some star gazing. 

Shadow Milk walked down the hall, it was shorter than he thought it would be, only two doors here. But Shadow Milk could feel Pure Vanilla’s location, his soul jam reconnecting just to tell him where the other was. It’s strange, his soul jam seemed to desire that connection, yet it refused to fuse to Pure Vanilla’s. 

Opening the door was another, a sliding door with a handle? Shadow Milk took it, pulling it open, entering the room, the door shut behind him. 

It was a well lived room, plentiful with books. Pots of flowers and other flora around the room. Paintings that littered the wall and a desk with letters messily piling across it.

It was almost quaint? Very befitting of the hero, Shadow Milk hummed walking to the bed, fancy, befitting of a king. Placing his hand down, it was ever so softer than the one Shadow Milk slept on. The beast huffed, sure he slept on a cloud, but he could be a little jealous Pure Vanilla slept on cloud premium.

But now here he was~ 

Shadow Milk won't be needing to complain any longer, as he huddled up to the other. Making a space for himself as he rested his head on Pure Vanilla's chest. The tiredness seemed to immediately hit him as he looked at the hero one last time, the moonlight seemed to make a good fit for his face. 

It was a shame he never took Truthless Recluse outside during that time. But Pure Vanilla was just as equal, the long hair was nice… and he was gentle, understanding.

Shadow Milk yawned, same coin shtik, both equally great in their charms~

He buried his head into the other's chest, as drowsiness finally took hold of him and his eyes shut. He found his truth after all- the only one he needed.

Instead of the warmth of sunlight being the first thing Pure Vanilla noticed when he woke up it was a weight on his chest and the sound of persistent purring. Placing his hand on the weight brushing his fingers through the hair- that was definitely the beast on his chest.

The king slipped out and took his staff, he was severely apologetic that he couldn’t lie in bed for any longer. After all, he had to award Shadow Milk for being so perfect, to escape from his cage to fall right into Pure Vanilla’s arms… After all, he was the one to set everything up, abandonment, the lack of attention, watching as Shadow Milk begged for his presence, it was adorable- 

Hm? Something was off. Pure Vanilla had inspected the other’s soul jam, the eye that remained in the center- It had closed. While before it wouldn’t glow at all, now it seemed to have regained its radiance, in fact it shines even brighter. Pure Vanilla brushed his fingers against it, and it responded glowing with a gentle hum as its surface rippled, and it seems that the king's soul jam reacted in turn. 

They were connected. One yet separate.

Connecting with the magic briefly, it was immediate. This soul jam had lacked an identity, vehemently rejecting deceit as it stuck firmly attempting to connect to Pure Vanilla’s. It was foreign, two sides of the same coin, yet one decided to destroy its face to attempt to get even closer to its opposite.

It suddenly made sense, while Pure Vanilla did unravel him- it seems that Shadow Milk had unknowingly decided to tear himself apart. The beast had given all of the pieces to the king, to happily be rewoven.

Pure Vanilla grinned, he could let the beast out now, ‘free’. And it truly wouldn’t even matter, in fact, he was sure; Shadow Milk, even if he disagreed on the outside, compliance would be handed to the king. Adorable- in fact, there would be a change in plans.

Pure Vanilla shook the other awake.

“Shadow Milk, my love.” Pure Vanilla cooed, “It’s time to wake up, you can’t have the bed to yourself I’m afraid.”

Shadow Milk blearily blinked as he sluggishly moved to rise up. Managing to still purr as he scooted to pull the king into an embrace.

It seems that more things were strange when it came to the beast’s appearance. The eyes that lie in his hair remained closed, typically they were the first to blink open, reacting before Shadow Milk’s face could contort to display it. But they remained shut despite the beast's eyes remaining wide open.

Pure Vanilla hummed, patting Shadow Milk on the head, “While I won’t say I’m not upset, how did you leave your room?”

Shadow Milk yawned, Pure Vanilla expected an insult, however, the beast seemed to hum thoughtfully, “You observed the spell from outside not knowing how I would have cast it…” the purring continued when he paused, “It was hard to spot… but I found a weak spot and tore a hole to the outside.”

Pure Vanilla gave a sigh, but for the other to have been this insightful. It feels strange, like he was being strangely pliant. Trying to please the king, perhaps it was an apology for escaping.

Shadow Milk looked up, “My question is next, yesterday, my kiss…” The beast tapped at the side of his forehead. “Where is it?”

“Ah, apologies for upsetting you.” Pure Vanilla leaned down, ignoring the pointing and interlocked lips with Shadow Milk, just a quick peck before he separated, “now, I suppose keeping you in your room would be impossible, wouldn’t it?”

Shadow Milk hummed accepting the apology before he nodded with vigor, “Nilly- you can’t leave me… I can change- but you can’t leave me alone again. Promise?”

“Mmm, I’ll trust you to not cause danger,” Pure Vanilla paused, “I’ll let you off this time because it was my fault for leaving you in distress, let’s go to the garden together?”

Shadow Milk nodded as wiped at his eyes. Clinging to the king, still purring.

It appears that Shadow Milk was in no more than a simple white robe- Pure Vanilla scratched at his chin, it would be strange if Pure Vanilla was in his own robes and Shadow Milk seemed to be in a nightgown from afar. While it would be fun- no, this was a sight for his eyes only.

“Haha- please let go now, I have to dress myself now,” Pure Vanilla hummed pointing to where his wardrobe would be, “You should also get yourself ready if I take you to my garden, love.”

Shadow Milk nodded as he opened the door to it, digging through the clothing. 

Pure Vanilla turned around wearing his robes and fixing his soul jam into place, turning around it seems that the beast was almost finished with his own clothing. The soul jam set aside as Shadow Milk presented himself.

Shadow Milk grinned- then he bit his lip, arms wide as he twirled, “Is this good? Do you like it?”

Pure Vanilla readjusted the staff in his hands… Oh- This was the old robes Pure Vanilla wore when he was in the academy, albeit readjusted, the scarf overlapping itself, and the brooch was missing. It seems that Shadow Milk was unwilling to wear the soul jam? Strange, he frowned.

The beast bit his lips at Pure Vanilla's expression, looking down, “Do you not like it? I'm sor-”

“No, stop.” Pure Vanilla interjected, giving the other a smile, “You look better than I ever did, are you sure you don't want to wear your soul jam?”

Shadow Milks eyes widened, he looked stunned before coughing with a flush, cute , “The soul jam- do you want me to wear it? Others would notice won’t they… that attention…”

“I’m glad you think that way, however, I assure you, no matter the rumors that roam these halls the soul jam would be the least noticeable.” Pure Vanilla laughed, Shadow Milk thinking ahead just for him, truly “You’re my other half, without your soul jam I wouldn’t feel complete at all~”

Shadow Milk flushed at that, quickly attaching the soul jam to himself. “... even if I can’t use its power anymore… It’s nice… being connected to you.”

Pure Vanilla hummed in agreement. Focusing on the soul jam, it glowed brightly in alignment with Shadow Milk’s desires, yet it lacked any further identity. Pure Vanilla decided to speak up, “Your soul jam, it seems to have gained a new light, may I inquire on its title?”

“There is no title, we agreed, it’s entirely what you desire it to be. The right decision was not our’s to make when it came to Truth, Deceit, nor Knowledge.” Shadow Milk smiled, touching his soul jam, its connection resonating with Pure Vanilla’s, both willing to be remolded. How fitting, they were one, so they were both his, yes, his.

“Haha- your devotion for me is enough, there is enough room for us to share Truth if you wish.” Pure Vanilla smiled, opening the door, guiding the other out, speaking just a bit louder as he entered the hall, “You’re mine, so it doesn’t matter what path you choose.”

Shadow Milk followed the other outside, holding onto the king's arm as he smiled, “Then it doesn’t need a name- we’re connected and that's all that matters.”

They walked together to the garden as Pure Vanilla guided, Shadow Milk attached to him purring loudly, perhaps his contentment could echo through the entire castle itself. Shadow Milk was finally ready to be released, and Pure Vanilla couldn’t wait to see how the beast would please him.

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As they set foot in the garden, despite everything, it seemed that the garden was colorless. In fact, everything other than Pure Vanilla lacked color. It was a strange sight, and yet it felt entirely as if it made sense- this was right.

“Isn’t it wonderful?” Pure Vanilla smiled, “Even if I lack the time to do so now, I’ve tended to quite a few of these plants.”

Then- the garden bloomed with color; the garden is wonderful. His mind repeated. “I’m sure the plants have enjoyed your tender care; its colors feel like an extension of you." Shadow Milk smiled.

Pure Vanilla smiled, “I’m glad you like it, I figured I should bring you here first as the sunrise enchants this place… hm- perhaps one day we should have a picnic.”

“A picnic in a garden beloved by you…” Shadow Milk hummed, finding the word for it, “delightful.”

Pure Vanilla shook his head, “You’re free to speak your mind, after all, it’s only us here.”

“Nilly? Why would I say otherwise?” Shadow Milk gave a soft smile, Shadow Milk rested a hand against his own soul jam, “Other than you nothing else matters so there's no reason to lie, well- unless you want me to ~” he winked.

“Haha, of course, my love,” Pure Vanilla laughed, “I’m just saying I hold no other expectations other than for you to stay by my side.”

“Hm, what if I turned into a worm?” Shadow Milk hummed, “Would you just put me into a terrarium and haul me around everywhere?”

“What a strange question” the hero hummed, “I suppose I would? I mean, unless you wanted me to hold you all the time?”

“Pft- No more than a hypothetical heh-” Shadow Milk laughed as he pulled Pure Vanilla down to lay on the grass, “So you would keep me in a tiny jar, just so you know, before I become any animal, I would much prefer being in your arms.”

“You're mine no matter what form you take,” Pure Vanilla hummed as he caressed the other's face, “But, I will hold you in my arms for eternity if that’s what you desire.”

“Actually- maybe I wouldn’t like being carried everywhere…” Shadow Milk leaned into the touch, “- How do you spend every day… given I’ll be following after you?”

Pure Vanilla laid back soaking in the sun, “It changes every day, recently my kingdom has been calling me a little bit of a hermit~ But I go to teach, offer advice to those who need it, make deals as their king…”

Shadow Milk’s ears perked up as Pure Vanilla trailed off.

“Truly however I’m not a king- my kingdom has risen and while I’m valued as such, I’m no more than perhaps, a leader… it’s only been recently reborn after all, just a cup to my once vast sea. I am a king without a throne, yet they call me so in everything but name- even then I’m still referred to as such.” He sighed, “Humorous how it works sometimes, but prosperity calls for a leader sometimes.”

Shadow Milk softened his voice, “are you upset?”

“Not at all” the hero chuckled, “but I can notice the irony, after all, I’ve nourished many things to become better.”

Pure Vanilla turned to brush through Shadow Milk's hair, smiling, his eyes filled with adoration. Pure Vanilla grinned, absolutely prideful as he looked at the other.

“Just like you, yes?”

“Yes, of course, Nilly,” Shadow Milk smiled with a sigh, “everything I am, all here from you.”

Pure Vanilla seemed to focus on something in the distance, before turning back to the other, grinning brightly, “Indeed you are my darling.” 

The hero soon sat up, grabbing his staff as he stood, turning his head to the distance and giving a wave. Then he looked down offering the beast a hand, staring at the other with a pleased smile.

“Now then, we should get up,” Pure Vanilla paused, “Today's a busy day so we should find somewhere so I can start healing you early this morning!”

Shadow Milk accepted the hand being pulled into a kiss as he stood up. Pure Vanilla seemed to prod at the other's lips? The beast didn’t exactly know what this meant until he received a nip on his lower lip-  Shadow Milk attempted to gasp as the hero used his tongue to enter inside. The appendage explores his mouth as if licking inside, trying to dominate and explore.

Pure Vanilla soon separated with a grin, looking off to the distance as he turned back to Shadow Milk with a smile. Shadow Milk turned his head. But Pure Vanilla placed a hand over the beast's eyes.

Shadow Milk turned back his head, Pure Vanilla uncovering his eyes, “Vanilly what is it?”

“You only need to pay attention to me ,” the hero hummed, “observers don't matter after all, don’t they? I can keep watch if it bothers you.”

Shadow Milk nodded his head at this, if that's what Pure Vanilla desired nothing else mattered.

They started walking through the garden together, it was strange walking like this, in a way, when he wasn’t floating around… Pure Vanilla was actually slightly taller than him. Where Shadow Milk could rest his chin on the other shoulder. 

As the hero said, he would be busy with duties so they should get to healing soon, the beast soon spotted a bench surrounded by blooming flowers. Shadow Milk detached himself sitting down as he patted the spot next to him.

“Hm? Would you like to be sitting?” Pure Vanilla asked, “Walking must have taken a toll on you hasn’t it?”

Shadow Milk shook his head before turning to the hero, “Healing,” he chirped “We should start our morning early with it-”

When Pure Vanilla sat down, he received a jab to the side, Shadow Milk then patted the spot- hopefully, it wasn't that hard…

“Walking isn’t anything difficult- tch” Shadow Milk paused, “unless you want to carry me around everywhere~”

Pure Vanilla sat pulling the other into his lap, “If you insist my darling~ ”

Shadow Milk pulled the other into a hug, resting his head on the other's shoulder “I would prefer you didn’t.”

“Haha, it seems that you’ve regained your feistiness, haven’t you?” Pure Vanilla hummed as he shifted the beast to lie in his lap, stroking the other’s soul jam, “Now just let the energy of my soul jam in, okay?”

“Well is it my fault you always smile whenever I bite?” Shadow Milk huffed, reaching up and pulling at Pure Vanilla's cheeks, “Either way I’ll do what you want, so this is just another thing you want, hmm?”

“But of course, every side of you is just as adorable after all,” Pure Vanilla cooed, resting his hand on the soul jam, “I cannot help but love every little part of you~”

Then the magic flowed, filling up his soul jam, gently spreading through Shadow Milk’s body. It all felt warm inside like he was in an embrace, as the same bodily need was fulfilled echoing within him. Yes, as long as Pure Vanilla was here he would be satisfied, Shadow Milk didn’t need anything from anyone else. This was bliss offered to him in the form of eternity filling him without restraint. 

Then he started purring, so loud as he was bathed in comfort. Taking in all of the magic as it flowed into him, it felt so good as he craved the attention it gave him. And- oh, he was purring , his whole body shaking as he released the sound from his throat. The sound paused as he opened his eyes.

Pure Vanilla seemed to stare at him with concern.

“... It’s been a long time since that's happened” Shadow Milk murmured, he stretched leaning into the touch, “Purring… it’s no more than an old habit-”

“Please continue,” Pure Vanilla beamed, “I adore it when you enjoy yourself. If you feel so good you cannot help but purr, then I know I’m doing good.”

“Ah-” Shadow Milk pulled Pure Vanilla’s hand closer, more magic crashed into his body then his purring erupted once more. 

As the magic overflowed and Pure Vanilla gradually stopped adding to it, Shadow Milk was satisfied as he moved the hero’s hand to caress his face- nuzzling into it. Continuing to purr in his blissed state, as he was lifted up he rubbed against the crook of Pure Vanilla's neck. 

Pure Vanilla seemed to sigh and Shadow Milk barely noticed as he was lifted up. Merely continuing to purr as he was being carried around, then something inside him shifted as he began nipping at Pure Vanilla's neck cooing. Pulling down the cloth biting and then lapping up at the wound, the hero paid no mind as he started to hum a song, leaving the beast to make another wound as he purred in contentment rubbing back into the neck.

Soon the daze left him, Shadow Milk pushed away as he was set to the floor.

“... I’m sorry” Shadow Milk murmured, “you should heal those-”

Pure Vanilla cocked his head, “Why should I, I’ll treasure these just like the others?”

“Because if someone sees,” the beast fidgeted with his hair, “then they wouldn’t want me around you.”

“Does it matter?” Pure Vanilla rolled up his sleeve, every bite and bruise from Shadow Milk’s previous antagonizing, all in pristine condition, “I have to store them all, each one was made from love, so I should appreciate it.”

Shadow Milk felt panic rise up as he hissed, “If they see it, then they would want me gone,” his voice cracked, “then they would want you to leave me.”

Pure Vanilla’s eyes went cold, “Would I leave you? Where did my love get such misconceptions from?”

Shadow Milk looked down, “They’re just silly ideas, I’m sorr-”

“Haha, no need to apologize,” Pure Vanilla beamed, “If anyone disagrees, no one can understand us better than we can. They were never important if they disagreed.”

No one else matters. Shadow Milk smiled, “Nilly if I’m your number one you should just tell me, I’m the jewel of your eyes, the light of your life, those other fools are no more than scrap if they want me to leave~”

“I quite agree, if they wanted to disagree then the exit to my kingdom would happily be exile ”  Pure Vanilla agreed with joy. 

“Yes of course Nilly!” Shadow Milk paused looking at the hero(?), “...yeah…?”

Pure Vanilla only smiles back with confidence, yes it must be right. The hero was right, others didn’t need to be understood as long as they had each other.

“Then where to next?” Shadow Milk hummed, “Lectures, contracts, anything of the sort?”

“A conference, there's going to be a meeting with some contractors to inspect and repair infrastructure,” Pure Vanilla offered his hand, “I would be honored if you came with me, hm- perhaps we should eat together first. Are you hungry perhaps?”

“Hmm, sounds like a plan!” the beast latched back onto Pure Vanilla, before spewing questions “What are we going to eat? How many people will be there?”

“Haha- curious aren’t you? Hmm, today… omelets perhaps? And there will be three companies.”

Shadow Milk hummed at that breakfast then a meeting. How strange, it’s been a long time - too long in fact since he's done anything related to a formal agreement. The last time that had happened was when he cooperated in an agreement with… Salt… Silent Salt huh? Have they been sealed already? Hmm, perhaps that could be a question for later?

Pure Vanilla soon walked into a kitchen pointing Shadow Milk to a stool. The beast intently watched as Pure Vanilla started to prepare food.

“Do you not have chefs or anything?” Shadow Milk inquired as Pure Vanilla chopped some ingredients. 

“I do, however, prefer making personal meals.” Pure Vanilla, “The chefs are part of a… community kitchen I believe. However, I prefer at least having this much independence no matter how many loyal followers of mine offer food.”

“Huh, I see.” Shadow Milk said before lazily watching Pure Vanilla move across the kitchen, eating from necessity was a strange concept to Shadow Milk. His disconnection from magic meant the soul jam could no longer provide him with that nourishment.

Pure Vanilla paused for a second, glancing at the beast, “Are there any questions? A conversation is always pleasant.” 

“Then what’s the status of everyone else- the beasts I mean-” Shadow Milk hummed, “The other soul jam holders are fine as well too, I guess…”

“My friends are faring well, living prosperous lives… as for the beasts, White Lily has gotten ahold of the Beast Binding Ritual, and the others have been told to seek out their counterparts.” Pure Vanilla paused, just staring into the distance, “Should they decide to seal you away then there would be major issues… There are no hypotheticals here if they managed to do it, it’s a shame for them… but you are my priority Shadow Milk, and if they didn't let me have my other half- They would be…”

Shadow Milk let the words remain unspoken, then he responded with a chirp “Haha! You're my one and only too Nilly, should the others remain unruly! Rest assured I can hand you any information that will be of assistance!”

“I’m glad to have your support,” Pure Vanilla grinned, “I have faith in my companions however should they fail I will happily ask for your help, I’m sure the knowledge you offer would easily seal my case for you to remain by my side.”

“But of course, I would do anything to help you,” Shadow Milk frowned, “but… what if I had to go into the seal?”

“If that hypothetical were to happen, I would be dead .” Pure Vanilla paused what he was doing with a grim look on his face, “and if that were to not happen then I would be in that seal with you. While most conflicts could be reasoned, Shadow Milk, my love, you are non-negotiable .”

“Hm? So, you wouldn’t set up little gifts, give me tiny trinkets, and sit outside of my seal in my absence?” Shadow Milk grinned almost swooning, “To be sealed right beside me? How romantic, stop being so charming or I’ll fall even harder!”

Pure Vanilla soon had two plates set for them. Pure Vanilla sat on the floor of the kitchen as he put a plate in the beast's lap.

Shadow Milk fed himself- putting the fork down… it was bland? 

But then Pure Vanilla offered his own fork, Shadow Milk taking a bite, and it was soft- fluffy, flavor bursting in his mouth as he chewed. Delicious, Shadow Milk took another bite he was offered, Pure Vanilla seemed to be in sync eating and feeding himself in tandem.

The beast savored the meal, soon speaking up in between bites, “About the meeting… What will there be…”

Pure Vanilla hummed, thinking for a second before speaking. “The first one is a descendent of an old family that used to work for the kingdom, the second is pretty prominent and well known, the third is a smaller business but they’re well known for their detailed work.”

Shadow Milk gave a grunt of acknowledgment, “Who are you planning on working with?” 

“All three preferably, however having a second opinion would be nice” The hero smiled, giving the beast the last bite.

“Sound’s like a cost sink, why three.” Shadow Milk hummed as Pure Vanilla licked at the mess on his lips.

Pure Vanilla backed off, the hero holding a pensive expression on his face, “While I could negotiate and create a single contract, if I have three they will balance each other out from the competition.”

Shadow Milk nodded at that, as Pure Vanilla stood up and turned to clean the dishes. The beast followed close behind, patiently watching behind the other. The hero quickly finished tidying up, quickly pulling Shadow Milk out of the kitchen as he was finished.

They walked to the conference room in silence. Shadow Milk propped himself on Pure Vanilla’s lap after the other sat on the chair.

The hero's brows furrowed for a second to think, “It’s going to be a while before the meeting starts, is there anything you would like to discuss before then?”

“Not in particular,” the beast shook his head. 

Pure Vanilla nodded at that, taking the information in, “Then would you like me to talk about some of those that reside here?”

Shadow Milk nodded his head, some background knowledge would be useful…

“First of all, there's Black Raisin and Strawberry crepe,” the hero’s eyes glazed over with fondness as if they were grinning. “great allies and companions, bright and wonderful…”

Shadow Milk took in the information hazily, the hero grinned as he gushed about the residents here, both great friends and allies. 

Huh… the other people Pure Vanilla would hold dearly in his heart, as long as Shadow Milk was number one, he’d look out for those the hero cares about. He’s Pure Vanilla’s other half so they can share the burden of responsibility, Shadow Milk will do his best to offer that understanding after all.

His soul jam hummed in agreement, the only ones that understood each other, connected as one. Shadow Milk will be aligned with the hero’s will, everything they will share because they are one.

“Hm, what about those other heroes,” Shadow Milk spoke up, “the other soul jam bearers, what's so special about them?”

“Ah, you're interested in my other companions are you?” Pure Vanilla thought for a second, “They’ve all changed quite a bit, they’ve all changed a bit now, we are ever growing- ever changing after all,” his smile was, one of reminiscence, sad, ever so slightly. 

Shadow Milk felt it too, their soul jam's connection had grown strong. The same loneliness Shadow Milk had felt until Pure Vanilla pulled him out. It made the beast frown, a loneliness that could never be known by another, it’s mournful, how lonely they would be without one another.

“Dark Cacao… he’s become very charming, it’s like through all the burdens he’s bore he’s finally learned how to smile.” Pure Vanilla fidgeted with Shadow Milk’s hair braiding it. “Golden Cheese has gained a resolve stronger than ever, it’s admirable how radiant she is. Hollyberry…”

Shadow Milk listened intently on how the hero would praise his allies for their strength, independence, and resolution. He placed his hand on Pure Vanilla’s chest firmly pressing, he was here, Pure Vanilla didn’t need to look so sad, it doesn’t matter if they fell behind because they were together.

“They all carry such a heavy responsibility now, we all do.” Pure Vanilla looked down, “Yet, I feel like soon is the end of our- my era. Yet they stand so strong, their soul jams are so bright.”

Shadow Milk nodded along, moving his hand up to caress the other's face. Pure Vanilla grasped at the hand moving his face into it.

“All I want to do now is disappear into you,” Pure Vanilla sighed happily, pleased at the comfort, “I’ll raise this kingdom until it can stand on its own two feet then we can exit out of history together. Knowledge, Truth, and Deciet, that is for this world to decide. Because you are my only truth. I simply no longer want to rule, nor lead an era anymore.”

Shadow Milk’s thoughts traced back to the spire, perhaps it was love? No the past him had won, Pure Vanilla had faltered, fallen. No longer wishing to become a beacon. But the beast? While the thoughts hummed inside, he was happy to follow along. He could prepare a coda for himself and the one he loved most in this world to exit this stage. Yes, after an era of peace, they could fade from history.

Shadow Milk swallowed, “Then where will be headed? If our presence is not needed when you bring peace.”

“My final task…” Pure Vanilla leaned back, “After peace flows through and the kingdom returns to prosperity? Perhaps I should become a healer or a teacher?”

“So you no longer want to be one of those big guys huh?” Shadow Milk gave a gentle smile as he sighed, “Then, I too would love living beside you in an era of prosperity. What should I do, give you a kiss and dinner every night- I can’t actually cook- haha. I was a professor once, when I was a savior I was in academia… if you want I could be an assistant teacher~”

“That would be lovely,” Pure Vanilla agreed, tying Shadow Milk’s hair together into a braid, “any path you take by my side is something I would adore… Now, do you like it?”

Pure Vanilla pointed to a mirror in the room allowing Shadow Milk to inspect himself, the braid fell to the side of his face, resting on his shoulder. It reminded him of back when he was the principal of… it looked good on him.  “Very tasteful Nilly, I thought you didn’t have long hair until now.”

“I've known how to braid for a long time, one of my friends often needed help because she had such long hair.”

Ah, her. Shadow Milk hummed, returning to sit on the hero's lap. “I'm sure I look far better don't I?”

“Let's not make this a competition my love, otherwise I can't help but have my bias squeak through, haha” Pure Vanilla chuckled, kissing the other's cheek, “you're too wonderful, beautiful, and ethereal to be compared.”

“Hmmm, I think you gotta lay it on thicker,” Shadow Milk hummed, “I'm a wonderful listener who's able to take in every word of my radiance!”

“Then we would be here all day~” Pure Vanilla cooed, “rather, an eternity as I compliment you.”

“Not convincing at all,” the beast huffed “You should-”

The door to the room creeked open, as six of the contractors entered. Each sitting down next to each other in pairs.

Shadow Milk stood up sitting behind Pure Vanilla’s chair, resting his head on the other's shoulder as he wrapped his arms around the other.

Pure Vanilla shifted his composure as he rested his back against the chair, “Now, I'm glad it seems you've all made it in time. It's a delight to be speaking with you all.”

One of them spoke up, “And who is that on your side?” 

“A second pair of eyes, don't mind them, treat him as no more than that,” the hero smiled as he caressed Shadow Milk's face.

The room went quiet before one of the contractors spoke up. Shadow Milk honestly couldn't care less, tuning out the conversation. Merely taking in Pure Vanilla's presence.

It seems that they moved to going over rates and documentation or something. Shadow Milk sighed, it was truly nothing special. 

6.4, 2.3, 7.5- All percentages that were mostly irrelevant to the conversation.

But something made Shadow Milk perk up his ears, hm 2.3 to 5.2, in no more than a few sentences of conversation. Looking over the documentation was strange too, some of the seals were off.

So Shadow Milk leaned his head down, “the party sitting on the left… you shouldn't deal with them… also some of the documentation seems forged.” Shadow Milk hummed, “I would also want to see clarification for the other two's rates, it seems that they're placing it as just ‘general’, but the task is more nuanced… is it not?”

Pure Vanilla nodded, it seemed that he also noticed the discrepancies. He gave an approving hum to his suggestion as well.

Shadow Milk tuned out the rest of the conversation. There was nothing of interest, so he stopped paying attention as he yawned. Maybe he could read a book next time?

Pure Vanilla poked the beast's cheek, snapping Shadow Milk out of it, ah everyone was gone by now.

“Good work my love, your suggestion allowed things to go far smoother.” Pure Vanilla paused, “However it’s a shame, to think another would try and scam me on such a duty.”

“Did you not see it?” Shadow Milk hummed, “Do you need new ears? That's why you want to retire early?”

Pure Vanilla ruffled the beast's hair, “I was more shocked it would be attempted, I needed your perspective to understand why they would ever do that. But your other insight was well, I should be approving two contracts tomorrow.”

“... Why didn’t you point out that they were trying to pull wool over your eyes”

“The most they will receive is a rejection letter, it isn’t my place to uproot their business, especially because I cannot gain insight into how the rest of the business is run.” Pure Vanilla sighed, “What a fruitful conversation, it’s already evening. Do you want to eat now?”

Shadow Milk nodded, his first day outside of the room… It went unexpectedly well. He thought Pure Vanilla would be more upset with him however the hero seemed to just use it as an opportunity to dote on him harder.

Pure Vanilla was glancing over letters, his love had long since fallen asleep. For Shadow Milk to be curious and show so much concern for him, what a pleasant feeling. Pure Vanilla wasn’t actually sure how far off he would go, after all bearing the Soul Jam was a heavy burden. Of course, he would rise once more once needed, an eon of peace was impossible, but a few thousand could pass…

Pure Vanillas hand brushed against an unopen letter, the wax seal? Ah it was from Dark Cacao, a pleasant surprise. His letters were quite brief, however an update was always nice… Pure Vanilla propped up his staff as he opened up the letter.

May this letter find you well Pure Vanilla.

My journey has been arduous for this mission…

However, I have found the information I needed…

I’ve sent everyone else letters to discuss meeting again.

Pure Vanilla placed it down… there was another letter- how much was the king missing out on- he reached towards the most recent letter he received- White Lilly- haha, it must be pretty bad if she sent him three letters… He was pretty invested with his darling recently.

Pure Vanilla hesitantly opened the letter.

Pure Vanilla, have you been fine?

If there is anything troubling you please tell me.

We have been awaiting your response.

May you return safely.

We have all decided to meet in two weeks.

Thank you, may you respond soon.

- White Lily

“Ghk,” Pure Vanilla choked aloud.

Perhaps he should invite everyone to the Vanilla Kingdom this time? He might have been having a little too much fun spending time with his beloved. He held his chin in contemplation there… there were no excuses… he basically shut himself in Shadow Milk’s room for quite some time…

It’s been two weeks… it's been two weeks- how was he going to say this? ‘Sorry, my friends I have recently acquired a lover while you have all been tracking down your beasts fighting for your lives…’

Maybe he should just lie?

"Apologies my friends, my castle seems to have burned down, please let me fade away for forgetting you-’ Pure Vanilla slammed his head into the desk. He should just say he was busy… While praying they would never inquire why- to find out he was giving his love to Shadow Milk- one of the beasts. Perhaps the fact that he was cooing over his lover while the other heroes were struggling was worse enough.

Pure Vanilla started writing a single paragraph addressed to each of the heroes to apologize addressed to each one.

Apologies my friends, I have been caught up in a multitude of tasks…

My tardiness was uncharacteristic,

If you have not decided on a place to stay I will offer my own residence.

Thank you for attempting to contact me.

Pure Vanilla stamped them all with his seal, placing them down to be sent tomorrow- first thing… maybe.

The king soon heard a knock, and he nearly toppled over then and now. Clutching at his chest, Pure Vanilla quickly stood up to open the door.

Opening the door, it was merely Black Rasin…

“Ah my friend, what has made you come to my door?”

“Er- Pure Vanilla,” Black Raisin’s eyes quickly registered the presence on the bed, “there… rumors- Ahem, it seems that you have acquired a lover and the kingdom has recently been made aware of their presence.”

“Why yes, I am quite fond of him” Pure Vanilla hummed, “would you like to talk over this? Perhaps over some juice, tea?”

“I’m good… Thank you.” Black Raisin coughed, she looked between Pure Vanilla and the bed “Where did this lover come from?”

“... It’s Shadow Milk” Pure Vanilla smiled, “he’s changed- don’t worry, there’s no harm that will come from it.”

Black Raisin sighed “With the things I’ve been hearing, even from my crows. Please Pure Vanilla keep it all in a room.”

“I don’t believe I’ve done anything that harmful.”

“A crow told me you were basically shoving your tongue down someone’s throat, I would prefer they aren’t witnesses to this behavior.”

“... But of course Black Raisin- about these rumors?”

She looked up at the king, “Nothing more than how you are infatuated… there's another one saying he might be a new advisor… That is all.”

Pure Vanilla watched as she walked down the hall, maybe initiating a makeout in public as Shadow Milk's debut was… a little possessive.

And yet Pure Vanilla grinned, he couldn’t regret any of it- Shadow Milk was too cute not to take the opportunity. It was hard to apologize and do better when his love was right there- too much to ignore. Just perfect sitting there waiting to be kissed-

He should put a cap on it for when his beloved was awake.

Pure Vanilla slipped into his bed as Shadow Milk curled up into him. Starting to purr, Pure Vanilla hummed, wrapping his arms around the other. He couldn’t wait to show the other heroes his lover. Shadow Milk was so perfect after all, and with how connected their soul jams- there was no way to deny their bond. Not anymore.

Shadow Milk was his, his love, his everything. If anything interfered there would be a darkness that Pure Vanilla couldn’t quell. But there was nothing that could ever get between them.

He happily sighed, his other half was adorable, absolutely perfect. Despite Pure Vanilla’s earlier distress, he was absolutely elated to show off Shadow Milk. Just how he had something that was his, something so adorable and understanding. 

Ah, he should go to sleep, this would be a big week helping Shadow Milk adapt to his life in the castle. Pure Vanilla yawned, brushing through the others hair, so lovely, his mind hummed. It felt like every day he fell, just a bit deeper in love- everyday.

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Shadow Milk inspected himself in the mirror… something was different? His hair seemed to glow now, like before?  His teeth were no more than fangs-  His eyes were strange as well?

It feels like he was reverting… it feels wrong. This is right. Pure Vanilla seemed to always inspect him after being healed. Perhaps this was an effect of that? After being healed, the beast has felt a little different. Yes, he would be blissed out for a moment. But soon after, he would feel so full and complete. Possibly that satisfaction led to changes.

Shadow Milk was interrupted from his thoughts with a hug from behind. “My darling, would you like me to braid your hair for today? I’m sure making a good impression on my friends would be nice, but you look beautiful in every way.”

“Fine braid it.” Shadow Milk huffed, “I’ve been hearing the rumors too, they say I’m only important because I seduced you-”

“My love there are many words surrounding you, during meetings you’ve been known as a capable advisor… have you not noticed how others are trying to get your favor?”

“Why should I? They aren’t important at all.” the beast sighed, “They have no need for my favor, I'm just helping on behalf of your will…”

“Indeed, you're helping so well,” Pure Vanilla started to braid the locks of hair, he was grinning happily, “Some have been saying that perhaps you should be announced as my assistant or advisor formally.”

Shadow Milk nodded; he supposed that he quickly became an official piece next to Pure Vanilla. The beast bit his lip, fiddling with his bangs, “Am I imagining things or… are things slightly different?”

“You’re always beautiful, however, if it comes to terms of appearance… your hair has started to glow? I suppose your teeth no longer scrape my tongue when I kiss you?” Pure Vanilla grinned, “And you no longer glare at me!”

Shadow Milk sighed, “I don’t think I’ve done that in a long time.”

“Haha, you glared at me last night because you thought I forgot to give you a kiss-”

“It’s different,” the beast grunted, “you were teasing me about it!”

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself- you were just too adorable,” the hero smiled, “my lips are all yours~”

“... Forget it- don’t you have any interesting books?” Shadow Milk sighed, “I feel like every book in here is just something I already know.”

Pure Vanilla paused braiding, “Hm? I should have received those new books of recent playwrights by now?”

“I read them” Shadow Milk leaned back, “They’re fine- but reality is stranger than fiction. Haha~ no happy ending is better than ours after all!”

“Hmm, and you’ve scoured through my library too?” Pure Vanilla sighed, “Is there anything you would like?”

Shadow Milk shifted in his seat, “Hm? Then you should stop shutting me out of meetings and label me as an advisor.”

“Haha, while I trust your guidance, if you want a role like that- just so you can be with me when confidential information gets passed… I wish I could grant my darling such a position but it seems documentation is taking a lot longer” the hero hummed, “however being known for nepotism would be bad, yes?”

“I mean… there's no other advisors” Shadow Milk hummed, “I could totally squeak by-”

“I’ve sent in a request eight days ago-”

“Eh? How long has it been since I got out?”

Pure Vanilla tied the hair together hugging Shadow Milk, “Two weeks my love~”

“Huh, time flies, when do you think I’ll get approved Nilly~” Shadow Milk grinned inspecting his hair.

“Hm,” Pure Vanilla kissed the beast on his cheek, “tomorrow.”

“So sure, aren’t you?”

“That I am, should there be a delay the kingdom wouldn’t look so good.” Pure Vanilla paused, “Besides denying the claim would be inefficient, everyone knows this would be a turn for the better.”

Oh, they’re just delaying the inevitable , the beast paused before speaking up, “Sounds like someone must be upset that I’ve been around you like glue~” 

“You’re only taking your rightful place, my love,” the hero grinned, before shrugging, “besides, there’s been kingdoms that have been worse with their lovers.”

Shadow Milk bat the other away, “Nope- don’t wanna hear a lick about that~”

“I’m sure there's a thing or two we could learn~”

Shadow Milk paused, perhaps he could find a way to be even closer to the hero. He flushed, if there have been other leaders who have been worse- perhaps it’s better to not get tempted. “If it got worse I think we would be exiled early, Nilly!”

“Then I’ll just go where I’m needed,” Pure Vanilla wrapped his arms around Shadow Milk tightly, burying his head into the crook of the others neck, the hero started to coo adoringly “Which is right here.”

“Hmmm-hm of course~” Shadow Milk slipped out, returning the favor wrapping himself against the hero’s arm, “Shall we go?”

“Of course,” Pure Vanilla walked at a slow pace, “the first of my friends… Ah yes, Dark Cacao is always first!”

“Oh?” Shadow Milk nodded, “You know when everyone is going to arrive, then give me some  insight!”

“You will meet everyone when the time comes,” Pure Vanilla spoke gently, smiling, before tilting his head, “Ah, it’s been a long time since White Lily has come to meet, so I’m not sure when she will arrive.”

“I see! Hm, did you know one of the books I’ve read- it was about obsession, all-consuming, deeper than hate, stronger than love. It was about hunting a…”

They walked down the hall as Shadow Milk talked about a book he had recently read, the conversation light as the beast ranted about the story to his lover. Dramatically nuzzling into the other's arm in an exaggerated motion as he spoke about it. Pure Vanilla smiled as he looked at the other with delicate appreciation, laughing as the other made jokes.

Soon reaching the doorway opening it revealed a variety of tents set up. A quiet energy bustled around as a few of Dark Cacao’s subjects roamed around still setting up.

Pure Vanilla seemed to spot someone and eagerly move towards them, Shadow Milk shifted himself to hide behind the hero. He… didn’t know too much about Dark Cacao actually- other than the obvious and what Pure Vanilla said.

“Dark Cacao! My friend, wonderful to meet you!” Pure Vanilla smiled, placing a hand over his soul jam, “Apologies for my tardiness, I decided I should visit you myself as it was the only way to make up for it.”

“Ah Pure Vanilla,” Dark Cacao smiled back, before his face returned to something neutral, “I accept your apology, however I believed it would have been embarrassing to tell you this, but your invite… has been addressed to Golden Cheese rather than myself. Is there something on your mind my friend.” 

“Oh,” Pure Vanilla turned around to look at Shadow Milk.

“What?” the beast whined, “I don't play those silly games so shoo- don’t look at me-”

“Apologies,” Pure Vanilla responded, Shadow Milk huffed as he let his arms peek out from Pure Vanilla to hug him. “It seems I forgot the order of the letters before I inserted them into envelopes and addressed them.”

Shadow Milk could see a flush of embarrassment on Pure Vanilla’s ears. What a rare moment that the other lost his composure, Shadow Milk snuggled in tighter, Nilly could be cute too when he wasn’t charming~

“It’s of no concern, Pure Vanilla, it’s only natural to make mistakes.” Dark Cacao nodded as he seemed to look directly at Shadow Milk despite his hiding, “It seems that there’s someone I haven’t met yet.”

Pure Vanilla guided the beast to his side, grabbing Shadow Milk’s hand as the hero placed it on his cheek, “I’m not sure if he’s ready to introduce himself, but he’s my soon-to-be advisor… and lover. But he’s plenty capable-”

“Pure Vanilla, I trust your knowledge when it comes to capable allies,” Dark Cacao seemed to glare at Shadow Milk’s soul jam, “and I will trust your judgment as well. I’m sure there will be much to discuss at the meeting, should your lover want to introduce himself now.”

“Ah well then,” Pure Vanilla tilted his head towards the beast; however Shadow Milk had slunk behind the hero to hide. The beast didn’t like the way it felt like Dark Cacao knew everything of his presence, and yet- “It seems he’s shy… I’m sure he’ll come around.”

And yet it seems like Dark Cacao trusted Pure Vanilla’s choice to embrace a beast as his lover. Shadow Milk swallowed, it was strange being actually looked at by someone- rather than being relegated as a side piece or just another part of the hero's presence.

“I’ll see it through then” Dark Cacao nodded, “it’s been pleasant, I’ll see you at our meeting.”

Pure Vanilla waved as he left, Shadow Milk trailing behind him. The beast turned around and Dark Cacao gave him a small wave, as if trying to be gentle. Shadow Milk returned it and he seemed to nod attempting to offer a smile. What a strange interaction…

“So what did you think of him my love,” Pure Vanilla offered his arm, and the beast quickly took it.

“Strange, for half a… Ahem- he’s a lot different than I thought he would be…” Shadow Milk huffed, “he’s not that bad despite the rumors…”

“Hahaha, he’s grown a lot, I’m glad he seems to have accepted our union.”

“Mm,” Shadow Milk grunted in affirmation, the Light of Resolution huh? For Mystic Flour’s counterpart, he was pleasant, he bit back memories of the past. She wasn’t like that anymore. It's a shame that Dark Cacao brought back those bitter memories. 

Shadow Milk bit his lip, he was good, and he felt like a fool for hating whom he was in the past. His previous mockery was humiliatingly unjust… especially to one of Pure Vanilla’s friends. Ah, he almost wanted to cry at Pure Vanilla’s kindness, to offer him such a chance.

“Ah, Golden Cheese should arrive soon, we should take the opportunity to greet her!” Pure Vanilla spoke with joy.

“Ah! Pure Vanilla!” A presence flew right in front of them, “It would be a pleasure having a chat!  Smoked Cheese will pack up just fine if I indulge, now how- hmmm to have acquired a lover, my how unexpected!”

“Is it?” Pure Vanilla tilted his head, Pure Vanilla managed to curl his arm around Shadow Milk “I don’t believe it’s that unexpected?”

“Ha ha! To be so greedy over him as well, it’s no more than unusual for you,” she glanced at the beast, “your choice is also quite unexpected, but I shall accept your decision.”

“Thank you, Golden Cheese,” Pure Vanilla nodded, “My friend, it appears you're even more radiant today, has anything taken your attention.”

“Why thank you for noticing, today I was able to observe your kingdom,” Golden Cheese hummed, “it’s seemed to have recovered quite well, I applaud your effort!”

“It’s been a group effort, I’m just lucky to have everyone’s support” He responded with a gentle shake of the head.

Golden Cheese nodded at that, “Do not underestimate yourself! Your kingdom will once again shine!”

“Yes, it will” Pure Vanilla smiled sadly.

The other seemed to catch it patting Pure Vanilla’s shoulder, “I’m surprised, it seems that Burning Spice has set different expectations for a beast, but even I cannot deny how your connection shines- behind me of course.”

“But of course, thank you-”

“Your Majesty, how were you able to put so much into one bag!” A voice called out.

“It seems that I have been called,” She smiled before flying off, turning around for just a second, “I shall see you later, Pure Vanilla, take care!”

Shadow Milk thought for a second, to have Burning Spice be his comparison- embarrassing… But it seemed that he was acknowledged all the same, he bit his lip, and it felt strange- for those arms to welcome him. Acceptance was a strange thing… 

Kind wasn’t it? All of Pure Vanilla’s companions were kind. Being nice was easy, but they lent him kindness because of Pure Vanilla. To have that trust, it almost felt as if he and Pure Vanilla were one, recognized as separate, but lending the beast kindness even still.

“My darling?” Shadow Milk snapped out of his thoughts, “How was it meeting her face to face?”

“I’m sorry…” Shadow Milk frowned, “I made a mockery of them all… I misunderstood them.”

“You were bitter and angry at that time, your conclusions were harsh but they cannot be refuted either…” the hero sighed, “and besides your best off apologizing to them instead.”

“You're the one who saw the play,” Shadow Milk bit his lips, “It must have hurt you the most…”

Shadow Milk… he also set loose the beasts… He tormented them all- how could he ever…

Pure Vanilla sighed, speaking up, “I have already forgiven you, there is no need for you to apologize to me for the past.”

Shadow Milk nodded his head at that.

“However, I think the hardest one here to convince is White Lily” Pure Vanilla paused, before giving an offer, “I don’t have any doubts she would follow my decision, however I think, sadly she would disapprove of us the most.”

“Mmm…” He can't disappoint his other half, even if it was insecurity speaking, and the hero would never leave him for that failure. He had to do well to quell that line of thinking in the first place, “I… can make it up to her and the faeries…”

“And I’m proud of you for that decision,” Pure Vanilla smiled, “now, let us visit Hollyberry!”

So they went, Shadow Milk looked out the window, it was hard to tell the time anymore… ever since - It seemed like it was no longer morning at least. He then heard an echoed voice.

“Haha, let us go to the diner!”  A door opened, and Hollyberry soon appeared turning around the corner, “Ah! Pure Vanilla, it's you!”

She walked up to them with another beside her, she looked at Shadow Milk and how he was latched onto Pure Vanilla.

Pure Vanilla spoke up first, “Hollyberry! Wildberry! It’s nice to see you two again.”

Wildberry gave a grunt.

“It’s wonderful to see you as well!” Hollyberry glanced once more at Shadow Milk, “So this was the lover I’ve been hearing about! It seems that the merchants love talking about you! An assistant impossible to gain favor with, yet efficient- loyal and loving!”

Shadow Milk looked down fidgeting with Pure Vanilla’s sleeve. “That sounds hardly believable,” he murmured.

“It seems you aren’t the silent type after all!” Hollyberry laughed, “Hahaha! They say you only ever talk to Pure Vanilla.”

“I can talk plenty- it’s just that I’m not addressed.” Shadow Milk huffed, in what world would he be considered quiet, “and besides meetings are boring…”

“A mutual feeling!” Hollyberry agreed with enthusiasm, “Pure Vanilla, we should all hang out to drink sometime! Your kingdom has pretty good taste after all!”

“Ah! Of course my friend-” Pure Vanilla answered, placing an arm around Shadow Milk, “please don’t tease my love too much, he's still getting a hold of life here.”

“Haha, but of course!” She laughed, smiling with a deep breath, “But never would I have thought you would entangle yourself with a beast!”

“Were each other's other halves, it was no more than natural.” Pure Vanilla smiled, “I’m glad that you recognized him as a good ally nonetheless.”

“I may not be the best but I can also see it when someone is a good ally,” she laughed, giving Pure Vanilla a tight squeeze, her voice softening yet still jovial, “It’s been less than a month yet so much has changed, remember that I'm here.”

Pure Vanilla frowned, hugging Hollyberry back, “That I will… after the meeting.”

Hollyberry backed off, giving a pat on the shoulder before she started to walk off, Wildberry following silently behind her, “Your soul jam is still bright! Now, now I’ll be off, I’ll see you later Pure Vanilla!”

Pure Vanilla sighed with a smile, rolling his shoulders back. 

“She was nice…” Shadow Milk mentioned off the tip of his thoughts.

“She is nice,” Pure Vanilla agreed, then he pointed at himself, “Does my face seem burdened by anything?”

“Not at all,” Shadow Milk shook his head, “then next up is… White Lily.”

The hero frowned, “You’ll be fine, whatever happens, I won’t leave your side.”

“Nothing else matters then,” Shadow Milk smiled, “but- since she's your friend then I’ll make it up to her- I can’t drag you down after all.”

“There's no reason to be stressed, my love…” Pure Vanilla hummed, “Now that I think about it, she said she would be in the garden when she arrived, shall we wait there?”

Shadow Milk nodded as he reattached himself to the hero, holding on as they walked through the halls together.

“... Do you know what she would accept as an apology?” Shadow Milk looked down, “I have quite a bit of knowledge… knowledge… then, why don't I just spill what I know about Dark Enchantress…”

“You can do that during the meeting- otherwise our talk will be no more than brief”

“... I’ll do my best to make sure you don’t need to fight with anyone over our relationship.”

“I’m just glad you chose to try.” Pure Vanilla smiled as he opened the door to the garden.

Shadow Milk shifted himself to hide behind the hero, as he spotted White Lily leaning over the flowers.

“Pure Vanilla, I wasn’t expecting you this early!” White Lily said with gentle elation, “I was concerned your mind was worn down by your invite, being addressed as Dark Cacao was humorous, and the others seemed to have a good laugh in the letters we sent.” 

“Ah, so it seems I made a mistake with everyone's letters,” Pure Vanilla fidgeted, “How embarrassing.”

“It’s nothing much, just a simple accident, we’ve all done worse.” White Lily smiled in understanding, “The kingdom as well, it seems it’s never aged a day”

“We await your return.. However it seems that you have a new duty now,” Pure Vanilla nodded, “welcome back.”

“... Who is that?” She peeked around Pure Vanilla locking eyes with Shadow Milk, “what an unfamiliar face…”

White Lily inspected him, looking at the beast as she squinted her eyes.

“This is…”

Shadow Milk spoke up, resting his hand on his own chest, “I can introduce myself, it’s me… Shadow Milk” he looked down, “I’m sorry for what I did at the silver tree…”

White Lily looked at Pure Vanilla’s and Shadow Milk’s soul jams, switching between them, her brows furrowed, “ I meant who are you- No, what are you ?”

Shadow Milk blinked in confusion, “I’m afraid I don’t understand, I’m sorry…”

“Why is your soul jam like that, it no longer holds any purpose, who are you?” White Lily looked down, “I don’t need an apology from you .”

“But you do, I can’t mess things up anymore, please take the apology you don't need to forgive me-”

“I will only take an apology from the Beast of Deceit Shadow Milk. ” White Lily paused, “Pure Vanilla, will you talk to me in private.”

Shadow Milk tilted his head, unless Pure Vanilla desired him to claim the role of Beast of Deceit… Shadow Milk pulled on the other’s sleeve. The beast was quickly pulled into a hug, Pure Vanilla rested his head on Shadow Milk’s shoulder.

“Anything that can be said in front of me can be said to the both of us.” Pure Vanilla spoke, “No one will be attending to the garden anyways today.”

“Then what did you do? A love potion- forbidden magic, what could make a soul jam that physically exists- but manifests nothing.” White Lily paused, “They aren’t nameless, they cannot display some kind of malleable compliance like this - ”

Shadow Milk started to purr as Pure Vanilla caressed his face, “There was no magic involved in this- not any that would manipulate the mind. Anyone can change after all.”

White Lily’s eyes widened, “This is sick-” she frowned, “No one changes like this, the souljam isn't even his- how can it be an extension of you?”

“White Lily, you're overthinking things,” Pure Vanilla shook his head, “we’ve been together ever since I left Beast-Yeast, there's been plenty of time-”

“It’s like you're puppeting around… some kind of-” White Lily paused, sighing, “I’ll overlook this for now, we have bigger duties.”

“...Thank you.”

“I don’t like this, not at all.” She bit her lip, “But, I can accept that this puts us in a good position… I’ll never understand this.”

“And I won't ask you to, I just need acknowledgment,” Pure Vanilla paused, “I’m going to make this clear before the meeting starts, I won’t accept any agreements if he needs to be sealed.”

“Whatever Shadow Milk is- he doesn’t belong there anyways.” White Lily shook her head, “... what made you do something like this? I don’t want an answer… It seems that whatever happened in Beast-Yeast has changed you…”

“Hm? Then I’ll see you at the meeting my friend!” Pure Vanilla smiled, pulling Shadow Milk along with him.

White Lily looked down hesitantly. Turning away, returning to admire the flowers of the garden.

Entering the building again Shadow Milk released all the tension in his body, “Mm, Nilly did I fai-”

“You were just perfect my darling,” Pure Vanilla smiled, “this was the best result I could have expected.”

“Hm?” Shadow Milk tilted his head to inquire.

“Haha! She won’t want to tell anyone nor dig deeper,” Pure Vanilla picked the beast up twirling together, “you did amazing~”

Shadow Milk flushed as he was placed down, he did good, and Pure Vanilla was happy. Shadow Milk beamed at the other, “Then- can I have a reward!”

Pure Vanilla paused, “A reward?” Then he grinned, “Of course my love~”

Pure Vanilla pushed Shadow Milk against the wall, placing his hand on the soul jam. Brushing their lips before pushing them together, Pure Vanilla pushed his tongue into the beast's mouth. Shadow Milk felt the tongue explore inside him as he melted at every touch, the hero knew the best rewards.

Then he felt the magic flow into his soul jam, the familiar sensation felt overwhelming as each touch Pure Vanilla used to input even more magic. The Light of Truth's power welled inside him as his soul jam grew brighter. 

Ah so warm- so warm this love was, the power of Pure Vanilla’s love fed him so well. He felt encapsulated by Pure Vanillas presence, it was so much. Shadow Milk felt his mind grow hazy as he strugged to think. Being kissed and loved by healing- it was good too much.

He felt good- so good- it was overflowing and yet Pure Vanilla didn’t stop. Shadow Milk stopped thinking, taking in all the warmth as it overflowed, his body couldn’t keep it in-

Then Pure Vanilla separated their tongues, observing Shadow Milk as he huffed. So good-so good… Shadow Milk started to whine, his voice reaching a high pitched sound as he grasped himself around the hero. Yet it continued, flooding into him, ah- he was so good- so good, this was the reward.

Shadow Milk's whines subsided as he panted, and he was purring all the while, everything rumbling with the noise of the beast's unbridled joy. Ah, he snuggled into the hero- they should become one! He felt enlightened, one- one! His soul jam hummed, they were already one! Good! Good!

Then it stopped flowing as Shadow Milk was incapable of telling the difference. His senses were fried as he attempted to comprehend it all. 

When Shadow Milk blinked he was on Pure Vanilla’s lap still purring, licking the hero's cheek.

“Hmm?” Pure Vanilla smiled, caressing the beast's face, “Are you back now, Did you enjoy your reward?”

Shadow Milk slowly took in the other's words, cocking his head. Then he nuzzled into Pure Vanilla’s neck, he tried to supply words as he chirped, “Enjoyed- good!”

“I’m glad you liked it,” Pure Vanilla caressed the other’s back rubbing circles, “would you like anything else as a reward?”

Shadow Milk hummed barely taking in the words as he eagerly purred louder. Only squeezing in tighter, responding with a whine.

The hero took it as a response, “Hm, Just me then? You’re so cute when you're like this…”

Pure Vanilla caressed Shadow Milk's cheek, his thumb just under the other’s eye, as if highlighting it. The caress is gentle as if attempting to highlight the features.

“You know, with the overflow… Your eyes are really beautiful now…” Pure Vanilla smiled, “It’s as if they glow with a golden light- like my right eye-”

Shadow Milk tilted his head before burying his face into the caress, gaining back some conscience he chirped, “Nilly- healing, one more time-”

“Haha, I know how cute you are blissed out like this, but we have a meeting soon.”

Shadow Milk blearily looked around him, stained glass windows as colored light filtered through. He shifted his position making his head rest on the hero’s chest, yawning.

“I’ll heal you after this so try to stay up through the meeting okay?”

Shadow Milk nodded as he willed himself awake fiddling with Pure Vanillas locks, it would just be a few more minutes…

“Shadow Milk,” the beast looked up at that, “what information are you willing to provide before we start.”

Shadow Milk swallowed trying to gain hold of his vocal chords “Anything- my knowledge is your knowledge. Pure Vanilla and I… everything is shared- even our soul jams.”

Pure Vanilla nodded, “Indeed it is, aren’t you perfect.”

Shadow Milk nodded eagerly opening his mouth-

The door creaked open.

“Pardon my interruption,” White Lily spoke up as she hastily sat down, “Silverbell will be arriving soon… you can… can continue whatever you were doing- I’ll avert my eyes.”

Shadow Milk lied back down continuing to purr. Pure Vanilla sighing, it seems that he was also upset with her, both in an even worse mood than before. Both had an expression of mild irritation as they looked away from each other. Did something happen when he was out?

Shadow Milk felt himself fully roused from his state, giving a grunt after he stopped purring, leaning up to the hero, “What happened.”

Pure Vanilla returned the whisper, “She saw our healing…”

Shadow Milk nodded, leaning away from the hero, “When will everyone else be here?”

“Just a few min-”

The door was firmly pushed open, Dark Cacao, Shadow Milk turned slightly offering a wave. It seemed another figure trailed after him.

“Your Majesty, sorry that the wolves snagged the loose rations!” the subject seemed to speak, “I wasn’t aware they were falling out-”

“I have already acknowledged your mistake, Crunchy Chip.” Dark Cacao nodded, “I was asking about ratios- let me finish. Of the rooms, as one of our tents is nonfunctional.”

The commander nodded taking in the information. “Oh,” Crunchy Chip looked up, “Oh! It’s Lord Pure Vanilla- and that is?”

The beast got up standing behind Pure Vanilla embracing from behind resting his chin on the hero’s shoulder, “Shadow Milk, untitled as of now.”

Crunchy Chip nodded at that, standing tall behind Dark Cacao. The two seemed to wait for the next that would join the table as an awkward silence started to rise. Pure Vanilla content as Shadow Milk was wrapped around him, Dark Cacao seemingly taking in the silence… then-

“Dark Cacao- My friend, should you be struggling with any arrangements, I can offer a few rooms- the Vanilla Kingdom should have their own tents as well. Don’t be afraid to ask.”

Dark Cacao nodded, “Then we shall speak of a deal after this, I’ve yet to have gotten a proper count yet anyways.”

Pure Vanilla smiled, “I see then-”

The door slammed open and the last two heroes burst through. A faerie also swiftly moving through and standing behind White Lily.

“Alas! I am here,” Golden Cheese said gliding smoothly into her seat as her follower walked behind her. “You weren’t waiting too long were you?”

“It’s nice to see everyone here!” Hollyberry said with cheer as she sat in her seat, Wildberry standing with an air of confidence behind her, “Now then it's great to see that you’ve all been in good health!”

Shadow Milk pushed himself up on Pure Vanilla's shoulders standing up. Letting a yawn escape him, adjusting his position in an attempt to appear more formal. Pure Vanilla looked at him with a frown as he separated himself.

Pure Vanilla looked back with a smile, “Then, shall we get started?”

Chapter Text

Shadow Milk observed the room, each of the heroes had some form of assistant beside them. Each seemed to be quite attentive to their respective ally, how… admirable, Shadow Milk looked back at Pure Vanilla, he seemed quite focused on the others. Looking around Shadow Milk swallowed as the mood seemed to shift to something more serious. 

“Would anyone like to report first,” Pure Vanilla spoke, “Is there any recent information or questions that we should begin with?”

A silence followed before Dark Cacao lifted his head, “I think we could gain some more knowledge by what we have on your side. Pure Vanilla would he like to speak?”

Pure Vanilla tilted his head to Shadow Milk, his voice a whisper “Shadow Milk are you fine with that?”

The beast nodded as he fidgeted with his sleeves, opening his mouth, “The beast binding ritual yes? Hm, I think for the most part if it’s to combat Dark Enchantress, it’ll be a fruitless endeavor…”

Shadow Milk trailed off as he blinked at the others, they seemed to be keen on his words. Leaving him to look down as he paused, swallowing thickly as he willed himself to continue.

“It’s by no means useless, don’t misunderstand- But when it comes to the main plot, our usefulness has been outlived, by now I expect that she is willing to throw us away…” his voice weakened, “The alliance was formed from a mutual benefit, she needed some of our power to create an immortal being- and our assistance, it was successful from what I observed… I’m sorry if that’s not clear enough-”

“What a grim conclusion,” Hollyberry huffed, “but the beasts are still going to attempt to torment us, I’m sure. So I won’t be dissuaded, after all, we aren’t only battling Dark Enchantress here.”

“I must agree, I do not doubt your words, however, Burning Spice meant no more than harm to me and my treasures.” Golden Cheese nodded, “Shadow Milk, yes? I will take your words with utmost caution; I must remain focused on all threats!”

Dark Cacao also seemed to add on, “If it doesn’t make you uncomfortable, is there any information about the beasts?”

“The others… I don’t know,” Shadow Milk shook his head, “It’s been a long time since I’ve known them… while we all wanted our soul jams to be whole again. The most I can say is we could not overcome the pain that came with our positions, and no matter how twisted it was we either tried to help ourselves or others… I can’t lie-” He bit his lips, “You're best-off slaying them and taking their soul jams for yourselves- wait… no let me think-”

Dark Cacao looked into the beast's eyes, “... I understand your proposal, but I’m not sure if it’s possible-”

Shadow Milk looked up as he asserted, “ It is possible, with our soul jams being halved you are all equals, and if you all teamed up you could easily pick them off one by one. But reclaiming your soul jam might be what Dark Enchantress wants, if she cared for our loss beyond that, then we would have received more than our bodies…”

“... Dark Enchantress… are you sure that’s what she wanted?” White Lily spoke up, “... and the other beasts are you sure it’s the best result…?”

“I can’t give you anything more than assumptions, Dark Enchantress didn’t trust us with much information, she’s also quite spontaneous despite her meticulous planning,” the beast bit his lip, “I’m sure that I’ve been out of commission long enough I cannot keep track of her… Sorry for being useless-”

“You’ve done well enough,” Pure Vanilla pat Shadow Milk on the head, “now, is this satisfactory or would anyone like to seek clarification?”

Hollyberry frowned, “Pure Vanilla, your companion seems quite distressed, should we pause?”

“I’m fine!” Shadow Milk spoke up, “I’m just afraid I’m not able to give you the answers you need.”

Pure Vanilla nodded, before contemplating an answer, “If it’s desired then, please direct questions toward me and I’ll respond in that place.”

Golden Cheese spoke up, “It is understood, however, the decisions here will only come to fruition over a few days. A pause is always welcome.”

The table seemed to come to an agreement, White Lily then spoke up, “For our own respective beasts, has anyone come to terms with our two options?”

Pure Vanilla stepped in, “I hope you don’t mind, but I have no strong opinions, should my assistance be required. However I would prefer if Shadow Milk remained by my side, I hope there are no objections here.”

The room seemed to agree with their silence, Hollyberry resumed, “If we all agreed to any particular decision would we be met with any objections by the remaining beast?” 

Shadow Milk leaned down towards Pure Vanilla, “Mm, I don’t care…” he whispered, “they don’t matter to you, so they don’t matter to me.”

“There’s no emotional connections, any decision will not be combated, interrupted, nor interfered with.” Pure Vanilla nodded, adding on, “Even if he did, there is no power he has to combat it. I assure you.”

Shadow Milk nodded in firm agreement.

Pure Vanilla turned to whisper back to Shadow Milk, “I just wanted you to know that there’s no need to worry about the others, I’m here, and if it makes you feel any better that’s all you need to know.”

Shadow Milk nodded fervently, that’s all that mattered didn’t it, Pure Vanilla would be pleased with him no matter what. He grinned as he backed away.

“If that’s the case, then I would like to withhold my own decision for later,” Golden Cheese chipped in, “Burning Spice is not a threat I shall take lightly.”

“I think I’ll make a similar decision.” Dark Cacao agreed, “I deliver my thanks for the insight, this information will be carefully considered.”

Wildberry seemed to lean down and whisper something, Hollyberry piped up “Well then, funny how we all seem to agree, I’ll sleep on this!”

“...Then, if we’ve all come to an agreement… Pure Vanilla” White Lily turned to him, “Will you say this meeting has reached its conclusion”

“Yes, I’m glad it seems, my- Shadow Milk’s words are going to rest on your minds.” He nodded, “I hope tomorrow we can come to a decision.”

As Pure Vanilla was about to stand, Dark Cacao spoke up, “Everyone can leave, however we still need to discuss living arrangements.”

“Yes, but of course!” Pure Vanilla spoke up, everyone seemed to take the message quickly leaving the room.

“Pure Vanilla, as my friend I know you mean well… however your partner-” Dark Cacao coughed then continued, “He doesn't seem the most, how do I say it- stable.”

“His Majesty is concerned over Shadow Milk’s welfare!” Crunchy Chip, added, “Most only look like they’re going to cry when being interrogated, and he’s a former beast no le-”

“Yes, those are the words,” Dark Cacao nodded, “to be in distress. I just wanted to express my- concern, yes.”

“Huh?” Pure Vanilla looked at Shadow Milk, “Well then…”

Shadow Milk looked down, “I didn’t want you to think Nilly made the wrong decision… I was a main player in the beast’s release… so I had to redeem myself.”

“There is no reason to redeem yourself here, we have all contributed to horrible accidents,” Dark Cacao stood up, “so long as you are willing to help we cannot judge you, I have no doubt in your intentions anymore so there is no reason to fear.”

“... I understand… thank you for your acceptance.” Shadow Milk gave a gentle nod and smile.

“Then I’ll count over the living arrangements and discuss later with you Pure Vanilla.” Dark Cacao turned to leave, “Shadow Milk, your information was vital to this conference, thank you for your willingness to share this. If you would like to discuss things I’m sure anyone will be willing to lead you to my tent.”

The doors closed and the silence arose as Dark Cacao and Crunchy Chip exited.

“Nilly, I did good,” Shadow Milk turned to the other to chirp “That means you won’t be doubted!”

“It means our relationship has been accepted,” Pure Vanilla agreed, “there’s no reason to have shown any distress, my friends are more understanding than you realize.” 

Shadow Milk hummed to agree, “I’m happy you have so many that won’t leave your side, and I'm glad you have so much space in your heart to have me in there as well.”

“There’s a special place in my heart you will always belong to, Shadow Milk, you’re my love- So much more than any friend.”

“Haha,” Shadow Milk embraced Pure Vanilla, “I love you too, I love you so much, I don’t think I would exist without you.”

“I love you too,” Pure Vanilla scooped the other up into a carry, “Then what shall we eat?”

“Hm?” Shadow Milk tilted his head before he purred “Anything you want.”

Shadow Milk nodded, he did well today, Pure Vanilla’s friends accepted him- and Pure Vanilla was happy. So, he’s happy, he purred, nothing else mattered- and he felt happy at that. The conference passed without worry after all, Pure Vanilla was satisfied with him. Ah, he was so deep in love, every touch and moment made him fall a little bit deeper.

The rest of the day after the meeting had been quite fruitful Pure Vanilla nodded, yes fruitful they spent their day as they usually would however it seems there was a persistent eye on them. 

When they were eating dinner and finishing their cake together, there was someone watching them.

When they met the other ancients to talk casually, there was someone watching them.

When Pure Vanilla decided it was time to go back to their chamber, there was someone watching them.

It’s as if the eyes wanted to watch them mess up, get involved in some kind of accident, to expose something beneath the surface. There was nothing but love of course, but it was irritating. Maybe he should just ramp up the affection tomorrow, drown Shadow Milk in it as he would eagerly drink it in and return it.

Pure Vanilla lay down next to Shadow Milk, his love watching him through a haze as it seemed sleep had already caught up with him. Pure Vanilla stroked through the other's hair giving a kiss on his love's temple.

“Good night, my love” Pure Vanilla smiled fondly, “Tomorrow will be a big day.”

Pure Vanilla then got up as he saw his love fall blissfully asleep, the king then stood up opening his door.

He didn’t even need to look to the side of him as he spoke, “White Lily what a surprise, then would you like to accompany me to get something to drink before I sleep?”

“... You don’t need to pretend, you aren’t convincing me here.”

“I don’t lie my friend,” Pure Vanilla smiled, “I merely came to inquire about your curiosity if you would like to accompany me for a chat.”

“I don’t think we need to dance around about this…” White Lilly rubbed her wrist looking down, “What is your goal with Shadow Milk, Pure Vanilla? I’m not saying this because I think you mean harm, but I have to know what kind of motivation would cause him to twist into that.”

Pure Vanilla’s smile faltered, “I don’t appreciate how you're talking about my lover like that. Nor how you observe us as if there’s something grim underneath it all.”

“Then all you need to tell me Pure Vanilla is why, when, what, and how.” White Lily looked up at the other, “And I don’t like that act you have either, we’ve known each other long enough for me to know when you're not being genuine.” 

Pure Vanilla simply stopped moving as he let it all slip away, “Then. Let's discuss this in the greenhouse, or will that also tarnish your memories of that place?

There was no response as they continued to walk in silence, footsteps tapping along the hallway as they both kept silent. Neither giving a word to fill the void, as the hall seemed to continue for an eternity. Pure Vanilla gave a sigh as he pushed the greenhouse doors, the scent of lilies filling his senses. It was strange how the scent used to be so calming and yet, now he just felt … Nothing .

“So, why.” White Lily spoke up, “... let’s start with that, why did you do it?”

Pure Vanilla sat down, “Because we belong by one another's sides. If he was like that, would you accept him, you would want him to leave my side, yes?” he shrugged, “It’s no more than a matter of love.”

White Lily bit her lip, she knew the result if Shadow Milk was, well- he wouldn’t actually even be here would he have that opportunity. “When did this happen- when did he change-”

“Ah- that,” Pure Vanilla looked down fondly at his soul jam, “he’s been here for no longer than two months, as for the change? Hm, after I came back here after our last meeting.”

“Two months,” she tried to absorb the information, “what did you do to him, no one changes that fast?”

“What?” Pure Vanilla tilted his head before he grinned “I did nothing but guide him, everything else was something he imposed on himself. It was as if he fell into my arms he was-” so perfect, how he bent and warped to the king's desires, Pure Vanilla just needed to plant a few words then his love would bend himself to fit.

White Lily stared, as if she was able to see through his unspoken words. “You’re obsessed,” she swallowed, “... how did you change him, what were you doing in that hallway- You can’t just call that ‘healing’ I saw it, how you're funneling the power of your soul jam into a vessel that can’t hold it- it’s warping…”

“It’s nothing of the sort,” Pure Vanilla paused, “you’re right, it isn’t healing, but it’s a method that I consider it as such. I’m no more than lending him some of the power from my soul jam, there are empty spaces, just ones that you don’t see.”

White Lily simply looked down in silence, they both knew it was anything but healing, magic that forced space in, tearing at someone's very existence, dominating them and moulding them to their will. The signs of struggle were there hidden deep underneath the purrs. No more than scars from the previous resistance of course.

Even then the scars were invisible, the only cries that could have been seen were merely the remnants of existence that would be swept away. Much like a stubborn stain to a dish, it couldn’t possibly survive in the corrosive acid Pure Vanilla dumped Shadow Milk into.

“Besides, you see how much he enjoys it.” Pure Vanilla couldn’t stop himself from grinning.

“Don’t obscure the truth, he enjoys it now, yes?” White Lily inquired, shaking her head, “Because it’s Shadow Milk, I will admit it, I don’t have much care what he’s been twisted into… But, the fact you’ve done this, rewritten and twisted something like this, I…”

I can’t trust you anymore, remained unspoken.

She looked up, “Can I be sure you won’t do this to someone innocent? And if you ever grow tired of hi-”

“I won’t grow tired of him.” Pure Vanilla quickly interjected, then turned and shrugged, “I’m aware you know of my past romances and feelings, but over these months it hasn’t waned nor flicked, as for the former- there’s no purpose, besides if I did it to a non-soul jam holder no one would have even seen it, there isn’t any possible signs like you saw.”

“How do you know that?”

“The only possible resistance was from the light of deceit itself,” Pure Vanilla shrugged, “But there's no reason to test that hypothesis.”

“What even tempted you to try this? How did you…?”

“Hm?” Pure Vanilla looked back, “Gingerbrave and his friends told me of a magic that changed the very essence of the Sugar Swan. I learned and adapted it with the soul jam, after all, I’m not fond of that side of arcane… But should it have been different then I would have just used other means to keep him by my side.”

“... Then why last time you were dripped head to toe in dark moon magic” She bit her lips, “... you’ve disabled the other possible source.”

“... I should have realized you would notice.” 

Pure Vanilla stayed silent as White Lily stared, it seemed that neither was willing to talk. The air felt stagnant as no one spoke up, Pure Vanilla moved to leave.

He left a few words, to rest on her mind, “I hope your finished digging here, this is where I advise you to stop here. We both know what happened when you disregarded my warning, let’s hope curiosity doesn’t best you again.”

“Don’t threaten me, Pure Vanilla.” White Lily looked up as the king left, “I have stronger convictions than concerns over an enemy turned ally. I want you to be careful too,” stop messing with that type of magic, “ we’re allies after all. ” You’ve changed too much.

“Haha! I’ll take your concerns with careful consideration.” Pure Vanilla opened the door of the green house, “ After all my work is finished. So, I won’t continue for much longer. ”

White Lily bowed her head, turning to the flowers. 

Pure Vanilla closed the door behind him.

Walking through the halls he hummed a song, he wondered why White Lily would bother even discussing all of that. 

She knew all of the answers yet she stumbled into confirming her worst fears, ironic isn’t it? To ask and to know, at least before she sought an answer she lacked context about. Why did she bother when she could read most of Pure Vanilla like an open book, perhaps they didn’t know each other as well as he thought they did.

If he knew he wouldn’t be asking these questions about her after all…

Why would he have asked if he would have ever gotten bored of Shadow Milk? It wasn’t about who he is, they just are- they just are. And no one would understand that… No one would understand that, huh? Once again he returns to the same truth, he rests his hand on his soul jam, how sweet…

He smiled, he reflected on it- Each time he swallowed that truth it became just a little sweeter.

It was bitter at first, but after he met Shadow Milk- became Truthless Recluse, despite the initial irritation. There became a sweetness, a sweetness when he realized he had found his other half. When their soul jams connected and he finally felt the reflections that they were- he awakened and- things are perfect now.

It was a shame every rough edge of Shadow Milk had to be shaved down of course, but unlike what White Lily sees. It’s still Shadow Milk, his love at its core, no matter how shattered or rebuilt he was- every piece was precious. Pure Vanilla reached along his neck, caressing the bites, after all, he only placed those pieces in different parts. 

He touched the wounds on his arms, inspecting them as his fingers trailed over every indent. He would preserve even the ones that were connected to hate, fear, or irritation. After all, Pure Vanilla was made to receive all of the years that Shadow Milk lacked someone who never understood him. Every piece of Shadow Milk he could take, he would embed in himself, after all, how could he not love something that he was never hurt by? The bites were physical gifts as Shadow Milk’s teeth dug into his flesh and they became one. 

Pure Vanilla flushed, rubbing at his cheeks; those were still dangerous thoughts to have outside of their room. As Black Raisin requested, Pure Vanilla would make sure that those thoughts stayed inside to make sure the desires never manifested when others were looking.

He sighed as he turned his mind to other duties to refrain, hm the meeting from earlier perhaps?

He hadn’t expected Shadow Milk to have basically tied them together so far that any disruption to Pure Vanilla’s reputation would cause his love to spiral. It was upsetting to see his distress, but the place it came from filled him with joy. It was nice that his friends also felt concerned for his love… It was cementing.

Other than that, the discussion of the beasts was fruitful. It seems there was a large shift in some of the others however, it was almost strange how it seemed like there might have been intent to put their counterparts down. Hm, if he replaced Shadow Milk with Dark Enchantress… he nodded, it was understandable then. 

He wondered if he would need to venture out again in order to assist the others with their beasts, Shadow Milk was powerful. To have more souljam bearers would make a win inevitable. When it came to his love because they both shared the same hand of cards, while initially it seemed as if it was a zero-sum game, there was another option for him. It was unfortunate the other beasts seemed to be locked into an ultimate loss.

What a shame… while no win was that simple, it’s also abundantly clear what the future holds.

Pure Vanilla tried to remember what happened after that-

“Lord Pure Vanilla!” Someone spoke up running- just barely preventing themselves from crashing into the wall, “His Majesty wanted to update you!”

Ah it’s Crunchy Chip, his friend's retainer, “It’s a pleasure seeing you again, I’m willing to assist Dark Cacao should he need anything.”

Pure Vanilla turned around, hand resting on his staff as he stabilized it, Crunchy Chip seemed to look back, his cream wolves sitting at guard. How well trained, better than last time, his mind slipped in. 

“About the tents, yes?” Pure Vanilla disrupted the silence to allow the commander to regain his bearing.

“His Majesty said to ‘forget about it, there was a miscommunication. We have more than enough tents,’ but he also would like to meet you and discuss over some beverages!” Crunchy Chip spoke up, his volume raised as if he was giving a report outside.

“Haha, you can be at ease,” Pure Vanilla watched as Crunchy Chip relaxed, “However that sounds lovely, what would you recommend?”

“Ah, nothings better than a cold glass of milk,” the commander spoke casually.

“It sounds great,” Pure Vanilla nodded, “then let’s head off to see Dark Cacao.”

The other nodded as he began to walk back to the tents, the wolves trotting behind as the walk’s silence was filled with the sound of a multitude of steps. It reminds him of Black Raisin, her crows both plentiful and well-trained. Merely the clanking of tiles rather than the sound of whooshing wingbeats whenever they would walk alongside each other.

Crunchy Chip seemed well acquainted with his kingdom's halls as he easily navigated the fastest route back to the tents. 

Dark Cacao seemed to be waiting outside for him as Crunchy Chip rushed up quickly making conversation before leaving. Some could certainly run faster than Gingerbrave it seemed, it seemed that he quickly turned to race with his wolves. He wishes he was that energetic sometimes, even without aging he felt like he lacked that youth.

“How full of energy, I’m jealous.” Pure Vanilla said aloud.

Dark Cacao nodded, “He makes a good asset, sometimes watching him climb up the stairs makes it hurt to reflect on myself.”

“Is that so?” Pure Vanilla looked down in reminiscence, “I suppose age must be invisible then.”

“The younger generations are just built differently these days,” Dark Cacao opened his tent, “Then welcome in, I’ll get some milk out. I’m sure Hollyberry will burst in soon so I’ll stave off anything else.”

Pure Vanilla sat down, “I remember where I couldn’t believe reality as I saw her down kegs- perhaps it’s just us then.”

“Ha-ha, I believe Wildberry standing by her side is best for both our sakes,” Dark Cacao laughed with a nod placing down two glasses of milk, “Now then back to what I wanted to discuss, nothing too deep, I just wanted to sate my curiosity.”

“Oh, What is there to discuss?” Pure Vanilla asked, taking a sip, the high-quality milk was good, perhaps another trade relation could be established. The subjects would surely enjoy this, his mind trailed off.

“About the beasts” Dark Cacao looked down, “I cannot deny that Mystic Flour is a threat, not one I can take the routes of lightly. I would seek some of your wisdom here if you don’t mind.”

“I see, those routes are tough to navigate, aren’t they?” Pure Vanilla agreed, Dark Cacao carried some of the heaviest of burdens after all.

“Yes, the deeper I search for her… It all seems so pitiful.” he shook his head, “Mystic Flour has been… kind. She has tried to help, even if it is all but a threat to my kingdom. I cannot be merciless as to slay her, but I fear sealing her away may spark an opportunity in the future.”

“Hm, to clarify you're saying you don’t want to kill her but sealing her might lead to worse things?” Pure Vanilla tried to frame it as Dark Cacao nodded, he grit his teeth before continuing to speak, “Then… I’ll ask you to trust White Lily on this, she’s skilled at this matter. Besides, she’s a soul that will be dutiful in guarding the seal no matter how many eons will pass.”

“... Thank you for putting my mind at ease.” Dark Cacao nodded, “Now then, I wanted to inquire as to your relationship with Shadow Milk… former beast of deceit?”

“Hm? I former would be an accurate term, he’s moved beyond deceit after all.” Pure Vanilla answered, “What would you like to know? I mean, there’s not much to say, you have had your own relationships, yes?”

“But of course, that’s not what I meant, however,” Dark Cacao’s eyes crinkled with amusement as if he was telling a joke, “I’m just here to say… I’m glad it seems you’ve reached someone who you're deeply infatuated with, as well as a willingness to return it. Even if… hm, even if I’m not the best at showing it, I’ve seen your loneliness and pining for someone else-”

Pure Vanilla nearly dropped his glass, “ah...haha- I mean it was obvious… however, I’m glad to receive your support.” 

“Hm, originally when I saw that soul jam I thought you had lost your mind,” Dark Cacao looked down with a smile, “But, it’s strange… never would I think to have seen two soul jams beat as if they were one. The closest I’ve gotten is seeing my soul jam get dissolved into another… I wish that my beast were as amiable that we could come to an agreement.”

“Hm, it’s a shame then” Pure Vanilla agreed.

“Then congratulations on your-”

A new voice boomed as it entered the tent, “Dark Cacao- our bet from last time, ahaha!” Hollyberry sounded out, “Now then it’s time to continue our contest!”

Pure Vanilla watched as the other seemed to be washed with panic, Hollyberry scooping him up, “Hey- wait-”

“Ah, Pure Vanilla! Would you care to join us?” Hollyberry smiled as Dark Cacao went limp resigning himself.

“I’m going to sleep early tonight,” Pure Vanilla stood up, placing the empty glass down, “However I’ll look things over tommorow if Shadow Milk agrees.”

“Haha! Then it seems we will have another competitor!” Hollyberry seemed to leave as quickly as she arrived.

“... I couldn’t possibly compete like that-” Pure Vanilla shook his head, he remembers the last time when he was always sobbing while giggling- his hazy mind barely taking in jokes- never again would he participate in Hollyberry’s competitions.

Pure Vanilla left the tent as he trailed back to his room. It was a long night, he didn’t expect to encounter White Lily and Dark Cacao like this. But it seems like it was all for the better, but perhaps he should reconsider his status with White Lily. It seems with the passage of time they have drifted apart- and so has their understanding of one another…

Pure Vanilla sighed as he opened the door to his room.

He was immediately met with a pillow in his face.

“... I couldn’t sleep.” Shadow Milk said, his voice nearly a whisper as it shook, “I thought you left-”

“Apologies, I got caught up talking.” Pure Vanilla disrobed himself, slipping into the sheets tightly hugging his love, “I hope I didn’t leave you too long.”

“Why didn’t you bring me with you?” Shadow Milk quivered in the king’s arms, “I got scared when I woke up…”

“I’m sorry my love,” Pure Vanilla said, “They only wanted me in private, however, if you want, I received an invite to a drinking competition with Hollyberry if you want to join?”

Shadow Milk buried his head into the other, Pure Vanilla felt wet stains bleed through his clothes, “...m’ sounds fun,” a sniffle, “Nilly- what are you like during those nights.”

Pure Vanilla rubbed across the other's back, “I’ve been told I’m a big crybaby- I sob on and on while I smile…”

“Sounds like an experience,” Shadow Milk looked up, tears seemingly quelled, “is it fun?”

Pure Vanilla kissed the other, merely locking lips for a few seconds, “Not much honestly, I tap out after a few drinks while she ends up scaring everyone in the establishment. But it’s never boring, Golden Cheese fought with her life one time to try and keep up…”

“Sounds exciting wherever you are…” a yawn, “nh’ night, don’t leave again or I’ll never let go…”

“You make such sweet threats my love,” a kiss to the temple, “then, I’ll make sure to do whatever you want tomorrow as an apology.”

“Mmm…” was the only response he received. Shadow Milk’s chest slowed to a gentle movement as his breathing went quiet.

His love was already asleep it seemed, Pure Vanilla took his thumb to wipe up any tear stains. Truly there was nothing cuter in the entire world, the king licked his thumb, slightly salty he noted. To have been crying for him, his love knew how to win his heart over, how adorable. Pure Vanilla took his love into a firm embrace as he let himself drift away. 

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Shadow Milk lifted himself, rubbing at his eyes as he awoke, yawning as he patted down the spot next to him. He looked up in a panic before spotting the hero at the foot of their bed brushing his hair, before turning around to face the beast. A smile graced his face as he beamed at Shadow Milk. If it wasn’t reality, then the beast might have gotten lost in his lover's ethereal grace.

“Good morning my love,” Pure Vanilla moved up to tightly hug the beast giving a kiss on his cheek, “I have to attend a meeting this morning, so I was planning on leaving early.”

“Mm, can I come with you,” Shadow Milk nodded sleepily, “I’ll get up soon…”

“Of course- after all just as I said, I received approval for you to be my formal advisor now,” Pure Vanilla smiled, “but, it’s going to be about the beasts again, if it makes you uncomfortable…”

Shadow Milk could understand the hidden words, he wasn’t wanted there, “... I understand, then I’ll stay outside,” Shadow Milk looked down, “I won't ask why, but- I will ask you to help me get ready.”

“Ah, it’s only because I need to re-engage our relations with my friends,” Pure Vanilla hummed, “you’re allowed to be upset… But of course, I’ll help you get ready, what would you like?”

“Hair, braid it,” Shadow Milk gathered up his locks to display them before he huffed, “and I am upset… you should give me some magic back so I can turn into a snake and slip into your sleeves-”

“Haha, one day, but as I said- you have the clearance to go anywhere…” Pure Vanilla hummed, brushing the hair as he gently took it into his hands, “You’ll be just fine.”

“Hmph, whatever- I’m definitely coming tomorrow…” Shadow Milk shifted to sit comfortably as he let his hair be braided. 

“But of course- there’s no reason to heed my requests,” Pure Vanilla nodded, “but if you choose otherwise where will you choose to be when I’m gone?”

“... Anywhere? The garden maybe?” Shadow Milk tilted his head, “I don’t know? Ask Black Raisin to come get me maybe?”

“Then that will do,” Pure Vanilla was nearly done, the braid fingers deftly finishing up the braid and tying it. “...It seems that Black Raisin doesn’t like us healing in public… so plans might change.”

“Ah, that's embarassing” Shadow Milk blushed, “I wasn’t aware there were any eyes on us…”

“That’s what makes her a good ally I suppose?” Pure Vanilla frowned, “But I admit I was initiating when I knew some eyes were on us-”

“It’s always your fault,” Shadow Milk picked up a pillow to attack the other, “this is why I can’t have nice things.”

“Haha, I’m sorry for loving you too much~” Pure Vanilla leaned in after the strikes stopped, giving the beast a chaste kiss, “But you’re too cute, how else can I tell others that you're mine?”

“I read in one of the plays that couples these days give jewelry as a sign of possession…” Shadow Milk looked at his hand, “How about a ring?”

Pure Vanilla caressed the other's hand, raising it and giving a kiss to the beast’s finger, “It would look lovely on you, but-”

Pure Vanilla's hands circled on Shadow Milk’s neck, fingers brushing against it gently. As if he were to carefully inspect it, tracing over the beast’s adams apple.

“I think a colla- choker would look quite nice?” Pure Vanilla kissed the other's neck, “wouldn’t it?”

“I can’t see my neck Nilly,” Shadow Milk exhaled, shaking his head, “And you have yours covered so what's the point?”

“Haha, that’s the problem here?” Pure Vanilla laughed, “Then, let's discuss this later, I have to leave now, I can't keep a meeting waiting, can I?”

Pure Vanilla got up off the bed, walking to the doorway. Shadow Milk followed behind, as they both exited the room. Shadow Milk pulling the other down into a kiss before pushing the other away, Pure Vanilla caressing the other's cheek pulling them into another kiss letting their lips linger just a second more.

Shadow Milk turned away, “Then- Hmph… Have a terrible, no-good day until I come back!”

“Then I wish you the best today, my love” Pure Vanilla grinned dopily, “I’ll make sure to drown you with love again once I come back.”

“... Don’t make me seem like the bad guy here-” Shadow Milk inches away, “have a… good day- or I’ll torment anyone who upsets you.”

“Haha, there’s no need,” Pure Vanilla chuckled, “then my love, I’ll be off now.”

Shadow Milk grunted in acknowledgment as they turned to separate parts of the hall separating. Walking along the halls by himself was strange as he navigated himself to the garden.

The beast strolled through as he opened the doors of the garden, spotting a faerie? The beast inspected the other as Silverbell, was it? Was inspecting the flowers, it seemed he was smiling despite his eyes looking as if they had tears clinging to them.

The faerie turned to him, “Oh… it’s you…” Silverbell spoke, “Is there a reason you’re here?”

Shadow Milk averted his eyes, “You… still remember what I did don’t you?”

“Beast, Shadow Milk,” Silverbell inspected the flowers, “you’re atoning, aren’t you?”

“Yes…” the beast looked down, “I remember you- and Elder Faerie… I’m sorry, even if you don’t accept it I should still attempt to mend things.”

“I don’t accept it, but we are not allowed to choose our allies,” the faerie shook his head, “but wanting to help is enough for me…”

“Is it?” Shadow Milk bit his lips, sitting on the floor bowing his head, “You’re allowed to be angry; I can bear the burden of any pains… You can beat me up, kick me, punch me, scream… If anyone asks, I fell down the stairs.”

Silverbell took two steps back, “I- I cannot give you the atonement you seek… If I take it out on you to satisfy myself then I’m just pushing the same cycle you’ve inflicted on me… This isn’t going to help anyone, I’m sorry but please don’t resort to this behavior- No one likes it…”

“Ah, how unsightly… I’m sorry” Shadow Milk picked himself up, keeping his head bowed, “I shouldn’t be acting like this, should I? I’m sorry for disturbing you, please keep enjoying the garden…”

Shadow Milk turned to walk away until-

“Hm, I’ve never been outside of the Faerie Kingdom, do you know about these flowers?”

“The blue ones? Those are primroses, they’re native to Crispia… I think?” Shadow Milk turned around, inspecting them “They’re tough and hardy, but I believe even for them Beast-Yeast would cause them to wither from the other competition…”

Silverbell took in the info with a nod before he pointed to another patch, “How about these ones, they remind me of White Lily!”

“Ah, that they are-” Shadow Milk hummed, “even if I haven’t been there- there’s a greenhouse, filled to the brim with white lilies, I’m sure you’ve seen it in the distance…”

“I see,” Silverbell nodded, perhaps he was being kind as he pointed to another patch of flowers to admire them “Then these ones…”

It continued, Silverbell asking questions as Shadow Milk provided. It was strange almost as the faerie continued to smile at him asking questions, commenting, and giving him so much attention as Shadow Milk explained things. Being offered this grace was strange, his stomach stirred, perhaps this was atonement? It felt strange being offered this attention for simple knowledge, almost as if he was back in the past. Peaceful things almost felt like they used to, he smiled with joy, even if it was no longer the same… perhaps reliving it wouldn’t be so bad… After all, he wouldn’t watch them fall again to leave him in solitude again.

The conversation continued to flow until Silver Bell stood up, “I think I should check up on the meeting now! Thank you… I know I can’t give you what your seeking, but I know you’ve turned over a new leaf- If you ever want to help our kingdom recover- I’ll vouch for you, definitely!”

“Then off you go,” Shadow Milk waved, “if Pure Vanilla’s, there let him know I’m in the garden. Should you have any questions you can return to me.”

Silverbell seemed to fly off in a hurry… It’s been a long time Shadow Milk felt that way, he touched his chest, how odd, it seemed like ages since he’s taught someone. Especially one that was so… engaged. He smiled, perhaps there were worthwhile and engaging activities then re-reading the pile of books that were here.

Shadow Milk returned to wander around the garden with a yawn, he spotted the location he was heading towards. A small field of vanilla orchids, Shadow Milk, lay down feeling the warm sunlight grace his skin as he was covered by the smell of vanilla. He started to purr as he got comfortable enough to nap, basking underneath the sun.

He felt his body grow limp as he drifted off.

Pure Vanilla was the only one in the room alone as the meeting ended. 

Another day some of the heroes wanted to think things over. He sighed, perhaps it was best to talk with the others privately… If only they shared the same potential with their beasts as he did, while his methods were quite forceful- the results were undeniable…

Pure Vanilla hummed as he exited the room, but all things considered, it went pretty well. He was surprised Silverbell seemed to stroll right into the room and stand next to Pure Vanilla to give an update on Shadow Milk’s location.

The king thought about it as he walked through the halls opening the doors to the garden. Perhaps they were talking before? Given Silverbell’s smile, it seems things went well, Pure Vanilla shook his head. It was pleasant Shadow Milk seemed to be getting along with others, he should congratulate his love later.

While strolling through the garden Black Raisin seemed to rush up to him, concerning .

“Pure Vanilla!” She whispered, voice strained as to not give away her panic, “It appears there's intruders attempting communication with Shadow Milk- in the garden please hurry!”

Pure Vanilla merely nodded as he followed her footsteps in haste, trailing behind one of her crows that led them. Of course, there were a multitude of concerns that could contact Shadow Milk. But Pure Vanilla hoped it wasn’t the concern he thought it was… Should it be one of the beasts it would be a major point of concern.

Pure Vanilla sighed as his soul jam hummed with warmth, it seems that his love wasn’t distressed but still there was concern. After all there might be minor… miscommunications.

Approaching where he felt most connected to his love the presence lacked any other beasts in the location… He sighed with relief as he moved forward of Black Raisin to stop her.

“My friend… lets act with caution, shall we?” he urged her to be quieter, “I presume this intruder may need a less forward approach.”

She nodded, slowing her pace, “Of course, may I know your speculation?”

“Some of Shadow Milk’s subordinates,” Pure Vanilla heard some garbled voices, his voice turning to a whisper, “it’s best to not alarm them.”

They hid their presence around a bush, eavesdropping just a bit as Pure Vanilla attempted to capture the situation, inching closer. Black Raising followed suit, becoming practically unnoticed.

“Master Shadow Milk!” a high-pitched coo sounded, “It took forever to find you! You must have been so busy!”

Shadow Milk pat Candy Apples head as she pulled him into a hug… she was real.

It was strange, he couldn’t tell if he was happy or sad that they were only here now. He looked up at Black Saphire and… he seemed conflicted- It seemed like he saw what Shadow Milk had been through.

… He didn’t like those eyes-

Candy Apple looked up at Shadow Milk, grinning at the affection she was given, “Shadow Milk we did great trying to find you right?”

Before Shadow Milk could respond Black Saphire pulled Candy apple away, whispering something to her. It appeared she wanted to argue but she seemed to immediately lose all of the energy as she went limp, and she looked at Shadow Milk with a frown.

Black Saphire turned his attention to the beast, “... My Lord, are you happy?”

Shadow Milk tilted his head, “Of course I am? It’s been lonely without you two- but I’ve been well-”

“Then that is enough…” Black Saphire bit his lip looking away, “I’m sorry Master Shadow Milk- please give me the grace to look things over before I make a decision…”

Ah, they were going to leave him again weren’t they , he should have expected this.

Candy Apple looked up at Shadow Milk then Black Saphire- then him, her glances swapping between them. Please don’t leave.

“Master Shadow Milk,” she spoke with a whimper, “Please don’t look at me like that- I also need to think things over… You’re different now, b-but I’ll always want to serve you-”

She looked away hiding behind Black Saphire, he shook his head averting his gaze, “I don’t know… I don’t know, I’m sorry. I want to stay by your side- but that change… it’s impossible for me.”

Candy Apple looked up at Black Saphire before turning to Shadow Milk with a nod, “I’m sorry… we- I, I’m not sure… But- but I’ll always support you from afar even if you don’t want the things you used to-”

Black Saphire nodded, finishing her sentence eloquently, “We have reached opposing sides, but you’re still our master…”

Candy Apple nodded, looking at Shadow Milk as if she were about to cry… he’d never seen these two like this- and yet he was the one being abandoned…

They turned around and left without a word, exiting through a portal. Shadow Milk reached out, never extending himself forward, history repeating itself again- and again. No matter how loyal they will always leave- Shadow Milk took his soul jam and clutched it towards his chest- it hurts so much…

But Pure Vanilla would still be here- he felt his soul jam pulse, there was barely any indistinction between them. That’s how connected they were… He pressed himself closer to the connection, yes- they were inseparable. So, it was fine if they returned or not, there was one thing that would forever remain by his side… and that was enough.

Then he felt arms wrap around him, all too familiar in their warmth. Caressing Shadow Milk's face, wiping gently at his tears. Ah, he was crying- it must have been such a long time since anyone had abandoned him like this.

Moving the beast into the hero’s lap, Pure Vanilla gave him such a warm smile…

Shadow Milk smiled back, then the hero spoke, brushing the beast’s bangs “Why are you crying my love? Did you have a nightmare?”

Shadow Milk shook his head as he continued to mourn, crying as his tears were wiped away, “...Black Saphire- Candy Apple… I’ve been abandoned again…”

“Oh… what a shame,” Pure Vanilla frowned, “but, I’m still here aren’t I?”

Shadow Milk turned himself to rub his cheek at the other’s soul jam, “Connected… yes” he purred, “mine- yours, I’ll make sure we’re indistinguishable.”

He caught a glimpse of Pure Vanilla’s flushed face as he grinned, “Yes, that’s true, isn’t it? My love, just so you know, if it hurts- then you never need to leave my side… Never.”

Shadow Milk sat himself up sitting on the other’s lap, tears running down his face, “yes… please heal me? I need it- I need to be connected. I need it.”

“Of course, my love,” Pure Vanilla wrapped his arms around the other, as the beast settle himself in the crook of Pure Vanilla’s neck, “I’ll give you the eternal bliss you seek, in fact if you desire, you can never wake up again as I carry you in my arms blissfully.”

Shadow Milk shook his head at that letting insecurity speak up, “-I can’t let you- or you’ll slip from my arms when I’m not paying attention.”

“As you wish-”

Then Shadow Milk wasn’t able to listen anymore as the magic flowed into him, why was he crying? Ah, he was crying because he felt so good… he didn’t remember why but he was being rewarded- because he asked to be healed. 

Shadow Milk found himself lazily biting into skin licking up at wounds, as he blinked hazily. He felt so empty yet so good feeling the magic flow into him as it felt like he was drinking in the magic as it engraving itself once more in his body. With every bite and lick he could feel the magic itself quiver with joy, Nilly was happy- The way the magic returned to flow made him feel their connection tie even deeper, the beast returned to make his lover happy with a purr nipping into the skin again.

With every passing moment he could feel the thrumming of magic as it filled him up, it was almost done. He felt so warm with each passing second, as the healing flowed into his body as if it was merging and changing him with every passing second. He was no more than a vessel of Nilly’s love, accepting each drop willingly.

Then he felt it overflow and yet- the hand on his back was lifted. He shook his head and whined, tears filling his eyes again as he buried his face into the crook of the other's neck. 

“Ah? What is it, my love?” Nilly teased, “I need words, darling.”

Shadow Milk struggled to comprehend each word, failing to control his vocal cords he only responded with a needy whine.

“Ah-ah, words- words darling~” Nilly placed a hand on the beast's back, adding teasing drops.

“Mnn” Shadow Milk's tongue felt foreign within his own mouth, he struggled to speak, “M-mhore- more- n-Nilly… AH!”

He gasped as the magic rushed into him again overflowing like a fountain spilling out into his surroundings. “You’re so greedy darling, but I love you all the same, don’t I?” A kiss reached his lips, “Using the power of my soul jam, all to nourish yourself? Greedy, greedy, that's my love…”

The voice hazed into a melody as Shadow Milk felt as if his very presence was no more than another piece of Nilly, purring as his mouth struggled to close, drool dripping onto Nilly’s shoulder. He went limp as he returned to purring, drinking in every ounce that was given to him. 

His mind was flooded with nothing but warmth as he struggled to think, he couldn’t even tell if everything was overflowing anymore. Just drinking and drinking, he was so full, but he needed more, ah he was so satisfied. No more- he was finished now, he purred, he couldn’t tell if it stopped or continued.

Shadow Milk blinked, looking around. He was on their bed, Nilly beside him reading a book as the beast lay on his chest. He felt as if he was no more than a storm cloud rumbling as he continued to purr. 

“Hmm, darling this is a new book apparently it’s about an obscure study of a documentation and recreation of love potion’s taste,” Nilly said, “it was only published recently so you shouldn’t have to worry about having read it.”

Shadow Milk tilted his head as he turned back to his lover, pulling down the fabric on his chin as the beast began licking his neck. It felt entirely instinctual as he started nipping purring in satisfaction, he was doing a good job.

“Haha, it seems like you're still not all too here yet,” Nilly brushed through the beast’s bangs, “You’ve truly made my neck so pretty, soon you might lose space though with how I’m trying to preserve each one…”

Shadow Milk attempted to communicate yet his vocal chords only gave out another whine, he tried to force out each word, “H-eal- heal, I… make m’more!”

“How reassuring,” Pure Vanilla hummed, “But I’ll take up that offer when I think this canvas is full.”

Shadow Milk merely continued to nip at the skin as Pure Vanilla glided his hand on the other’s back. Shadow Milk inspected his work as he took it in, Pure Vanilla’s neck was covered in bruises and bites. The beast hummed licking at the discoloration, they looked pretty, and because Pure Vanilla liked them he did too. 

… An idea manifested into his mind.

Then Shadow Milk moved himself in front of Pure Vanilla, forcing the book in his lover’s hand down. 

“Oh?” Pure Vanilla turned to give his full attention, “What would you like?”

The beast responded by craning his neck to the side rubbing at his exposed neck, attempting to use his words “...Bite- Like jewelry, bite.”

“Haha, you want me to return the favor?” Pure Vanilla glided his hand along the neck, “We might need to leave soon… but, where should I start, your upper trapezius?”

Shadow Milk nodded eagerly forcing the crook of his neck to Pure Vanilla's lips, feeling them glide over his skin. Feeling the teeth dig in as he accepted the bite, taking the marking into him as he cried out. Purring as Pure Vanilla licked at the mark, feeling the tongue attempt to soothe the wound before the hero leaned away.

“It looks nice on you, would you like to keep it?” Pure Vanilla asked, gliding his hand over the wound to admire it, “I can make it last forever.”

Shadow Milk shook his head as he finally was able to manage his voice, “No, when it heals- I want it again…”

Pure Vanilla tilted his head, his face graced with a slight blush as he grinned, “How cute, my love aren’t you adorable?”

Shadow Milk nodded as he traced the wound, getting up to inspect it as he looked in the mirror. It was barely visible underneath his collar as he traced it underneath his thumb. It was Pure Vanilla’s, so it was nice.

The hero looked at the window before he got out of the bed, “It seems you're well, would you like to attend Hollyberry’s invite?”

The beast turned towards Pure Vanilla, nodding, before he inquired “What will happen there, any predictions?”

“I wouldn’t make any bets on what an inebriated person does,” Pure Vanilla shrugged, fixing his clothing in an attempt to smooth the creases, “Someone nearly once ‘gambled’ away their soul jam… I think it was a vain attempt of a bet but I don’t remember…”

“Hm?” Shadow Milk returned to cling to the hero’s side, “Maybe I should have scoured through your memories more when I had the chance?”

“... No,” Pure Vanilla looked away, “Perhaps it’s for the best you try not to seek what happened behind drunken hazes…”

“I think I have the right to know every detail about you!” Shadow Milk huffed, fixing his own sleeves, “My knowledge is your knowledge- and the vice-versa is true as well, you’re not allowed to deny the truth. It’s against your nature-”

Pure Vanilla shook his head, “I’ve embraced it all, truth and deceit are two sides of-”

“Well, that’s boring,” Shadow Milk huffed, “I guess I have no choice but to see what happens~”

The hero sighed in return, “Well then, shall we set off?”

Shadow Milk responded with a hum as he inspected his robes, readjusting his soul jam into place, “It’s better to be early than late I presume.” He looked outside, “though it seems like we might be the first ones there.”

“I assure you otherwise, Hollyberry is a wonderful hostess,” Pure Vanilla noted, “Wildberry should also keep her from partaking too early… Ah, it was a contest- I almost forgot.”

“Hm? Am I about to see some competitive spirit,” the beast inquired, “Will I be roped into joining?”

“Only if you wish to,” Pure Vanilla sighed rubbing at his temple, “but I've promised myself that I should hold off when I feel no more than buzzed…”

The beast nodded at that, taking Pure Vanilla’s arm as they walked out of the room. Shadow Milk let the other lead as they moved through the halls, a question forming in his mind. “Where are we heading, by the way, it’s not like we- I have been out that far?”

Pure Vanilla paused, stopping his movements, “Hm, Crow’s Nest Inn? Now that I think about it she never told me the location… It’s been a while as well since I looked at the markets to see if any new establishments have opened their doors.”

Shadow Milk let the hero think it over as he remained silent, Pure Vanilla humming as he placed a hand to his chin tilting his head as his brows furrowed to an expressive pensive look. Biting his lip as he sighed continuing to walk.

“Hm, I think walking to her chamber would be a fruitless endeavor,” the hero nodded to himself, “if we can’t find her then I think we should still enjoy the views of the town besides that, it’s been a long time since we’ve been cooped up with meetings…”

Shadow Milk merely trailed beside Pure Vanilla as they walked out, to go outside… outside his mind questioned. He had always wanted out, and yet, now that he was going to go out- it was strange that now all he wanted to do was stay by Pure Vanilla’s side. It feels ironic, in a serendipitous way, as he let the thought linger. He was free and yet, it was like he was in a cage- no just the arms of his captor. Perhaps he could have flown away a long time ago but now? 

He was satisfied being here in Pure Vanilla's arms… even if he broke his own wings to stay by his side.

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Shadow Milk didn’t pay much mind to his surroundings outside. Everywhere he went, it felt the same after all, crowds alleys, stalls, vendors. It was a lower traffic than what he was used to, but it was still filled with people… This is what Pure Vanilla built- and what he re-built all over again… 

Shadow Milk took in the air as he walked holding the hero’s hand. There were constant eyes on them- Or at least eyes that attempted to hide their stares constantly boring into them, it was obvious, a king doesn't walk around so casually with a lover in tow…

Perhaps slipping into the inn was their only saving grace as they were faced with Hollyberry in a near-empty room.

“Ahaha!” She laughed, “It’s you two, I knew I would see you here! So there’s a slight update, it appears we accidentally ran this place a little ahem, dry last night-”

… It appears the prior information was true, not even… hm? He couldn’t remember, but it seems that this era of soul jam holders was worse when it came to this kind of stunt. A terror in their own way, he sighed.

“However- fear not, Wildberry is finding another place while I assume everyone is going to gather here.” Hollyberry patted down a table insisting for them to take a seat.

Pure Vanilla took it as Shadow Milk followed behind him, and then the hero spoke up, “Don’t mind me asking this, my friend. However, who exactly did you invite.”

“Ah! Of course,” Hollyberry nodded, taking a seat, “to be exact there’s the obvious- everyone who attended the conference, ah that faerie with White Lily he didn’t accept but everyone else should be attending.”

“So hm, White Lily seems to be returning and Dark Cacao wants a second round?” Pure Vanilla recounted, “Ah so is it that Smoked Cheese and Crunchy Chip will be coming?”

“Yes, those guys!” Hollyberry grinned, as if having a fond nostalgia, “It’s been a while since anyone new will be joining our contest, well Smoked Chese actually might have been with us once!”

Pure Vanilla looked away, “Now that I think about it I don’t think I’ll be participating, I wouldn’t want to be hit by the worst of it tomorrow- haha-”

“Nope- no can do here” Hollyberry pat Pure Vanilla's shoulder with some force, “I know your limit’s no tapping out until I say you can, we’re all in this together!”

Shadow Milk turned his head away, scooting slightly behind his lover, “...Maybe I shouldn’t join…”

Pure Vanilla grasped the other with his arm as he smiled with grace, “No, no we're in this together, as she said.”

“Yes, that's the spirit!” Hollyberry attempted to holler at a level voice, “Let it be like old times sake plus two!”

The door opened as Dark Cacao and the others followed in, entering the establishment… ‘Quietly’ each footstep a little bit too loud and hushed whispers being drowned out by them. Shadow Milk and it seemed everyone else seemed to acknowledge their efforts and kept quiet not giving the new arrivals any mind.

“Ah, all of you are here” Hollyberry greeted, “I’m staying here while Wildberry is trying to find another place because they aren’t receiving another shipment until tomorrow!”

“...Hollyberry, apologies for being late- however the others were lost because they weren’t told which establishment to head towards.”

Shadow Milk tuned out all of the small talk while he observed, their location was already decided it seemed as they all turned outside. The number of attendees felt more akin to a small party rather than an actual group, but they were in good spirits it seemed? Entering back onto the streets was no easy task as it felt the group was a crowd rather than a mere group of eight soon-to-be nine. What a grand reunion? 

Shadow Milk looked away as he grasped onto Pure Vanilla’s arm, he wanted to disappear- become no more than Pure Vanilla’s shadow, because after all there was being a performer and then there was… this. More importantly hearing the grand stories of Hollyberry he wondered, perhaps that business could simply amass enough of a fortune from this trip.

It seemed that Wildberry was at the front of the establishment as he waited patiently.

“Wildberry! Were we able to get a spot!” Hollyberry asked, leaving her subordinate to nod in return.

Golden Cheese spoke up, “Aha, I was right this would be the place. Looks like it hasn’t aged a day, what great condition your kingdom was held up in!”

Pure Vanilla nodded in response, “I should have figured the Cream Inn was where we would be heading.”

Wildberry soon spoke up, “Because of the request, I had to place a reservation… are you sure this should be a contest?”

“Of course not,” Hollyberry agreed, “However everyone here should be a little more than just ‘tipsy,’ a contest is always fun however!”

The beast wanted to sigh, he turned over the words in his head, this was not a blessing. She wanted everyone drunk, contest or not, seemingly just for the fun of it. Shadow Milk swallowed nine- nine ‘customers’, at least three having a predetermined state being known as ‘menaces’, all cooped up in one establishment. Perhaps if he apologized nicely this time and asked politely perhaps the witches might reconsider and save him from this soon-to-be mess… perhaps he could accept his fate and return to the silver tree.

He looked up at Pure Vanilla, he was no more than smiles- worse he was an enabler here. Shadow Milk was luckily he from at least when he last drank he was able to form thoughts better than most.

The only other person who seemed to share the same sentiment was White Lily, she seemed like she wanted to wither away in the moment as the conversation continued. He looked like she had already reached acceptance, already preparing to see whether her next incarnation was Dark Enchantress or not.

She took a glance at him and Shadow Milk immediately turned away hiding behind Pure Vanilla. He didn’t know why but for some reason, she always seemed to look at him with pity, a lingering sadness in her as if she knew what happened when he… when he- what? But he hated it. He only needed one person to give him those eyes.

He huffed as he sat next to Pure Vanilla when they reached the table, strangely a memory seemed to come back to him, no more than a glimpse as he remembered just ever so faintly- White Lily was close with his lover once, the thought came back to him like a screeching hiss, there was a point back in Beast-Yeast where they were each other's weaknesses… and yet Pure Vanilla glared at White Lily while tightening his grip around the beast.

Fate remains surprisingly whimsical with its jokes, doesn't it? He sighed leaning into the possessive grasp, Shadow Milk could probably press a few buttons and watch what remained burn. 

But he was aware of what was buried from before; when he was able to look into Pure Vanilla’s memory, a weak pining love wasn’t it? Too strong to let go yet too weak to prevent her from leaving, it was strange however- almost. Even before when their soul jams were hazily connected he never felt what he knew was Pure Vanilla’s love, no what Shadow Milk had was something that burned anyone too careless would likely become ash from the very emotion itself.

But still, Shadow Milk could be jealous after all while the love wasn’t even a flicker- more akin to lukewarm water, the fact she had anything at all made his cheeks puff up. Sure it wasn’t fair- but he didn’t need to, Pure Vanilla likes him like this- nothing else mattered then!

Then a stein was placed in front of everyone, filled to the brim, and Shadow Milk noticed to his side-

“... I’m quite fine. I'm only here to assist Her Majesty after she gets her fill,” Smoked Cheese spoke up, “I’m sure one of us must stay in their right mind.”

“Cool it, no restraints needed” Golden Cheese chugged immediately engaging with Hollyberry, “I can fly just as freely sober!”

Hollyberry chipped in “No need to hold back! Wildberry already offered to take one for the team. Always a shame but some sacrifices are necessary!”

Wildberry nodded, ah , he was a traitor.

Smoked Cheese closed his eyes with a miserable acceptance, bitterness in his eyes as he lifted the mug. There was Crunchy Chip as well- how funny that they seemed to share the same idea, accepting his fate and drinking up. It seems that the heroes' fond memories seemed to be no more than haunting nightmares for others. 

Who knows perhaps staying sober around the worst drunks of all time could be a worse thing, he hoped. Lifting the stein to his face, he wasn’t fond of alcohol most of the time because it tasted foul, and oh? It was sweet, of course, it was incomparable to what Pure Vanilla would feed him- but it sufficed. As he drank slowly, licking at the foam at the top, no more than consuming it with a few sips. 

By the time he thought he had a good amount of liquid in him, he looked around, barely a third through, and yet… others were on their second even third- the ones competing? He averted his eyes from the pile. Continuing to sip at the alcohol, even Pure Vanilla didn’t take his time, arm around Shadow Milk as he downed a third serving. All with a remorseful frown on his face as well, he just wanted it done…

Shadow Milk tried to ignore the haze seeping in as he drank, looking around him once more trying to take in the drunken air… Noisy was all he could note, drunken laughing and teasing as everyone was joyful in their hazed stupors. He looked at the competitors… it seemed that it was Hollyberry- barely phased, Golden Cheese, Dark Cacao, and Crunchy Chip, most of them too close to tapping out.

He looked away to the other crowd- they were drinking too- like they were going to a war where their legs were going to be sawed off… It seemed no one wanted to be sober for this event, Wildberry was snacking away in the distance, disassociating from the crowd- traitor.

Shadow Milk looked next to him watching Pure Vanilla place down a fourth mug, his lover snatching up the beast and placing him on his lap. Pure Vanilla resting his head on the beast’s shoulder, he decided to pay no mind to it, placing down the stein as he finished it… another one set in front of him. He glanced around him… it was Hollyberry… What an attentive hostess. He sighed slowly lapping up at the next one, Pure Vanilla remaining strangely silent as he grasped Shadow Milk. Passively drinking in the attention, as he lapped at the beverage, it tasted better like this in a way.

In a way sitting here was almost nostalgic, minus the lover, he remembered back when…? They used to go to one anothers places drinking until they could no longer. He invited him to come sing once as he sang away without a care in the world. She would join in the drunken songs playing a tune as she flapped her wings. They would stand back to the side drinking, swaying their body to the tune. She would sing along carefully monitoring them to not get carried away.

Shadow Milk didn’t know why but he started sobbing, tears running down his face in a horrible burning sensation. They all abandoned him- he saw them all fall one by one. He couldn’t do a thing- he shouldn’t be remembering them… he doesn’t want to remember them. 

Pure Vanilla placed the mug in Shadow Milk’s hands down, turning the beast on his lap to sob on his shoulder. Soothing the tears away as he coaxed them out, rubbing along the beast’s back. A silent understanding, as the hand moved along. Shadow Milk felt his tears dry, as he lifted himself up, pushing the drunken hero away.

He doesn’t even remember why he was crying at all, perhaps his many years of not being drunk have led him to become soft. 

Shadow Milk turned around returning to drinking, small sips as he remained confused at his previous tears. Pure Vanilla returned to rest his head on the beast’s shoulder, the hero remaining surprisingly alert as he stayed quiet. 

The beast would have expected Pure Vanilla to basically use him as some kind of plush clinging to Shadow Milk before falling asleep. But in a way he could almost feel the emotion through their connection- he was on guard for whatever reason. Shadow Milk took a second to take a look at his lover’s face, a calm expression, and then a snarl as the beast felt his body pulled away. 

Shadow Milk turned his head to the source of irritation, it seemed that there was a ‘game’ occurring as a figure swayed towards them. Shadow Milk paid it no mind finishing up the next stein placing it down. Another slamming down in front of him- 

“Haha, seems like your lover might need another one,” Hollyberry shouted with glee.

She attempted to pat the beast’s back being met with a firm guarding arm and a glare, as if not noticing she continued laughing, remaining to pat the arm as- Pure Vanilla growled- Shadow Milk shifted his head, the snarl on his lover’s face deepened. Hollyberry paid it no mind as she left continuing to drink, sitting down as she watched the drunken game play out- was she even tipsy?

Shadow Milk shook his head pushing the stein away, he knew the alcohol would kick in eventually, he was lucky he could still think clearly. Or at least clearly enough to think- He sighed leaning into Pure Vanilla’s grasp, he would probably be just as bad as the other’s soon… 

Pure Vanilla sighed without a word as he took the abandoned mug, drinking it down quickly, taking it for Shadow Milk it seemed… It was better off not to waste after all- Hollyberry seemed to notice how Shadow Milk stopped drinking. Sitting in the beast’s former seat, she grinned at him, ignoring Pure Vanilla’s piercing glare as he placed the stein down.

“You look barely buzzed,” Hollyberry grinned as she inquired, “Want to stay sober as your first time with us?”

Shadow Milk shook his head, “I think I might have drank too much-”

“Ah, lightweight with a delay… or something like that” she leaned back, “what a strange hand to be dealt!”

Shadow Milk’s mind flashed back to when he was drunk- a clingy mess that would purr and latch onto strangers- he looked down with a flush- clicking his tongue, “Wrong analysis- don’t try again.”

“Haha of course,” she reached out patting Pure Vanilla’s back as Shadow Milk was also pushed by the force, “You know, I’ve never seen that guy like that! But that’s the fun of this reunion, always seeing a new side to everyone!”

Pure Vanilla substituted his acknowledgment with a grunt, nuzzling into Shadow Milk’s neck before returning on guard. Hollyberry's eyes widened before she returned to laughing joyfully, it seems Pure Vanilla presented himself as a new sight to behold… Shadow Milk wasn’t sure how he felt about that-

“Well then since you weren’t at the meeting and someone seems to be barely coherent, I might as well update you,” She hummed getting comfortable into the chair, “It’s not much but I oughta tell you that it seems a few of use have decided to seal away the beasts, she hummed, me? Well, whatever happens- happens. That’s just it, either way my kingdom will be safe so it’s Eternal Sugar’s decision on how she wants to go out!”

Eternal Sugar, yes that was her name. It was of no concern for Shadow Milk, either way, it’s not like they held any more connections anymore. Nor relevant enough to hold a place in his memory… So he merely spoke up, “Mm, I’ll deliver it when he’s sober…”

“Hm?” Hollyberry tilted her head taking a swig before she returned to speaking, “I would have expected you to have I don’t know… more interest?”

Shadow Milk shook his head as he let words slip out, “It’s like they never existed at this point- I don’t know them. I knew but now…? No.”

She looked concerned for a second before shaking her head, “It’s your former team so I won't dictate how you respond to that- haha! Your choice.” She lifted herself from the seat, “But, I’m always open to a good talk if you have any second thoughts, after all, you’re the only opinion here.”

Shadow Milk watched her stand up and leave, he looked at Pure Vanilla, it seems he had no objections to that offer… But even so the idea of leaning on another person? It was weird, wrong even.

He wondered… did they- did the beasts miss him? They abandoned him. They didn’t care anyway, besides… nothing else was important.

Sighing as he leaned into Pure Vanilla’s grasp, then it felt like he was hit with a pile of bricks he probably didn’t realize it before but now it was very clear. He was purring up a storm as he was actively getting closer to Pure Vanilla in a vain attempt to close any gaps between them.

The hero remained uncharacteristically quiet, with no more than a pleased smile on his face from the display. Reciprocating by pulling the other in deeper, responding with a hum as his own- before he quickly picked Shadow Milk up and muttered a few words the beast couldn’t catch, dragging him away.

But Shadow Milk didn’t care as he attempted to guide the other's lips to his bared neck, whining. He wanted another bite one that was visible for everyone to see-

But they were in the cold alleyway as Shadow Milk was pushed against a wall, Pure Vanilla staring at his bare neck- 

“Darling” the hero finally spoke his voice surprisingly sharp, “Don’t do things like that- not in public, yes?”

Shadow Milk tilted his head to bare the other side of his neck, voice slurred as he voiced his request, “... No one was paying attention- one bite is fine.”

“So you’re unaware of the eyes on us?” Pure Vanilla said with a grin, “No, you certainly caught everyone’s attention with a whine, my darling, it’s hard to hide my desire when you cry like this, I can’t ignore what’s mine after all.”

Shadow Milk didn’t know what happened next but he was grasping at Pure Vanilla’s head as his neck was painted with a few more bites. The blooming against his skin felt no more than a pinch before his face flushed and he sought another.

Whining as he desperately needed just one more, each time Pure Vanilla lifted his head he was guided back down. It felt so good as he was graced with another prize- drool dripping down his chin.

A thought came to him in the haze, it would feel so much better if he was filled with the power of Pure Vanilla’s soul jam once more. As Shadow Milk opened his mouth to speak he was quickly met with lips.

“No healing.” Pure Vanilla picked Shadow Milk up, “I’ll lose control, so let's get back inside.”

Shadow Milk whined as he rested his head on his lover's shoulder, accepting the carry. As he heard the door open-

“Well isn’t it great seeing you two come back,” Golden Cheese hollered, “we're placing bets on the table, and as our biggest bettor you-”

A prompt slam of the door, “Let's go back to our room darling,” Pure Vanilla traced his hand along the neck's marks, “everyone can see your pretty marks tomorrow, if you want I could also display mine as well, each one you’ve created out of love~”

Shadow Milk did no more than listen as he was carried around, Pure Vanilla was surprisingly swift with his movements, for a drunk person he was certainly mobile… was he just pretending? 

Shadow Milk pondered the question as he attempted to process the movements until he was thrown onto the bed, Pure Vanilla slipping in as he wrapped his arms around the other. Nuzzling into him with fervor he was giving a nearly irritating amount of attention.

“Haha~ My love,” Pure Vanilla somehow tangled his limbs around the other further, cooing overly sweetly like his voice was dripped in sugar, “I’m so glad everyone respects that you're mine- you saw earlier, right~”

No, he was definitely drunk.

Shadow Milk yawned through the drunken rambling shifting as he managed to squeeze out of his outer robes, he would prefer not feeling like a mess when he woke up. Purring as he returned the embrace letting tiredness take over his body. He was sorry that he couldn’t listen to his lover… but it was like it went through the other ear. Another type of brain-melting that was slightly less pleasurable…

He wanted to be healed again , he yawned… tomorrow hopefully.

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Pure Vanilla ran his hand over Shadow Milk’s sleeping form as he gave his love a kiss. Last night was hazy but he was lucky he didn’t feel too bad. His mind blinked back to Dark Cacao and Golden Cheese, maybe he should delay today's meeting?

As for Hollyberry, it was almost a guarantee she would bounce back like nothing had happened… he rubbed at his temples, there was no way he would be excused for acting like that with Shadow Milk- growling? She’s never going to let that go- he groaned. 

But, it wasn’t that bad- he pulled away before he started doing anything too egregious. But what if he did follow through and- No. He wouldn’t reach that measure of public indecency otherwise he would quite literally lock himself away for tarnishing his love in public like that .

He would lock away those perverted feelings for now- by no means would he allow himself to be foolish enough to consider taking Shadow Milk in public as a first experience… by no means should he let anyone lay eyes on Shadow Milk while he did such things-

Pure Vanilla sighed, he needed to kill that side of the desire to show off his love. It was dangerous to let such desires take hold. Shadow Milk wasn’t fond of those rumors either…

Then a knock echoed, making a presence clear as it echoed through his room. 

Pure Vanilla opened his door, peering out to be met by Hollyberry, “It seems like you just woke up haha,” her tone while jovial was hushed, “I just wanted to check in with you since you left early.”

Pure Vanilla forgot he wasn't in his robes, “I merely didn’t want to be roped into making the same mistakes again. Let me get dressed real quick.”

As Pure Vanilla attempted to push it closed Hollyberry held it open, “No need, I’m only here for a brief conversation.”

“... I’m sorry for my behavior yesterday, and I know your decision.” Pure Vanilla accepted the response and gestured for her to come in, closing the door as Hollyberry entered.

“No need Hah-” Hollyberry laughed, “but I’m also here to express concern, I’ve seen my fair share of weepy drunks, but I believe I ought’ to at least inquire about such sadness.”

Pure Vanilla rubbed the back of his neck with a sigh, “I’m not sure what inflicted him either, but please don’t allow it to be worrisome, I’m glad you have concerns however.”

Hollyberry sighed as she shook her head, “It’s a shame he looked so sorrowful, but I know that you're capable of comforting him on your own.”

Pure Vanilla bowed his head, “Thank you my friend, but as always should I have any difficulties I’ll seek you out.”

“Then I’ll be off-” Hollyberry paused before opening the door, “Wait, I went to see the others before you, everyone wants a little more time before the meeting, I don’t think Dark Cacao is faring so well, so I’ll be checking up on him.”

“Tell him I’ll wait for his call today,” Pure Vanilla saw Hollyberry assure him with a thumbs up before she left, closing the door behind her.

Pure Vanilla turned to look behind him, Shadow Milk seemed to have gotten up with a flush on his face, hearing the other speak up before the king could ask what was wrong.

“Tell me I didn’t do that in front of everyone-” Shadow Milk buried his face into his hands, “I cannot- Nilly, I wasn’t that shameful to be whining in public-”

Pure Vanilla sat down next to the other “You’re quite fine, it was cute.”

“But still- I can’t- I can’t disregard…  losing my composure like that” Shadow Milk stammered, “It’s wrong- I didn’t even know I could…”

“I assure you there has been worse than having a couple be drunk enough to have such a minute display of affection,” Pure Vanilla smiled, “besides, I’ve observed my own share of worse, ahem, affections. Not with anyone in our group of course, I don’t think anyone would have minded if we went further.”

“... Then why did we leave-” Shadow Milk seemed to search through his hazy memories before putting it together, “So, you were the one that gambled-”

“I think such things should remain unsolved forever.” Pure Vanilla shut it down, the bet was no more than an exaggeration after all… he’s lost so much to Golden Chese it’s not funny, “Anyways, how are you feeling today.”

“It was a lighter drink than I thought it was… so I’m fine” Shadow Milk turned away with a grin poking Pure Vanilla’s cheek, “The ‘biggest bettor’ huh? Will they offer me any tales?”

“The tales of the past are irrelevant today,” Pure Vanilla paused, “besides it’s hardly fair to say anything of that level, it was a thousand years ago-”

“A thousand years of you basically not existing, I bet you haven’t learned your lesson,” Shadow Milk giggled, “since you're so eager- tell me what’s the biggest thing you’ll gamble away? Your sou-”

“Not my soul jam, it’s far too important now,” Pure Vanilla brushed against Shadow Milk’s soul jam watching as it glowed warmly at the touch, he grinned as he inspected it, “the biggest thing would likely be my position haha.”

“I thought we gambled the things we care about Nilly,” Shadow Milk pouted, “that’s boring.”

“My role is very important,” Pure Vanilla smiled, pinching his love's cheek, “besides nothing in the world could give me what I want most. Not anymore.”

“Tch” a tongue clicks as Shadow Milk stuck out his tongue, returning to pinch at Pure Vanilla’s cheeks, “Bore-ing, is it impossible for you to not take the opportunity to confess your undying -wonderful- boring love for me?”

“I think I would die if a day passed and I don’t say it~” Pure Vanilla smiled at his lover’s pouting, batting away the hands on his cheeks, “After all I worked so hard to have my affections returned, it’s only proper I receive some kind of way to tell you.”

Shadow Milk sighed before embracing Pure Vanilla, “Yes-yes, you worked so-so-so hard!” but then there was a frown, “... I don’t recall what happened-”

“Then it must have been so long ago for you to remember~ After all this is what matters right?” Pure Vanilla smiled, pulling his love closer, “But of course, it’s like we have always been like this.”

Shadow Milk nodded a frown still showing itself, “It’s about you, all of it is about you, if I don’t remember then-”

“Then it’s fine,” Pure Vanilla grinned, “let's just remember everything we have now, yes? Nothing else matters . ”

Shadow Milk nodded while frowning, “I’m just upset because my memories with you are precious, even the ones while I was in that room… Even if I only remember sitting on your lap while you signed documents.”

“I’m glad every detail means so much to you,” the king paused, “then let's get ready okay, we should get some food in us.”

Shadow Milk nodded and started to dress in his robes, leaving Pure Vanilla to his thoughts, it appears his love has forgotten the past by now. Perhaps that too is the erasure of the scars beneath the transformation? But in the end, Shadow Milk will remain by his side so it was all for the better that way… today is the point where the beast will disappear, and he will never be able to return to what he once was- only one more healing. Then no one will recognize what once was, nor the fight he had.

“Nilly?” Shadow Milk showed off his robes before sitting on the other’s lap, “Now! Do my hair, don't take too long~”

“Haha, of course, my darling,” Pure Vanilla laughed, taking the hair into his hands, “You’re so pretty aren’t you?”

“Huh? Of course I am, it’s undeniable,” Shadow Milk shrugged, “after all how else would I have enchanted you?”

“Hm? While you're beyond words, I think there’s so much more beneath that,” Pure Vanilla hummed continuing to braid the hair, “after all, it takes a lot more than good looks for you to be my other half.”

“... What a sap,” his love huffed leaving the king to laugh in response, “you should give me a kiss if you're going to keep saying honeyed words~”

Pure Vanilla hummed in response, finishing the braid then giving a kiss on the cheek… What an unusual yet pleasing response~ “Anything you ask for then.”

Shadow Milk straddled Pure Vanilla, “Then can I have some healing… Maybe after you get dressed?”

Pure Vanilla thought about it, he could offer to do it now however it depended on how hard Shadow Milk would cling to him afterwards, Pure Vanilla nodded making his decision clear, “Then would you like to brush my hair? I’ll get in my robes quickly, then we can start.”

Shadow Milk nodded with vigor, as he helped gather the robes handing them to the king, well it certainly seemed someone was excited. Pure Vanilla hummed as he took the robes and wore them his love attentively assisting the second set of hands assisting and smoothing out any creased fabric.

Pure Vanilla inspected as he finished hand gliding over the fabric, looks nice all things considered. He nodded his head sitting back on the bed, “Thank you, it looks great.”

“Hmm, of course, I know that, I’m the one who’s seen you put it on a thousand times, er-” Shadow Milk started brushing the king’s hair, “but I’m not paying attention too much, call it intuition.”

“Hm?” Pure Vanilla smiled, how cute, “I see, you did well so in turn you should assist me more, if you want of course haha.”

“Uh-hm” Shadow Milk seemed like he was thinking, “No- you shouldn’t get my help, I should keep you on your toes after all!” a giggle sounded, “Hah, but you always wake up first so there's no point in having me assist.”

Pure Vanilla laughed at that, “Haha- you’re right, but I’m always open to it given the opportunity.”

“... I’ll think about it,” Shadow Milk hugged the king from behind, “you’re done, all brushed out… how do you make sure it doesn’t tangle?”

Pure Vanilla responded with a shrug, turning around to shift Shadow Milk onto his lap, “Then would you like to be healed now?”

Shadow Milk responded with an eager nod, wrapping his arms around Pure Vanilla's neck and placing a kiss on his cheek, “Then Nilly why don’t you start working on it-”

Pure Vanilla readjusted his grip touching his love’s soul jam before sliding his hand down and placing it on Shadow Milk’s chest. The king noticed his love’s reaction, flushed with anticipation, eyes already partially blown out with expectation. Pure Vanilla drank in the sight as much as he could, practically feeling his love’s excitement through their soul jam’s connection.

“Then today too, it seems that you’ve become addicted to an overflow,” Pure Vanilla pondered, “today as well then?”

An aggressive nod, before his love bared his neck displaying all of the bite marks from yesterday, letting off a needy whine. It seems he’s already lost it just from anticipation seeing no use for words, as he sought pleasure. How adorable~ 

Pure Vanilla no more than compiled letting the magic flow through, watching as Shadow Milk crumbled, flushed face and eyes blown wide as he shifted with a whine. His love shifted himself to nuzzle into Pure Vanillas neck purring with delight. 

There was a slight feedback as he felt the sheer pleasure Shadow Milk was in, the king lifted his other hand to wipe at the drool that fell down his chin. Through the feedback he felt it smooth over, all the scars seamlessly fading. As if they never existed at all, the struggling and suffering, it no longer existed underneath his palm. The power of his soul jam… fully assimilated in making Shadow Milk a second vessel.

There was no reason to continue this anymore as all signs of struggle would dissipate, no one would see it nor even know this had happened… Not even Shadow Milk. His very existence was shattered, he was ripped into the magic that tore him apart and remolded him, all the while Shadow Milk continued to purr in his arms. It was almost ironic that he never planned for this to be pleasurable, and yet the mewls he received were intoxicating. It felt like he was met halfway to a deal he only knew of, his love made things so much easier seeking out his poison as if it was sustenance. 

He felt his lover peel the fabric off of his neck and then bite down, Pure Vanilla hummed as Shadow Milk continued to work at his neck purring. It was cute he was so dutiful in his marking while being so blissed out. Pure Vanilla pat his love on the head accepting the dutifully placed bites, each one would be admired by the king later.

Then a mewl cried out as Shadow Milk seemed to be close to overflowing, rubbing into the king’s neck with abandon… no. Pure Vanilla grinned it seemed that his love hazily felt it too, it shattered away like glass, fading away into nothing. He wondered what the final result would be with Shadow Milk like this? His perfect darling has finally become complete, and the way he saw Shadow Milk’s soul jam glisten, everything about him- it’s all perfect now.

How beautiful, he continued to pour in the power of the Light of Truth as he felt it overflow, his love letting off a heady whine as he heard strained vocal chords strain, “N-nilly- nm- more- more.”

“Oh? How greedy asking for more when you're still receiving it?” Pure Vanilla, “poor you, so thirsty for more.” Pure Vanilla let the words slip past his lips, “without a care too as you let me twist your very existence- haha.”

His love seemed to take in all of the information hazily before his eyes glazed over with bliss relaxing as he started to purr. It continued for a while until he saw Shadow Milk’s eyes lid over, too far gone by the pleasure as he started to whine nuzzling into the king's chest nipping at the fabric.

His senses were likely fried enough to let go, Pure Vanilla lifted his hand up, Shadow Milk seemed to notice, grasping at the hand then placing his cheek into the palm and nestling into it with a satisfied hum. How tempting Pure Vanilla grinned, lifting his love's face and placing a kiss, Shadow Milk eagerly returning it untill the king decided to separate.

Pure Vanilla wiped at the drool running down his love’s face, noticing tears slipping down Shadow Milk’s face as well, lapping at his fingers. He wondered if it was pleasure or if he truly knew what he was mourning. Whatever it was, he already knew his darling's answer, likely chirping how good he felt and asking for more. In the end, it wouldn’t matter after all, and it would be a lost cause to find an ego lost to this world. All that remained after all was his blissful darling Shadow Milk.

Pure Vanilla attempted to get up, and in turn Shadow Milk attempted to cling as if giving a desparete plea for the king to carry him. Pure Vanilla smiled as he was guided by the unspoken words, after all such a plea was impossible to deny. He assisted carrying around his lover, he wondered if Shadow Milk would be willing to accept food in this state.

Entering the hall he walked hearing satisfied purrs echo against the walls, Pure Vanilla hummed a tune. He wondered what he should make, today was a special day so perhaps cake would go well with it?

Pure Vanilla nodded, having his love cling to him like this would be a concern. He decided that it would be best to sit it out… however, it seemed that it would be hard to pick up a book given how loud the purrs are… It should be fine however, a book while he read in the garden should be fine, besides barely anyone entered the library. 

Pure Vanilla re-navigated his route, there was a ‘hidden’ entrance of sorts, no more than a back door, pushing the entrance open gently… as if there wasn’t already a sound louder than a door creek. He sighed as he acknowledged the purrs of pleasure from his blissed-out lover… the smell of lilies, he sighed. She was here; he would have thought it to be a coincidence however… it would be rude to deny her existence as he knew exactly what she would do in her free time.

It’s better not to interact at all, he picked up a book from a section he hasn’t read in a long time.

“So you are looking into the forbidden arts,” White Lily stared at the book in the king's hand.

It was almost unfair how staged this seemed. Why were the books about forbidden magic so close to the back entrance anyways? (He should have just paid more attention…)

Pure Vanilla placed the book down, “My bad I forgot that you were the one who set up the library.”

“There's no excuses here, don’t blame this on me.” She glared, not a good sign… he sighed.

Pure Vanilla picked up a less… incriminating book, it seems he made a mistake in navigation when noting newer books in the back,“My mistake, surely we can talk about this tommorow.”

White Lily paused, turning around, “...I know you’re wise enough to not make a foolish decision.”

“How dissapointing that’s your perception of me,” Pure Vanilla sighed audiably, “I already have everything I need, there's no reason for me to seek more.”

White Lily seemed to avert her eyes from looking into his gaze, turning around to walk away.

“Also it seem’s your going to be busy with some of decisions” Pure Vanilla paused, “despite my love’s suggestion it seems that you will remain guardian of the Silver Tree… if that matters to you.”

White Lily only seemed to walk away faster, muttering something under her breath the king could barely hear, “don’t make a mockery of my position-” despite forsaking yours , were likely the words he missed.

He watched her walk out as he sighed, he wasn’t intending to be harsh or something. He wanted to rub at his temple but his hand’s were full. He decided to leave the library, nothing of use here.

Pure Vanilla barely noticed it but it seemed like Shadow Milk's purrs had stopped after he encountered White Lily. He gave a silent apology giving his love a kiss on his cheek, and the purring resumed with renewed vigor as they exited the library… 

It seemed that his lover was keen on his own mood despite his state… fascinating. How adorable as it seemed Shadow Milk adjusted himself to kiss Pure Vanilla on the cheek, his throat enabling itself to make an audible coo, all before nuzzling into Pure Vanilla’s neck.

The king relaxed into the touch as he felt the tension from the previous encounter leave him. He wondered what her perception even was of him. It’s not like he did something wrong, after all, he’s read most of the books in that library… Speaking of anything else, she was pretty upset at him defanging Shadow Milk- there wasn’t anything he could see that could cause such tension. Her previous trust seemed to turn all to the bare minimum she would have for a comrade- no, even less… she saw him as a potential liability.

Slipping into the garden, Pure Vanilla spotted a place to rest in the sun, laying down as Shadow Milk shifted himself to only rest his head on the king. 

Pure Vanilla hummed shifting his staff as started reading the book he picked up; one of the newer ones Shadow Milk had already read through. Something about an obsessed captain hunt… something? He was never interested in novels however it would be nice to converse with Shadow Milk after reading it.

Feeling the sun on his skin as he adjusted his staff to read… he felt incredibly tired, after all he wasnt at a hundred percent from yesterday’s activities. He placed down the book as he caressed Shadow Milk’s head, relaxing to the sound of his lover's purrs. 

It seems that he was still asleep as he entered a dream?

Since there seemed to be no sources that could cause interference it seemed that he was… with his true Guiding Light. The other half of their wielder, an inner voice, or something like that, is what he heard his friends remark about their own lights.

What could it possibly tell him? Or guide him through today… no turmoil or hard decisions to have been made after all. 

… and yet he could hear weeping?

It certainly didn’t sound like what the Light of Truth would be marked as.

“Who are you?” He called out, yet the sobs continued. They seemed to have been filled with sorrow, their voice quivering. It was unmistakably his own voice, but that was to have been expected… maybe?

Then he heard it, words that emerged through the broken voice, “Mm…My bird… he lost his wings…” It continued to sob before continuing, “I didn’t mean to- I didn’t mean to… I didn’t know he would break his own wings. I thought the cage would protect him- I only trimmed a few feathers- I-I’m sorry- please forgive me.”

Pure Vanilla could almost imagine it, another version of himself holding a mangled bird, crying over it while the cage was abandoned by his side. Sobbing over a bird that…

.

.

.

Then he started laughing, it was too funny, he clutched at his sides in an attempt to stop. He continued giggling as he willed himself to stop, hiccups of laughter still escaping him as he took a few deep breaths. 

What a funny joke, why was there any reason to cry over a bird that broke his own wings?

Isn’t it obvious? Because it never wanted to fly again, if he broke his own wings when his feathers were clipped- then he never wanted to fly. What a funny question, all the answers were there and yet the imposter that used his voice refused to connect them.

“Ha… haha why are you crying over a bird that never wanted to fly?” Pure Vanilla attempted to prevent himself from laughing further.

“Because he was so beautiful when he flew… but now…” the voice sniffled, “now he doesn’t have anything…”

“The bird has you, yes?” Pure Vanilla hummed in amusement, “I’m sure he likes being cradled in your arms more than touching the sky.”

“My arms…?” the voice whispered, “but I’m holding so much-”

“Drop it, if you were crying over a bird so much then certainly it’s worth far more than anything else.” the king looked at his arms, “after all if your arms are only for the bird wouldn’t he be happy?”

“Happy?” the voice seemed to twist to amusement, “yes, that’s our truth isn’t it?”

Pure Vanilla noticed the voice seemed to match his cadence, if it was anything else perhaps it would have been disturbing… but, “he’s happy isn’t he? My blue bird.”

“Are you sure you wanted to mock him as he cried?” the Light of Truth rang, “it’s still you-”

“That’s not me.” Pure Vanilla swiftly interjected, it almost felt offensive, “ That piece never existed in the first place. But it’s a shame to see him go… my most gentle lie.”

“A lie?” the voice sang with false inquiry, “it was true before though? Or until we found the final piece to us, but isn’t our lie like yesterday?”

“Yesterday? Not in the face of eternity,” Pure Vanilla shook his head with a grin, “once that void was filled… I no longer need that lie, he’s only here in the attempt I realize was vain to grasp something that could fufill my emptiness. ”

“... What a beautiful truth,” The Light of Truth called out, “Our bluebird is the only thing that matters.”

“Shadow Milk is my world,” Pure Vanilla concluded, “he’s everything to me, the only truth I need.”

A beautiful truth indeed.

“Nilly?” Shadow Milk looked over Pure Vanilla, it seems his lover has given the king a spot on his lap, “Did you have a good dream, you’re smiling?”

“Haha, I’m just happy to see you,” the king responded with a kiss Shadow Milk eagerly reciprocating, seemingly pouting when they separated, “but my nap was fine, thank you for asking my love.”

“Ah… don’t start taking it for granted,” a flicker to a frown, looking at Pure Vanilla with such sad eyes “You seemed distressed until I placed your head on my lap… you were apologising-”

“What a strange ailment,” Pure Vanilla nodded before sitting up, “then would you like a reward, I'm sorry for worrying you.”

Shadow Milk nodded before returning to press their lips togther, a silent plea for the king to take control. So Pure Vanilla did, licking inside the other's mouth as it opened, he remembered when he thought his tongue might have been bleeding because of how sharp his love’s teeth were.

Just a glimpse and Shadow Milk was in utter bliss flush across his face so prominently it was as if his face reached a new shade. He started to hear the other purr with enthusiasm, finally separating as it seemed his love was satisfied. 

Pure Vanilla took the time to inspect the other, eyes blown wide open as he panted, a smile on his face as the words of utter joy remained unspoken. Only purrs of satisfaction filled his silence.

“Mn, Nilly~” Shadow Milk sighed with bliss, going in for a hug and nuzzling into the king's chest “Haha- I love you!”

Pure Vanilla laughed, patting his lover on the head, “I love you too my darling, now should we get going to eat.”

Shadow Milk nodded, noticing the book Pure Vanilla picked up, “ah! The book I told you about Nilly, did you like it?”

“I haven’t gotten to it yet,” Pure Vanilla frowned, as he stood up, “but, from your synopsis, it sounds fascinating.”

“Haha, of course, I’m well read Nilly!” Shadow Milk huffed walking beside the other holding hands, “I’m such a dutiful assistant of the kingdom who shall slave away giving his knowledge until he retires with his lover with such a boring role, civil servant turned king.” He stuck out his tongue.

“Haha, how funny,” Pure Vanilla smiled at the theatrics “What would my tired darling who’s given his life for the kingdom want to eat?”

“Hm?” Shadow Milk tilted his head, “Spaghetti? Some kind of pasta…”

Pure Vanilla nodded, “would you like some cake as well, I think it would make things better?”

“Did something good happen today,” Shadow Milk grinned, grasping onto the king's arm, “or did that nap put you in a good mood?”

“Hm, does it matter, after all, today is a good day to eat cake.” He wondered how Shadow Milk would react to the reason for the celebration…

“It is, isn't it…” Shadow Milk seemed to think, “Ah I remember last time when you first brought me here, we should have a picnic.”

“Of course, my darling.” Pure Vanilla noticed as his love seemed to hum a tune as the conversation ended.

The king inspected his love quietly as they walked to the kitchen, it seemed there were no visual changes… and barely any mental ones either, just a touch more affectionate than before. Just outwardly of course- he had some questions for later, Shadow Milk was undeniably perfect but of course it’s best to be cautious…

Especially with how fast the final fragments slipped through his fingers like sand… he wasn’t sure if that piece was shattered or if it was shifted. He was far too caught up in self-interest to decipher where it went, especially as it seemed his darling wanted to do most of the hard work. He sighed… no it definitely shattered.

What shattered? Pure Vanilla questioned as he opened the doors to the kitchen.

Shadow Milk seemed to look up at the king, “... uhm” he looked away, “do… do you mind if I help- I know I can’t cook but…”

“It’s fine, lets try this” Pure Vanilla offered with a smile, “you watch me for today, then tomorrow we can make it together, okay?”

Shadow Milk nodded at that, honestly while the king had gotten far better at cooking- he definitely wasn’t a qualified teacher… he remembered when his first kingdom began the chefs would often give pointers and attempt to teach him. As if they were trying to display the food's value, it was funny how it seemed like fate that he would use those skills now.

Pure Vanilla rolled up his sleeves to begin preparations, taking his mind off things as his body shifted to begin cooking, he spoke up with a question, “Hm, how are you feeling? Yesterday didn’t mix poorly with today’s healing, yes?”

“Huh? Of course, I’m doing great-” Shadow Milk looked at Pure Vanilla as if he was asking something absurd, “healing is always great… hm? Strange,” Shadow Milk touched his soul jam, “I… I feel satiated.”

“What do you mean by that,” Pure Vanilla inquired, “are you usually not?”

“I am” Shadow Milk seemed to try and find the best way to explain it, “but it always slips out afterwards… then I want more… but now it feels like I could go for a few weeks now- months even, but- but! Don’t think you can escape from your duties; I’m getting some of that magic no matter what!”

“Haha, what are you a vampire-” Pure Vanilla laughed as he paused himself from cooking, kissing Shadow Milk on his cheek.

“I am- so you should let me have some more hehe-” Shadow Milk hugged the other from behind, his tone turning to worry, “Now it’s my turn… What did you dream about.”

Pure Vanilla turned to boil the noodles, thinking before he thought of the answer, “...If a bird broke its own wings when their wings were already clipped- what would that mean?”

Then the presence behind him darkened as Shadow Milk’s grip grew tighter, “You don’t need to use silly allegories for me Nilly. Does it matter if the bird broke its wings or ripped them out if it refuses to fly.” he huffed grinning,  “either way that bird would do anything to be in your arms.”

“How fateful that he came to the same conclusion, mostly-” He laughed, “Haha- sorry, heh, haha- my heart is exclusively yours so it would take reality itself to not have my arms free… haha- sorry for laughing, fate is amusing, that is all.”

“Hm, is it really that humorous?”

“It is, for it to be no more than a reflection of my dream,” the king hummed, draining the noodles, using some leftover water for the sauce, “and for my love to have come to the same conclusion as me… It would feel no more than blessed.”

“Hm, it’s no coincidence, this is no more than what’s been crafted,” Shadow Milk hummed, “... our…” our cage. Pure Vanilla hummed, but is it really a cage without walls- “ah are you done? It looks delicious!”

“Hm, not yet, but I probably don’t have time to make a cake, you don’t mind if I take it from elsewhere, right?”

His love shook his head, “anything you want to eat is delicious anyway. Then where should we eat for our picnic?”

“Anywhere you want my love, but perhaps near the fountain? You should go ahead,” Pure Vanilla packed up the pasta, “I’ll start packing up some cakes.”

Shadow Milk looked wary for a second, as if remembering the previous encounter before looking puzzled then nodding, then taking the packed noodles, “Of course, but- if you’re late you won't get anything from me~”

Pure Vanilla watched as Shadow Milk left, the king sighing as he sought out the pre-baked goods. How disappointing he didn’t plan for this sooner… but at the same time it was pleasant that the results came sooner than expected.

… It seems there was a piece that slipped away, one he decided was fine to leave it to its own machinations, how it rose as possessiveness. Of course, he wasn’t sure if this was actually the case or if the ‘healing’ was working as he intended it to. After all, it’s a method of brute force derived from an actual spell, if dark magic can corrupt then…

Well, it’s basically no more than a prediction that turned out right, and if he were to actually experiment to search its inner workings then he would have a very angry tree guardian. Whom dislikes any method of the forbidden arts and promise breakers… and Pure Vanilla was neither of course. He rubbed at his temple thinking about White Lily… today's concerns are for tomorrow.

Pure Vanilla found a few extra slices of cake in a storage container… he looked at it, no note other than the date. It seems there was no claim to them so it was free to take, probably. However, he hoped Shadow Milk wouldn’t mind the mostly palatable cake as he moved a few slices to a container he would bring. Before putting it back, he hoped three slices would suffice for his darling.

Pure Vanilla tucked the container in his arm, walking out into the hall with haste. Spotting Shadow Milk on the bench, sitting down next to him- catching the container as he almost drops it…

“Pft-” Shadow Milk quickly looked away, “Nope- didn’t see a thing- nothing at all!”

Pure Vanilla only sighed as he opened up the box of pasta, taking a bite before offering it to Shadow Milk, his dearest still seemed to be giggling over his slip up after taking a bite. It was endearing that Shadow Milk thought the king would care about that part of his grace.

“Mm, Nilly tell me what food do you like?” Shadow Milk said in between bites, “Just to sate my curiosity.”

Pure Vanilla took a bite, “Burgers? Breads in general mostly…” he hummed, “I mostly noticed that you seemed to be in a good mood after eating pasta and cakes, but you should enlighten me to anything else.”

“That’s the same thing I ate when…?” He turned his head to the side in a questioning manner, “It’s odd, I feel like I’ve forgotten my first few weeks here entirely… up until we slept in the same bed together… But so you know in the future I'm neutral towards most things… Those two are my favorites- nothing else. But don’t think that means I want it every day- that’s cheating and while I could eat pasta every day of my life…” he seemed to frown as if he was reminded of a bad time, then he seemed puzzled as he forgot it.

“Haha, I see,” Pure Vanilla smiled, scooping up the last bite of pasta watching as Shadow Milk licked at the fork, “... tell me what do you remember, if it’s not uncomfortable.”

“Ah, my turn real quick,” Shadow Milk opened the boxes of cakes before turning to feed it to the king, “my memories huh, well most things are incredibly hazy, names, faces… I can't remember a thing. I'm not saying things need to be crystal clear, but it’s like if someone told me their past kinda, vague and impersonal… feels funny.”

Pure Vanilla processed the information, it seems these were the final effects of the ‘healing.’

Shadow Milk continued taking a bite before feeding it to Pure Vanilla, “Just so you know we’re connected so… you don’t have to give me vague questions, I know the intent of everything now… Just between us, we’re open books for each other haha~”

Pure Vanilla nodded, while the connection between their soul jams was strong it seemed Shadow Milk was able to more easily decipher fluctuations in it… all Pure Vanilla was able to see was the crippling loneliness was now filled by a warm affection for the king. 

Shadow Milk continued in the king’s silence, “You know I wonder if someone would mistake me for you haha because we’re so connected that my presence would cause confusion!”

“I doubt it,” Pure Vanilla’s mind twisted out a new thought as he took a bite, “but I doubt there would even be a case where you’re not by my side.”

Shadow Milk paused before finishing the rest of the cake, licking up the icing, “That’s a thought I’m looking forward to, then what else do you have in your noggin.”

Pure Vanilla looked to his side- Black Raisin it seemed, yet his love leaned in and licked at some leftover frosting on his face. 

She seemed to give a sign no more than pointing at the council room leaving when acknowledged with a nod from the king. Giving a face of disappointment hinted with minor disgust at the blatant display of affection. Perhaps he should write several letters in advance to apologize. Because this won’t be a one-time display to her unamusement. 

Pure Vanilla turned his attention back to Shadow Milk who also seemed to notice the sign. “Nilly, are you ready to leave then?”

The king wiped at the corners of his darling's mouth before he shook his head, “We should have some spare time,” he licked at his fingers, “after all we it’s ill advised to get up so quickly after a meal.”

Shadow Milk agreed with a nod, “Then, is there anything you want to talk about.”

“...Hm,” Pure Vanilla thought, as he packed up the empty containers, before holding Shadow Milk in his arms, “ You know my heart is yours then right? ”

A smile, “ I know. ”

Chapter Text

Pure Vanilla sat on his council seat with a sigh, Shadow Milk taking a seat on his lap in the absence of the rest of his friends. It seems that despite their tardiness they were still the first to arrive. Perhaps Black Raisin got the message early…

Shadow Milk seemed to be partially distracted, toying with Pure Vanilla’s hair humming one of the tunes Pure Vanilla commonly hummed. How cute, the king wrapped his arms around the other before he turned up with a question.

“This meeting will be the same as before, how do you feel about it?” Pure Vanilla looked at his lover’s expression, absolutely unphased… he seemed to contemplate the answer before rubbing into the king's chest with a purr.

“Ah… answer” Shadow Milk seemed to have forgotten before continuing, “dunno them, don’t care about em’ I respect Hollyberry’s decision, but I doubt it will pass off as that civil, either way, they’re going to fall to whatever destination awaits.”

“If you don’t mind me asking what do you think about the beasts-”

Shadow Milk shook his head, “You don’t need to tiptoe around it- I’m not sensitive… it's just that my memories are hazy nearing nonexistent, and when I recall them they’re impersonal, as I said…” his love shoved his head into the other's chest continuing with a muffled voice, “how can I have an opinion on someone that doesn’t exist… those that” those that abandoned me.  

Pure Vanilla frowned at the unspoken words, after all that pain and fear was a core part of his love, “Then I take it that you won’t have any objections?”

“... Unless they want to bring them here- unless we meet through other means… I won’t see those whom abandoned me, never” his love grits his teeth, “never, not even if they bow down and beg, even if I don’t remember it… the fact that I know I suffered from them is enough, I don’t even want to remember them.”

“Would you like to sit out then if it makes you uncomfortable… my advisor’-” Pure Vanilla attempted to choose his words carefully yet Shadow Milk clutched onto him shaking his head with fervor.

“The only thing you’ll be talking about is names and present events…” Shadow Milk purred as if to appeal to the king, “I’m not letting go- nuh, uh, Nilly unless this is a scheme…” His voice became lighter to joke with the other.

“Of course not,” Pure Vanilla wrapped his arms around his love, “it's all your decision.”

Shadow Milk sighed as he stood up hugging the king from behind, “We both know the result of that question, and I’m not letting go, nuh-uh not at all so if you get tired of me- you won’t but humor me, I will still be attached to your side haha~”

“Haha, how cute, I reckon it would be the other way around though” Pure Vanilla returned the promise, “after all I’m the one who tied us together.”

“That’s cheating you can’t reverse my words like that- injustice!” Shadow Milk huffed, “I’ll beat you next time-”

A door opened wide, it seemed that Golden Cheese stepped in, she seemed to be in good health after the events of last night flying with little to no difficulty through the door into her seat.

“Well, aren’t you going to welcome your radiant goddess-?” Gold Cheese spoke up at the same time the king did.

“Welcome back my friend-”

“Ah,” Golden Cheese spoke up after a brief silence, “No worries, it seems that I was too early ha ha!”

“Quick as always Golden Cheese… speaking about that, where's Smoked Cheese?” Pure Vanilla cocked his head as he noticed Shadow Milk followed, still resting on his shoulder.

“Got carried away now he’s dead as a doorknob- can’t handle anything that’s thrown at him I tell you… but he does make a fine tactician I suppose,” she looked away, “now that I think about it everyone’s probably told you their decisions.”

“...That is true, well, I mean mostly everyone, but you can tell me during the meeting if you don’t want to repeat yourself.” Pure Vanilla looked away, “but I don’t mind gaining insight…”

“Ha ha, I could repeat myself a thousand times with my wonderful voice so long as everyone is listening!” Golden Cheese spoke up with a proud smile, “Also I do hope your lover doesn’t mind.”

The king answered for Shadow Milk, “Not at all, especially as I doubt you have much good to say about him after all.”

“Huh, so he’s not a fan of that Burning Brute either,” Golden Cheese nodded with a pensive face, she must have gotten wise over all of those years… how- “Then I must say I can’t let White Lily have all of the burden lie on her shoulders, I have no doubts I can take him by myself, besides that… Hm, I have a strange feeling Dark Cacao will ask you for assistance for his subjugation today.”

“So it seems we won’t be sealing Burning Spice… I’ll keep that in mind, as for Dark Cacao should he require my assistance then it should be of no difficulty haha.”

“What were you talking about?” a voice seemed to appear from nowhere.

“Ah Dark Cacao- we were just predicting what would happen in the meeting,” Golden Cheese looked at the surprisingly sneaky new arrival, Crunchy Chip standing firmly behind him.

Pure Vanilla tilted his head to his lover, Shadow Milk leaned down to whisper, “Yeah those two kinda snuck in while you were talking… if you're attempting to inquire my thoughts- I think I may remain completely unbiased. I’ll let you know if I change my mind.” 

Pure Vanilla nodded as he watched Golden Cheese and Dark Cacao talk it seemed the queen was boasting how she was second in the drinking contest. The king watched the two in amusement as they bickered.

“Please do not spread that kind of misinformation about me, Golden Cheese,” Dark Cacao sighed deeply with a regretful expression on his face, “I have not ‘grown old’ because I’m not drinking as much as I used to.”

“Bah! Even your lies have grown older with age, never have I seen you drink that little- It’s less than half then what you had before and you still have a massive headache? Give me a break,” Golden Cheese teased with a shrug, “At least you make me feel my ever-radiant youth when I look at you… Old… Man- HAHA-”

Dark Cacao seemed to take the loss burying his head in his hands as Golden Cheese continued to laugh with joy. Crunchy Chip glanced toward his leader with worry, cautiously placing a hand on Dark Cacao’s back and giving a pat. Pure Vanilla placed a hand on his mouth hiding his smile at Dark Cacao’s unusual sulking.

The door swung open as their last two participants arrived with Wildberry and Silverbell in tow.

“Ah, Hollyberry- and White Lily good to see you after last night,” Dark Cacao spoke up.

Hollyberry looked up with a laugh as she sat in her seat, “And it’s great seeing all of you too! I can’t wait for next time haha!”

White Lily looked away with a frown, before shifting herself away from Pure Vanilla’s gaze. Pure Vanilla leaned back into Shadow Milk as he rubbed at his temples, watching as everyone seemed to quiet as the air became still. Shifting to something serious as they waited for the announcement of when the discussion would begin.

“Thank you for your patience,” Pure Vanilla spoke, resting his head in his hand as he moved to lean on the table, Shadow Milk letting go standing behind him, “any decisions or questions please state them now.”

Hollyberry seemed to speak up first, “Ahem! If no one minds if I start, when it comes to Eternal Sugar, I will give her the choice to wherever she wishes to lie.”

Everyone seemed to take it in with understanding, from what it looks like Hollyberry probably told everyone her decision in private beforehand. After all, she was practically the best at keeping everyone on the same page when it came to these decisions.

“... I will be the next to state my decision,” Dark Cacao looked up, seemingly unphased, “I will choose to seal Mystic Flour- however if she chooses to pose no further harm to Earthbread then I may want to start peaceful negotiations…”

Pure Vanilla’s eyes widened, it was almost strange to see that Dark Cacao would make this change- no offense to that, however, to give his beast that grace… It was honestly quite amusing, but it seems like Shadow Milk was anything but satisfied with that answer. His face held back from looking unpleasant, his love didn’t want to see her, that was for certain.

Pure Vanilla reached out an arm as he grasped his darling's hand locking fingers. Shadow Milk seemed to soften at the comfort, the message was clear. Anyone you don’t wasn’t welcome, will not come. Thus his love seemed to be at ease, nodding in agreement to the silent comfort..

“... And Pure Vanilla” the king looked at his friend, “should anything peaceful come from this I would like to request your assistance, making amiable resolutions has always been your strong suit.”

Pure Vanilla looked up at Dark Cacao, everyone seemed surprised how his aura dampened with slight darkness, “I understand your cause, my friend, however, I’m not certain what you would mean by that,” he forced a smile, pulling Shadow Milk to his side, “if by any means you mean a connection like ours I would strongly suggest looking elsewhere.” He coughed as his grip loosened Shadow Milk stepped aside, “If you seek no more than a civil contract then I shall follow you to your location to lend my assistance.”

“Ah, Mystic Flour and I don’t share that connection, I didn’t intend to create that misunderstanding,” Dark Cacao shook his head, regal as ever, “but I am glad to gain your support for a peaceful resolution should you assist.”

Pure Vanilla took a glance towards his lover, Shadow Milk shrugged, he was indifferent to this decision, “Then it is decided, I shall assist your mission.”

Dark Cacao merely responded with a nod and a smile, looking as if he knew he was making the best decision. Crunchy Chip stood firmly behind his leader as if he took pride in Dark Cacao’s decision, Pure Vanilla didn’t want to drift into speculation, but it seemed as if he had assisted in this decision.

“Then… I’m going to speak up next,” White Lily looked up, glancing at Golden Cheese, “I’m sure my speculations are right, but Golden Cheese you may interrupt me if I am mistaken… When it comes to the beast expeditions Dark Cacao, and Hollyberry, I would like a discussion on who would like to go first for my assistance. As for my own decision, I will choose to seal away Silent Salt, as my role as the new guardian of the seal, rest assured the beasts will easily be taken to their place.”

Golden Cheese looked away, “Well I could have at least had my turn to speak up before you said my side to everyone else- Anyways, yes, my power will fell Burning Spice with little to no difficulty after all, I believe this result will be best for my kingdom. I cannot trust those who dared to harm my treasures to be spared of any consequence.”

White Lily frowned looking away, ah Dark Enchantress yes, he wondered if the jab was unintentional. Unlikely, of course, but it was amusing to Pure Vanilla… he probably shouldn’t make light of something like that… especially an ally’s turmoil… he smiled after all he was able to keep things to himself. 

Shadow Milk poked Pure Vanilla’s cheek as if to inquire why the king seemed to be so amused. Leaning down so Pure Vanilla could whisper to him, and the King provided to his curious lover, “It’s no more than amusement in another’s words that could be incidentally mistaken as torment, my love.”

His lover nodded, leaning back as the king returned his attention to the meeting.

Silverbell seemed to be speaking of the Silver Tree, being still capable of holding the beasts, “... ah- I’m sure White Lily will be capable of keeping the tree in a secure state, and she’s able to easily fend off any tampering, it was just that Dark Enchantress put the seal in such a bind in her absence. But as our guardian, she was able to repair the seal initially with ease, should no outside forces come to harm us there should never be a problem again.”

Pure Vanilla rubbed his temple as he seemed to tune out of the conversation, to more than informational updates so everyone is on the same page. Hollyberry would go first- something about the tree again… at least today's meeting seemed to make most of the decisions… It seems everyone wants to pack up by tomorrow and leave. 

He was strangely relieved by that thought, but there wouldn’t be any more… eyes watching him as if he was a thing to be cautious about would be nice.

“... Pure Vanilla- ah it seems your back,” Dark Cacao managed to grab Pure Vanilla’s attention, “I wanted to ask if two weeks from here is good, unless plans change with Hollyberry.”

“Yes, just fine.” The king managed a grin, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen your kingdom hasn’t it?”

“Yes indeed,” Dark Cacao nodded with a smile, fond nostalgia seemed to gloss over, “then, I’ll request some of my men to pick you up on the day of your arrival.”

Pure Vanilla glanced at Shadow Milk who seemed entirely out of the conversation, the king turned his attention back to the conversation, “Then I’ll look forward to it.”

There was a moment of silence before Hollyberry spoke up, “Well it seem’s I’m submitting my call, I think we’ve concluded everything.”

Pure Vanilla agreed with a nod, “Is there any objections to that, if not then I will assume the council meetings will be officially closed, and If you’re leaving tomorrow I’ll do my best to send you off.”

No one seemed to object as Dark Cacao stood up, “Then I will be off, if anyone needs anything before my leave tomorrow morning, then I’ll welcome any of you to talk.” he walked out of the room with Crunchy Chip trailing behind him. 

“Well then Wildberry would you like to say anything before we leave,” Hollyberry seemed to stand up right after, looking at her companion.

Only silence followed with a shake of the head.

“Then that concludes it!” Hollyberry nodded with a laugh, “Haha, well then, if you need anything, the same as Dark Cacao, it seems things will be quite busy so just until this morning then! But, maybe in the afternoon, after all, I’ll be waiting for you, White Lily.”

Hollyberry exited with a wave, Wildberry close behind.

“White Lily, if you don’t mind, I want to speak in private with Pure Vanilla for a brief second,” Golden Cheese spoke up, “ah if you don’t mind as well Pure Vanilla.”

White Lily seemed to quickly exit the room Silverbell gliding after her, it seemed that he gave Shadow Milk a wave as well. Pure Vanilla looked back, Shadow Milk seemed to acknowledge it with a nod watching as the door closed with a click.

“Then I was right on the gold wasn’t I?” Golden Cheese smiled with pride, “Dark Cacao would be asking for your help, now- give me some credit!”

“Of course, I’m surprised you were able to predict that,” Pure Vanilla accommodated her, congratulating her intuition with a smile.

“I’m just good at hearing things, that's all!” Golden Cheese shifted her eyes to Shadow Milk, “then it seems that you’re both in a good mood, ahem despite your spacing out. Tell me anything good that happened today? No offense but,” She pointed at Shadow Milk, “your lover used to have this aura on him- just sad? Something of the sort.”

Shadow Milk shook his head as he spoke up, “It’s no more than a trick of the mind… Golden Cheese, you were just seeing me in my moments of turmoil.”

“Haha! Of course, let’s just say you got it all out of your system with yesterday’s alcohol,” She perked up with a new smile, “Now Pure Vanilla I didn’t know you could growl! At Hollyberry no less, like a hound guarding its food. It seems that even you have things you’re greedy over- well someone.”

Pure Vanilla looked up-

“Before you start speaking at all, yes I was watching and yes I will in fact validate you by casting my gaze over the possesive marks you’ve placed on your lover. ” Golden Cheese pointed out, as Pure Vanilla glanced away, “Now, now, humor me, what happened at Beast Yeast, I just wanted to inquire what sparked your desire, Pure Vanilla?”

“Ah… how forward Golden Cheese, I’ll try my best to simplify things then,” The king leaned his head back to think, “for a long time there was something that I couldn’t supply a loneliness that couldn’t be sated. During that time our soul jams became one, and it felt as if I was whole… Is that satisfactory?”

Golden Cheese clicked her tongue, leaning further into her seat, “Once more- with feeling,” she snapped her fingers, “you could supply the story as much as you want- but a story contains more- where’s that emotion now?”

Pure Vanilla tried to decipher exactly what she meant before attempting to answer, “I’m not sure what you mean by that, but all I can say is that right now… I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.”

Golden Cheese stood up, “Yes that! For your lover as well, now, I want your feelings as well.”

Shadow Milk tilted his head, “My feelings?” He saw his lover smile fondly as if he had all the joy in the world, “it feels like my entire life has been so I can be here to stand by Pure Vanilla’s side, Nilly has made me the happiest in all of Earthbread after all.”

“Then, I’ll be off now,” she smiled satisfied, “it’s good both of you seem to be so enamoured with eachother, I’ll be setting off… perhaps next afternoon when Smoked Cheese is fully recovered.” She glanced at the marks on Shadow Milk’s neck, “then don’t get too carried away tonight so you can see me off haha!.”

He watched as Golden cheese left with grace, gliding away as she pushed open the doors.Pure Vanilla turned towards his love, it seemed he was painted with an adorable flush as he looked down hands clenching his robes as he touched his neck with a fondness, yet with such embarrassment… cute, adorable even , Pure Vanilla was tempted to, ahem.

He stood up from the seat and the king embraced his lover with a warm hug, his darling melting into it with a purr.

“My love, how are you feeling now, ” Pure Vanilla said, “Nothing stressed you out, yes? I’m just concerned because you didn’t seem to speak much during the meeting.”

Shadow Milk purred in contentment wrapping his arms around Pure Vanilla before pausing, “Mm, good just things need to settle… need a break soon, I feel like a second vessel with how the magic is being stored…”

“Ah, I should have asked for you to recover then apologies my love.” Pure Vanilla grinned, before asking his new question, “are you able to give me insight on how it feels, I'm curious as I can ever so slightly feel the Light of Truth resonating within you?”

Shadow Milk purred in enjoyment letting himself revel in the feeling of how he felt so full before he described it. Voicing everything he felt inside, “Feels like healing from my Nilly” he smiled, “less, but constant, so warm inside… all the time, ah-”

Pure Vanilla touched Shadow Milk filling him with more as he felt it quickly overflow- still full from before, his skin flares up and his brain melted. Pure Vanilla spoke up with a slight tease in his voice, “And what does this feel like?”

“Ah- it’s good, so good,” he cried, “...mm- my mind ah- it’s going hazy… I want more- more… but I want it to stop overflowing… mn I want it all.”

Pure Vanilla pulled his hand away as the other continued to pant, wrapping his arms around the other in their embrace, “... cute.”

Shadow Milk tried to use his voice in a vain attempt through his purrs, and all that came out were strained whines. His face flushed with warmth as he finally caught his breath from the sudden shock of healing. 

A thought came to Shadow Milk in his haze, he vaguely remembered it… almost, pulling up the information with force as he attempted to ignore how drool was dripping down his chin. Experiments of those whom attempted to borrow used soul jam’s power, using magical vessels, slowly acclimating them until they accepted it, sometimes living beings would be used… painful the logs would say… but he knows the people of this era were successful in his lover's memory. Not with the living ones… but how could he be in such bliss - his mind fogged out as he reveled in every ounce of magic he felt inside of him. 

Pure Vanilla began to speak Shadow Milk could almost feel the amusement he had, the magic contained within him twisting as it resonated with the hero’s emotions, “Sorry, I just meant to tease you my love, I got carried away, you’re too adorable.”

Shadow Milk barely registered the words as he continued what he was tasked with when he regained his voice “... feels bliss- good inside. But… inside- magic matches with you when you see…” his mind blanked out on the name, “her, inside- connects-” he tried to be more clear, “the magic inside gets agitated as well… but right now I feel good, Nilly… you’re happy right now, am I right.”

“Haha, you're right, it seems you recovered fast too,” Pure Vanilla cooed, shifting his arms to pick Shadow Milk up, “what a fascinating way you're connected to me, now tell me do you feel any different?”

Shadow Milk looked up, before shifting his head in his lover's neck resting with a yawn as he was carried out of the room, “I look different… I think? I don’t remember much.” 

He tried to recall anything his mind would supply him, all he remembers about his appearance is back when he used to dress after he fell- extravagant maybe? He’s happy. That is all, and that’s all he needs to be, something agreed.

Shadow Milk hummed thinking, “I think a lot has changed but I’m only drawing blanks… huh, for some reason I could tell you about when I was the fount of knowledge before… sorry it’s hard for me to remember.”

“It is isn’t it,” Pure Vanilla agreed the hero seemed to be elated at that, “but it’s fine isn’t it? All you need is me. ”

Shadow Milk’s cheeks flushed as he purred, something burned inside him as he tightened his arms around the other chirping, “Yes mine-” Pure Vanilla could own every single part of him then he could have it all back in return, “because I’ve been so good haven’t I?”

“You’re always good, and you’re mine too aren’t you?” Pure Vanilla agreed. Shadow Milk could feel the other's elation when he nodded in response.

“I was always Nilly’s even if you didn’t exist back then, I was made for you.” He sighed with sadness, “I wish… I wish you were there when I… huh?”

“Before you fell into becoming a beast, yes?” Pure Vanilla provided, that was it wasn’t it, even if he doesn’t remember it nor feel it he was in so much pain and loneliness wasn’t he?

“Yes!” Shadow Milk nodded, “I remember now, if we would have met earlier, then my beliefs wouldn’t have crumbled… I could have been in your arms for so much longer.”

A door opened as Pure Vanilla placed Shadow Milk on their bed, “now, let’s not weep over lost time, we’re here now and we have an eternity together from now on.”

Shadow Milk tilted his head, as he looked outside, it seems it has long since been dark, clenching the bedsheets, “are we sleeping early, is it because of tommorow?”

“A keen observation my darling, today we will rest early ,” the hero grinned, “say our heartfelt farewells to my friends, then… after that we will have a few weeks to ourselves… without some annoying prying eyes.”

“... What’s your relationship with her now,” Shadow Milk noticed that Pure Vanilla seemed to get more and more hostile with her, he wasn’t sure of her name… But he could hazily feel the ebbs of irritation and anger, “Just for my curiosity.”

“Bad.” Pure Vanilla seemed to want to finish there, but he chose to elaborate, disrobing himself as he talked, “I don’t appreciate being considered a threat, and even if it wasn’t said aloud we aren’t friends, apparently we’re ‘allies’ now. But that's just a thinly veiled word for ‘not enemies,’ but so long as she doesn’t make herself a problem, I could care less about her. But she’s honestly the least of my worries… just annoying.”

Shadow Milk noticed as he attempted to keep the subject's name off his tongue, as if he would throw up if he had even mentioned her name. It’s probably best to stop inquiring about it- but Shadow Milk wanted to try his best to be a good lover and so- “Then, I’m here if you ever want to talk about it.”

Pure Vanilla slipped into the covers with Shadow Milk with a gentle smile, “I think I’ve already talked my heart out about it, so let me hear your irritations instead.”

Shadow Milk looked away, “I didn’t like that you wanted me to wait for you during lunch, and when you leave at night when you talk to others, and that you didn’t want me to attend the meeting that day, and whenever you make a question that portrays me as not wanting to be around-”

“Ah,” Pure Vanilla held a guilty smile before attempting to persuade Shadow Milk with a kiss, “I mean anything other than some of the inconveniences you’ve told me about… I’m sorry, please forgive me.” Shadow Milk flushed as he was given the biggest, most apologetic eyes begging for his sympathy.

“A-ah, you're forgiven,” Shadow Milk pouted looking away, Pure Vanilla diving in with joy to give another kiss beaming with a smile. He continued to speak with a smile from the recent attention yet it twisted to a frown, “Sometimes I don’t like the way others look at me with pity… not like Hollyberry's, but like I’m being pitied for being with you… But I’m at my best when I’m with you so I hate it- I hate being looked at that way by her- if anyone finds out about us it feels like they’ll never understand .” Shadow Milk grits his teeth, “I hate it.”

“That’s the pain of it all isn’t it,” Pure Vanilla seemed to echo his thoughts, his eyes with a kind of empathy only he had the same pain didn’t he, “ I will be the only one who understands aren’t I? ”

“The only one who understands…” Shadow Milk hummed in agreement pulling the hero into an embrace, “It has a nice ring to it, I’m glad to have you, even if I had to wait years to be blessed with your presence, good night Nilly.”

Pure Vanilla snuggled in with his lover, “And I’m glad that I have you by my side as well, sweet dreams my love.”

Shadow Milk closed his eyes as he let his thoughts drift, not loosening his grip for a second. Even if he didn’t remember all of the suffering he’d gone through, Pure Vanilla was worth it all, wasn’t he? A promised eternity with the only counterpart that has given him so much bliss that has blown out the suffering he’s endured. The elation to have something that will never leave, something that’s his, someone that will never abandon him, the only one to understand him. 

Chapter Text

Pure Vanilla woke up early this morning, looking at the spot beside him, his beautiful love beside him. Pure Vanilla decided to give a peck on the cheek to his muse, Shadow Milk looking up hazily, blinking at Pure Vanilla in his tired state face scrunched in irritation from being awoken, seems it was too early today.

“Sorry my love, did I wake you?” Pure Vanilla mused grinning with a hum, “You can go back to sleep-”

With a firm grasp on his shirt, Shadow Milk seemed both unwilling to wake up and unwilling to let the king out. Just giving a sleepy grunt as he whined to try and pull Pure Vanilla back in. 

“How adorable my love,” Pure Vanilla sighed with a smile, “but as I said- we have to wake up early today, Dark Cacao and Hollyberry are going to leave early today. It’s best to be polite and say goodbye… please.”

“Mm-kay” Shadow Milk sleepily nodded, “take… take me with you.”

“Hmm, then do you want me to help you get ready?” Pure Vanilla brushed through his beloved’s hair. 

A nod with a tired whine, leaving the king to set a kiss on his beloved’s temple, setting a hand on the arms wrapped around him, as he relented his grasp.

“Now, then let me get ready first.” Pure Vanilla started grasping for a fresh robe, placing it onto himself smoothing out the fabric. Adjusting his soul jam to sit just right, hand brushing over it as it glowed in response… how strange it almost feels different.

A thought for another day as he brushed out his hair, but it was interesting how it seemed to glow an ever so slightly different hue. So bright… so it was of no disturbance.

A polite hum as he grabbed his staff and inspected himself in the mirror, yes, this seemed proper enough to send his friends off. 

He let off a pleased hum knowing he would be alone with his love, no more interferences, no matter how much Pure Vanilla appreciated them around. 

His hum twisted to something of strained excitement knowing his duties would soon loosen. 

Back to bland meetings, in between them he could display Shadow Milk, as attendees could do nothing but watch- Those currently attending these past few days were in essence the only ones that could oppose after all. He sighed, adjusting his staff as he looked at his face in the mirror… off.

He couldn’t place a finger on it just foreign enough for him to not have noticed it before, but every detail was a little less gentle. He couldn’t properly note what had changed, after all, everything was the same. He offered the reflection a smile… that was it wasn’t it? Ever so slightly it was empty. He attempted to mimic how he remembers what it used to look like-

“Nilly, are you ready?” A voice sounded from the bed, the king looked in the reflection behind him- Shadow Milk sat on the bed adorably tired as he yawned, in a crumpled robe as his hair was frizzed in a form that was frizzed so cute, ah his darling was too adorable-

And Pure Vanilla realized the expression he was making in the mirror, something far too predatory as his attention was on Shadow Milk… If he looked like that every day- he blushed looking away from his reflection pulling away, as he set his staff down. Rubbing at his face as he walked to the bed with a brush “Yes my love, now would you like the same braid as usual?”

Shadow Milk seemed to wait until Pure Vanilla sat on the bed, before he placed himself on the king’s lap. “I want it like usual,” he hummed a light blush on his face, his lover was far too cute- “A-and… I’m not awake enough to be walking…”

“Oh? And what does my dearest want me to do?” Pure Vanilla brushed through hair, the locks felt as soft as the sheep in his childhood, Shadow Milk seemed to droop with drowsiness with every passing second.

“Ah… I can’t float anymore… ” A yawn, “and walking around is still foreign to me,” He started to see as his lover once again drifted off, chest raising with each breath as he leaned on Pure Vanilla for support. Purring quickly began as Shadow Milk resumed his sleep, Pure Vanilla deftly stranding hair together.

As he tied it together Shadow Milk seemed to still be dead asleep, drool dripping down his chin as his head lulled back when Pure Vanilla shifted, the king sighed as he smoothed out his lover’s robe. Shadow Milk was barely presentable… however, Dark Cacao was likely going to leave by this time.

Pure Vanilla smiled, brushing Shadow Milk’s bangs before picking him up, the king taking his staff with him as he entered the hall, closing his room with a click.

Through the window, it seemed that there were still things being packed up, tents mostly deconstructed, but not entirely packed and ready to leave yet. Dark Cacao would still likely be there, no reason to be concerned… Pure Vanilla wondered how Dark Cacao would react if he didn’t send him off like usual, despite his silly fears it was entirely possible Shadow Milk wouldn’t have let him out of his bed.

He sighed with a smile as he carried his beloved through the halls, as he walked carrying his beloved in his arms, walking through the halls. Soft purrs echo as Shadow Milk displayed his unconscious contentment.

Opening the door to Dark Cacao’s settlement it seemed as if packing up was going smoothly, a presence walking to stand beside him, “I wasn’t expecting you would bring your lover in tow for a simple tradition.”

“I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to leave the bed should I have not brought him,” Pure Vanilla chuckled, adjusting as Shadow Milk shifted, seemingly quieting his purrs to make way for their conversation, “Haha, it’s of no concern I hope… unless you would like me to perform as usual- I’m afraid I will no longer be available for those occasions.”

“... A fresh love it seems,” Dark Cacao nodded, “It’s a shame it had to come at a time like this one. But we can only ask for so much can’t we?”

“It’s better now than never,” Pure Vanilla mused, “the most we can do is force fate's hand to be kinder,” the king noticed preparations have seemed to finish swiftly, “then I wish you the best on our next expedition, may you seek what you're looking for with Mystic Flour.”

“What a strange choice of words,” Dark Cacao hummed, “while I cannot force Mystic Flour’s decision, I will try my best to make things go smoothly. Then, thank you for allowing me this time to speak, next time we meet I’ll try my best to accommodate you two.”

“Ah, it was a pleasure meeting you this morning as well,” Pure Vanilla answered as Shadow Milk seemed to shift out of his arms, placing himself down and rubbing his eyes, “also may I inquire what you meant by accommodate-”

“- Mmm, I remember, ah, good morning” Shadow Milk spoke up, smoothing out his robes lazily, “Mystic Flour… She's fond of a certain Haetae, mentioning them should make things go easier. Also, I wish you safe travels on your trip back.”

“Shadow Milk…” Dark Cacao nodded, “Then I’ll keep that in mind, thank you. Pure Vanilla, I’m sure you don’t mind negotiating accommodations later.”

Pure Vanilla waved as Shadow Milk returned to yawning, watching as Dark Cacao seemed to walk to a very impatient Crunchy Chip, attempting vainly to hide his impatience. Having such an eager attendant that was easy to read must be nice for his friend, watching Crunchy Chip attempting to restrain his exaggerated movements was easily an amusing sight. 

He observed for a little longer, after the passage of many years, it seemed that Dark Cacao openly smiled at his subordinate’s movements with a fondness. Huh, he would have never imagined seeing that expression on his face. After all, everyone changes with time, even if he wasn’t able to watch the years pass by himself - he swallowed, change is good after all.

As he frowned- he felt something tug on his robe, he turned to Shadow Milk, still rubbing at his lidded eyes, “Nilly, let’s leave now, shouldn’t meet Hollyberry?”

“Ah, of course, my love,” Pure Vanilla looked down with a smile, his love was far too cute in expressing his concern, “would you like me to pick you up?”

With a nod as Shadow Milk allowed himself to be lifted into the king’s arms, Pure Vanilla wondered why his lover was so light. Pure Vanilla was sure he was eating well, perhaps he was just like that? Carrying others was of no difficulty of course- but Shadow Milk was lighter than a feather, as if he could float away should he become any lighter.

Perhaps that’s why floating around all the time didn’t create much strain he mused. He wondered if he should offer what he’s sealed away back.

Pure Vanilla turned his attention to meeting Hollyberry, finding her shouldn’t be too hard as she typically prepared to leave only after Dark Cacao left… Perhaps he should have met up with her first. Such a shame she was leaving with White Lily, he frowned, acting amiably with her was… a tough task. Especially in a space where he was expected to, ah not let appearances slip.

“What’s the matter Nilly?” Shadow Milk tilted his head, it was fascinating how sensitive his darling seemed to be aware of the king's mood, “you seem to be upset?”

“Nothing more than a reflection on meeting an ally, I mean friend,” Pure Vanilla nodded to his own words, shifting his attention to his love, “Anyways, I wanted to ask if you were always this light, my love?”

“... I’m average weight Nilly,” Shadow Milk responded with a deadpan as if he was more concerned by the question rather than the contempt towards White Lily, Shadow Milk sighed as he burrowed his head into the king's neck, “You must be too used to carrying me,” his voice turned to something lighter, “just as I planned- soon I’ll never be walking around again~”

“Haha, my darling,” Pure Vanilla chuckled in response, “If you just asked I could carry you around everywhere.”

“It’s whatever you want after all,” a sigh sounded, “there’s nothing more I want to do than please you haha~”

An odd selection of words, but “I feel like we’ve had this conversation my darling, and-”

“And the answer was I’m not letting you carry me around everywhere, ” a huff as Shadow Milk played with the king’s hair, “If I let that happen there would be no fun in it, I’m not a puppet after all-” That’s not what I’ve been remolded into.

Pure Vanilla wondered, how much did his partner actually know, his darling was far smarter than what he could imagine after all. Or at least if that wasn’t erased with the many things that disappeared.

Pure Vanilla soon stopped outside of Hollyberry's chambers. Shadow Milk placed himself down as he attached himself to Pure Vanilla’s arm.

The king adjusted his movements to adjust to his lover as he knocked.

… the sound echoed, a hollow knock bouncing around the corridor.

No response.

“Huh, it appears Hollyberry had decided to leave before I could say goodbye,” Pure Vanilla said aloud, “her duty is a large one so I should have expected this.”

Shadow Milk gave a look of concern placing a comforting touch on the other's soul jam-

Then he pulled away looking behind him, Pure Vanilla followed as he spotted Wildberry standing stiffly behind them. As if he had been waiting a while to be noticed just waiting to catch any form of attention a small nod as he realized their gaze was on him.

“Her Majesty told me to expect you two,” he said walking away at a pace that insisted the two on following behind. “She decided to pack early because another companion would be joining her. But she said she wanted to make sure she was able to get sent off before leaving.”

Wildberry seemed to navigate the corridor easily as he quickly made his way to Hollyberry’s side.

A quick non-verbal motion and Wildberry seemed to start packing up as Hollyberry waltzed to Pure Vanilla-

And he was encapsulated in a crushing hug, “Well then Pure Vanilla it's been a long time since everyone’s got together and visited your kingdom,” she relented her grasp proceeding to pat the kind on his shoulder, “I must say the way you’ve maintained everything- it’s just like old times  haha!”

Pure Vanilla still recovered catching his breath after having the wind squeezed out of him.

“Hollyberry,” Shadow Milk seemed to speak up as he tilted his head, “I hope I-”

She ruffled Shadow Milk’s hair shaking it up harshly, “Don’t sweat it! We’ve just met so if you don’t mind I’m going to need some more time before I decide on ya’, but just so you know, you don’t need any of my approval for who he decides to be in bed with,” Hollyberry laughed heartily, “Also, I may not be the wisest here but in my years here, I’ll extend my trust to you, haha!”

Shadow Milk escaped her grasp, Pure Vanilla looking at his dizzy lover latching onto the king for support, “I-... Glad to have- ah support-” he watched him clutch his head, seems like she did a number on him, “wow, witches- huh, that’s the first time I’ve been shaken like that- my brain feels like it became a part-time maraca- Haha I-i’m going to head out…”

Pure Vanilla watched as his beloved clutched at his mouth before quickly stumbling away, running before he made a scene, the king shifted his gaze back to “Hollyberry, now please don’t do that to my love, he’s more vulnerable than you think he is…”

“Oho? Ever protective it seems- but I would have expected-” Her tone remained jovial as she seemed to think, “Yeah, not even Eternal Sugar was that fragile.”

“Ah, that- Shadow Milk as of right now has his magic sealed away,” Pure Vanilla looked up as he received a responce with a nod, “he wasn’t built like that- please don’t get carried away around him.”

Hollyberry just moved, thumping her hand on Pure Vanilla’s back, her smile a bit more devious, “Even with your niceties, it’s like that night of your drunken growls- protecting your maiden, yes?” she teased, “what a night! You’ve seemed to have changed quite a bit, Pure Vanilla.”

“May I inquire your thoughts, my friend?” The king asked as she seemed to pull back, placing her hands on her hips as she stretched.

“All good! As usual-” She seemed to try and articulate her words, “I’ve seen a few hoarders in my life and you seemed to have joined the club, just as protective as them too- But with Shadow Milk on your side you seem a lot less stressed, hmm, that’s the best I have.”

“Is that so?” Pure Vanilla hummed as he let her notes play in his mind, “Also how long will you be keeping that night in your memory…”

“There are many events that shall remain, especially the ones before that- and the ones that shall be in the future,” she continued with a wide smile, “rest assured- oh White Lily! Seems you finally came.”

“Yes Hollyberry!” White Lily approached towards them but after locking eyes with Pure Vanilla she stopped, moving to the other side of Hollyberry as if she was some kind of wall between them, “are you ready to set off.”

Pure Vanilla smiled as he patted Hollyberry’s shoulder “I’m still talking. Please wait my… friend.” 

White Lily was obviously upset, the king reveled in the glare he received. After all, he’s practically the second most uncomfortable thing here- other than a mention of Dark Enchantress. He grinned and yet-

“Pure Vanilla, are you fine with cutting things short?” Hollyberry asked, choosing her words carefully, “It’s best we set off early, after all,” she looked back, “Wildberry is almost finished with packing.”

Pure Vanilla frowned at how perceptive she was as she seemed to use her body to cover up White Lily from entering Pure Vanilla’s vision. How disappointing his favorite trait he admired of her was being used against him. White Lily seemed to be relieved at her side being taken and Hollyberry seemed to let wariness slip through like she saw something she shouldn’t have had.

She leaned down to Pure Vanilla, "Did you get in a fight or something? I-”

“Nothing of the sort, please finish your duty safely.” Pure Vanilla concluded dryly, “oh yeah, White Lily see you in two weeks… Hollyberry I wish you a safe journey!”

He walked off not looking back, a problem for future him, no more than a slight concern, yet Hollyberry seemed to pick up on their quarrel. Especially before Pure Vanilla could express his thoughts about someone- what a shame he sighed. Quickly walking away, an expression rested on his mind.

Hollyberry’s face, just for a second… it seemed she saw something she didn’t want to, and she stared at Pure Vanilla with an underlying disgust. More-so? Guilt. 

She saw it, didn't she? The crack that was impossible to mend, too small to notice before became impossible to fix.

Walking away the memories came back to him as he searched for Shadow Milk in the halls.

His visit to the Hollyberry Kingdom wasn’t it? When they gathered together- yes, that was it. When he and White Lily locked eyes- she shrivled up as he smiled. Sensing the Dark Moon magic that was dripping off of him, the thing she pretended not to notice. Her fake smiles, a sliver of distance wasnt it?

He felt bad to make the cracks clear to Hollyberry, it’s highly likely he would never mend that relationship. But some unbreakable bonds were better than none- it was depressing to think, she too will turn a blind eye to this. But it’s better to preserve after all.

But after all life itself was amusing so perhaps she too has changed to the point that he won’t be able to predict what happens next.

“Ah! Pure Vanilla-” A faerie looked up at him, Silverbell who seemed to have taken the place patting Shadow Milk’s back, as a sick expression rested on his face; an expression of nearly losing everything that lay in his stomach, “It seems you're quite well! Did you get the message from White Lily?”

“No, not at all what did she want to say?” Pure Vanilla asked replacing Silverbell’s place hand gliding across his beloved’s back in a soothing motion, attempting to recall a spell to relieve his nausea… Hollyberry did a number on him with that headlock.

“She said that since she’s going to be residing in Beast-Yeast should you ever want to meet she’s willing to visit-” Oh, how sad Silverbell was used as a messenger for, ‘ Don’t come here- you aren’t welcome.’ He pitied the faerie for delivering an innocent message that meant so much more.

“Thank you for the message, please deliver that I hear her loud and clear- you're going to follow White Lily to the Hollyberry kingdom aren’t you?” Pure Vanilla asked.

“Yes!” Silverbell nodded, “It’s been fun seeing so many new sights, ah! I forgot they’re probably waiting for me- Shadow Milk- Pure Vanilla then, hopefully, we can meet in the Cacao Kingdom! I’ll deliver the message to her.”

“Then I’ll see you soon,” Pure Vanilla nodded as Shadow Milk looked up to give a wave, “may you be in good health.”

He watched as Silverbell seemed to flit off in a rush flying away as he seemed to head off towards his White Lily and his friend Hollyberry. 

“Do you like him, Silverbell that is?” Pure Vanilla asked using a spell to assist Shadow Milk to recover. 

“Thank you- and ah, Silverbell?” Shadow Milk hummed as he seemed to think about it, “He’s nice, I… also think he’s  a good ally especially to make the things I did up…”

“Oh? I see, perhaps I should start inviting him instead of White Lily?” He joked as he walked along the halls with Shadow Milk, “he seems to quite enjoy being here.”

“Nilly…” Shadow Milk paused with concern, before smiling, “Then it’s two birds with a stone! Well disappointingly we can’t keep her out of meetings, but Silverbell is far nicer company!”

“That I can attest to, but it’s a shame the faeries are so loyal to her. However, she wouldn’t be the type to use him as a pair of eyes,” he sighed with a shrug “Such a shame he isn’t the holder of the Light of Freedom, anyways- would you like to eat something? Golden Cheese isn’t going to be sent off yet so we have some time.”

“I would love to eat with you,” Shadow Milk hummed, latching onto the king's arm “What do you want-”

“I did hear my name be mentioned,” a voice down the hall. “There is no doubt about it somewhere here my name has graced someone's lips.”

“I assure you Your Majesty you're hearing things from the echoes of your own words.” another voice piped up.

“And I assure you I have heard my name, Smoked Cheese!” as Golden Cheese’s voice became abundantly clear, “Now where were we?”

“I’m starting to regret being here with every passing second, anyways… getting lunch,” Smoked Cheese seemed to turn down the hall, with Golden Cheese navigating herself ever so slightly in front of him, “My queen why are we here for a meal-”

“Isn’t it obvious I’ve been searching for- AHA!” 

Golden Cheese gilded, setting herself down in front of Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk

“You two! Now, please spare me time to ask,” she cleared her throat, “Ahem, I’m willing to offer an experience you cannot reject, would you like to share a meal with me; the golden goddess? After all, it ought to be fair since you’ve spent time with everyone else.”

“Ah! apologies my friend I should have spared you some time shouldn’t I?” Pure Vanilla glanced towards Shadow Milk who returned with a shrug, “I do not mind spending time with you, however where would you recommend our meal being.”

“Hm, what a question, it’s been a while since I’ve dined Vanillian cuisine with companions,” She hummed as she rose just above the floor flying and she made a gesture to follow, “if you had any suggestions you’re welcome to offer, but as much as I enjoy servant-cooked meals, there’s been a certain someone who’s palette never changes when I ask to be served.”

Smoked Cheese looked away drifting behind as everyone chose to follow, Pure Vanilla spoke up with a hum as he said “If you would like to head out there's a few stores I can think of however I’m sure that some of the chefs here wouldn’t mind if we asked for some food.”

Golden Cheese didn’t seem to pause as she responded with ease, “Then it’s decided, we will eat in the garden as we partake in a meal crafted from the fine hands of your kingdom’s staff.”

“Then if you don’t mind me asking,” Pure Vanilla offered, “are there any specific requests?”

“Some fresh produce, layered with anything they’re willing to offer,” Golden Cheese answered, “enough for four and no less, should there be leftovers I’m willing to bring it with me.”

Smoked Cheese looked up, some kind of disgust layering his expression “Nothing too spicy, otherwise I may cough up sand.”

“Oh please, the spice storms were nothing too bad!” She hummed as she drifted back to give her subordinate a jab, “besides, it’s not like the Vanilla Kingdom has suddenly decided to change its entire cuisine, yes?”

Pure Vanilla returned with a smile as he answered, “Who knows, after all, with the passing of many years perhaps we have decided our palette desires the scorching sands of heat.”

“Bwaha- What a good joke,” Golden Cheese replied with a smile, “I didn’t know you would ever have it in you, but rest assured kingdoms don’t change, they merely shift.”

Shadow Milk seemed to perk up to that, answering to her wisdom, “Hm? Perhaps if some knew that answer some things would be different all along.”

With that response Golden Cheese seemed to pause a strange emotion glazing over her voice, “And I am known for my knowledge, sometimes to have to find solace in the smallest changes- Ahem, but may that lie in the past, I shall uncover that thought for later.”

Shadow Milk seemed to hum in response to that as they stood outside the doors of the kitchen, Pure Vanilla pushing it open, “Now then please be patient as we hold a discussion.”

Pure Vanilla slipped into the room with Shadow Milk firmly attached to the king’s side. The scent of freshly made food was in the air, as sizzles could be heard and pans clinking.

“This seems different from where you usually go…” His beloved muttered as Shadow Milk let his curiosity peek through as he looked around, “Is it always this crowded?”

“This is the main kitchen, usually where the staff are fed… and where the community kitchen is held.” Pure Vanilla glanced around for a free person, his staff being swayed around, “The other kitchen is more private, usually where a private chef is… but sometimes the cooks here use it as a private kitchen.”

“Your Majesty Pure Vanilla and Advisor Shadow Milk, what would you like here?” Seems like word catches on fast, the chef asked dutifully standing straight expecting a response.

“If it isn’t too much of a meal for four, and perhaps something consisting of local produce,” Pure Vanilla paused with a hum, thoughtfully tapping at his chin, “Also I insist you refer to me casually.”

The chef glanced hesitantly as if questioning he was being tested, glancing away skittishly when he locked eyes with the king “Yes sir, would you prefer separate meals or a few plates consisting of different courses, also will you stay to pick it up or be catered.”

“A few courses please, and if you don’t mind I will be in the garden, should you choose to deliver or contact me, either one is fine.”

A bow, “understood sir, have a pleasant day.”

“Huh, I’ve never been called advisor before- I mean it’s a new title but…” Shadow Milk murmured as they walked out the door “but I suppose it’s quite pleasant.”

“Word passes by fast, but” Pure Vanilla agreed, adding on ”they spread like wildfire when it’s something like our initial relationship was noticed.”

Shadow Milk seemed to accept the answer with a nod as they met back with Golden Cheese, Pure Vanilla taking the opportunity to notify her, “Golden Cheese my friend would you like to head out now?”

“Hm, I suppose so then I look forward to what your chefs will offer,” She responded, moving down the hall at a brisk pace to the garden, Pure Vanilla offering assistance to Shadow Milk to keep up.

They followed Golden Cheese into tha garden as no one appeared to have the need to speak up, Golden Cheese sitting at a table she deemed adequate.

“Then sit down, there are plenty of things to discuss,” She smiled yet it didn’t seem to meet her eyes, “after all there's likely going to be quite the wait before our meal.”

Smoked Cheese looked up as he seemed to be concerned, fidgeting with his fingers as if he knew what was going to happen next “My queen, are you sure you want to cut to the chase this fast-”

“Golden Cheese I would love to have a chat, I’m sure there's a lot you would like to catch up on,” Pure Vanilla responded as that seemed to placate her, relaxing in her seat. Pure Vanilla sat as Shadow Milk seemed to place himself on the king’s thigh. Sitting contently as Pure Vanilla assisted to make him comfortable.

Golden Cheese placed her hand on the table as her gaze firmly flickered between Pure Vanilla’s face and his soul jam, “Forgive me for being cautious, but Pure Vanilla do you ever imagine yourself a threat to my kingdom, will you ever repeat the past and pose a threat to the Golden Cheese Kingdom.”

Pure Vanilla paused at that, looking up at her with concern as he swallowed down his shock, “...No, I could never imagine that…” the king paused, placing a few fingers on his soul jam as it glowed in response “no… forgive me, not unless you point tor spear towards my kingdom first… or Shadow Milk.”

“You’re just saying you don’t want me to harm Shadow Milk, then I expect a warning from you should I seem to accidentaly push.” Golden Cheese’s voice remained firm, but seemed to calm, “I’ve experienced betrayal once and you should know I would never wager my treasures.”

Pure Vanilla nodded, “And I expect you to do the same, it would not be kind of me to trample your garden. But I hope we have a strong and prosperous alliance. I'm sorry for making you feel as if we needed to re-affirm our relations.”

“Then it’s concluded” she leaned back finally relaxing, “for someone to tend to the weeds in your garden I’m glad you won’t let their seeds take root in others.”

Pure Vanilla tilted his head, with a smile “My friend, it appears I’m a little lost, may I receive some guidance?”

“Forget it,” she sighed, “your ears will be deaf until you get a taste behind what my words mean.”

Pure Vanilla glanced towards Shadow Milk as he shrugged, “Dunno… I’m, oh…” He turned around touching Pure Vanilla’s soul jam, smiling, whispering in his ear, “She’s right but just say for you . It’s like you're falling in love again, that’s what will happen. I can feel what it wants to reflect now.”

Smoked Cheese seemed to speak up with a sigh, “Are we done with the alliances and allegories, or should I get comfortable and become an observer.”

“We are done here,” Golden Cheese smiled, a little more genuine than before, “I trust that what I’m hearing will remain a long-standing truth for a long time.”

“I see…” Smoked Cheese responded with a mutter, “Then the other stuff-”

“Shall be discussed promptly, Pure Vanilla, please be aware during this conversation unlike our previous meetings.”

“Oh… you noticed that?” Pure Vanilla looked away, “Ahh- ahaha, apologies my attention was elsewhere since I wasn’t involved.”

“Of course,” Golden Cheese sighed, “It becomes all too clear when you seem to drift off into whatever fantasyland your mind thinks of.” her tone softened, “I’m here to confide in you as while my decision is firm, I think… well no. But in my mind, you're the best to inquire about this. She…”

Pure Vanilla’s ears perked up at that, “me- inquire? Then… I’ll be happy to assist in soothing any of your pains.”

“... I- Me too” Shadow Milk responded in tandem as he invited another offer, “It may be hazy but I still have answers.”

“Haha- Thank you, you two,” she seemed to be at ease, “then let me start, that brute- Burning Spice, I think I ought to grant him his wish. He’s no hypocrite, after all, he wants destruction for all.”

Shadow Milk seemed to respond first, “The beast’s bodies… they aren’t real- or at least not as real as they seem to be. Artificial,” he nodded, glancing for Pure Vanilla’s approval before continuing after receiving a nod, “but that’s not the main thing I mean here, his I er- spirit should be destructible but… it’s possible you might be alone for that journey…”

“Oh,” Golden Cheese seemed to inquire her eyes, a mix, both pity and curiosity, “seems that you have quite the amount of information.”

“Ah! No-no” Shadow Milk shook his head swiftly, “I- I’m, I'm just stating a theory… it’s like diamonds, well- diamonds are brittle but just take it as I say it, if it comes to the soul- having the same soul jam means your equals can equally destroy each other- especially as each of us was made to be immortal.”

“I see, I send my thanks for your knowledge” Golden Cheese seemed to take the advice with careful consideration, “then I shall hold this knowledge in my mind.”

Pure Vanilla wrapped his arms around Shadow Milk to give him the praise he was craving, resting his chin on his beloved’s shoulder. Shadow Milk flushed as he looked down, fiddling with his sleeves as he paused himself from purring.

Golden Cheese seemed to avert her eyes with a hum letting the two do their thing, before Pure Vanilla looked up, attempting to give an apologetic smile, “Apologies, continue, what was it again? Yes, granting his wish, what is conflicting you, are you hesitant, believing you are granting him too much mercy or won’t be able to remain steadfast in your task when you will come to battle him?”

“Of course not,” She shook her head, the air of confidence around her remaining unphased, “but it’s no more a matter of something farfetched, I protect my kingdom and he gets what he craves. Am I misunderstood or something else, because my eyes are far too sharp to be deceived.”

“You’ve faced destruction head-on already, and I doubt you’ll get an easy fight,” Pure Vanilla glanced at Shadow Milk, “after all nothing is easy, and Burning Spice is making himself a threat to get what he wants I assume; as I have not seen him face to face. A double entendre if you will.”

“Two assumptions to one situation,” Shadow Milk answered, “Nilly is saying you’re seeing things differently- Burning Spice…” He sighed, “is basically having a tantrum, his ultimatum until you give him what he wants or he remains clear with his threat… I think he probably put this onto you on purpose, a threat that wants to be slayed isn’t exactly a win.”

“Hm,” Golden Cheese nodded, “it seems that my decision to ask you two was the better choice, no shame. I would have figured it would have been harder for you to understand given how Burning Spice and I weren’t on the best terms.”

“Haha, it wasn’t easy for me either,” Pure Vanilla sighed, “But I think if I was met with the same decision the rest of you made… or were forced to then I think… I wouldn’t be here anymore.”

Golden Cheese’s gaze looked like she was in shock as she glanced almost in horror, trying to lighten the mood, “Even while you were on bad terms? Haha?”

Pure Vanilla thought for a few seconds, glancing at the other, she would expect no less than the truth , “Before I resonated with my soul jam, perhaps for a bit longer, but there was always a lingering hole. Even if I didn’t realize it existed for that long. But should I have given up and taken my initial rejection and not reached out again then… Yes, I would likely no longer be here. Apologies if that’s not the answer you sought.”

“No, I think I can understand it clearly now.” She looked down with a sigh, “I received my answers… and I know of your greed. May you allow it to bring prosperity rather than your downfall.”

Pure Vanilla blinked, “I never thought I would receive a piece of advice from your rulebook- but… I’m glad you're willing to lend it to me.” He laughed, something whimsical as she seemed to widen her eyes in amusement, “Haha- hah, I’m abdicated, when I see this place is ready I’m going to leave from being their training wheels.”

“I figured this is where you would end up,” She sighed, the mood clearly lighter than before, “you were never fit to be a king- don’t take offense, you were a good one. No one might crack a joke like Hollyberry, but you, king? You had me cracking up when I received news of your coronation-”

Pure Vanilla sighed, smiling, “I wasn’t expecting to hear that, I always wondered why the letter I received was just ‘congratulations,’ no message- all in messy writing.”

“Oh you don’t know how hard it is to write when your laughing-” She cracked a grin her poster becoming comfortable as she displayed her clear joy, “hah, anyways,” her voice soothed itself with a sharp breath, “oh, wow- I should have figured that would be your path, and you- the lover your thoughts when you don’t have your princess time anymore?”

“Ah! I never- I don’t really live like that- other than the soft bed but- no, I don’t,” Shadow Milk looked away, “there’s no big plan but picking up something casual right now- but Nilly won’t last for forever so I’m trying my best to they can get the wheels off sooner…”

“Hmm I see,” Golden Cheese looked up, “Oh it seems that our meal is here.”

The attendant placed meals down as Pure Vanilla caught Smoked Cheese muttering something to his queen, “Hmm…. I didn’t know he could smile like that.”

“Oh?” Golden Cheese responded as she watched each plate being placed down, “I do admit there has been a change in smiles, but we all smile differently when it comes to what we have and want- Ahem, though I am the most greedy so my smile remains ever radiant.”

“Oh? My smile is different?” Pure Vanilla attempted to inquire, perhaps he should let it pass after all he remembers the mirror this morning…

The plates were finished setting down as Golden Cheese started to place a scoop of everything to eat, “... If I were to put it into words it’s like you smile for two now. Nothing strange, but you’re still capable of smiling like you do with old friends. So no problem at all.”

Pure Vanilla offered a spoonful of food to Shadow Milk as he nibbled it down absentmindedly, “I see, then it must be fine if you say so.”

“Yeah,” Golden Cheese piped down, “I just hope you remain yourself after…” She looked away, “anyways any plans after you have your retirement! Haha, maybe you should stay at my kingdom for a while!”

“Hmm, if there’s an opportunity. We figured teaching would be nice but… haha only one of us is experienced here,” Pure Vanilla gestured to his lover who was eagerly eating whatever Pure Vanilla offered, as the king took his own bite. “So it might take awhile when I formally step down haha, but should there be an opportunity I’m always willing to take it.”

“I see- I see, then are you planning to visit me anytime soon?” Golden Cheese grinned as she bit into “The Golden Cheese Kindgdom is always welcome to visitors after all, and out of everyone you would definitely be two of my favorites.”

“Hm? Your favorites? I’ll consider it then, ah and you only need to reserve one room for us rather than two, how beneficial~” Pure Vanilla joked, smiling with a wink, “But, should we visit it will be after we finally get our era of peace, I hope you understand.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Golden Cheese put a hand on her hip, “then let’s not make it too obvious that you're going to be vacationing in my kingdom soon.”

“...Talk about confidence,” Smoked Cheese muttered as he set his hands on his lap neatly already finished.

“Perhaps it’s just an inevitability, after all my power and radiance is undeniable?” Golden Cheese answered, “Things feel clearer than they  ever were,” she paused, glancing up, “Then are you two finished, well if you don’t mind me packing up?”

“Ah leaving so soon?” Pure Vanilla asked, glancing at Shadow Milk who was licking some cream off his lips, a few moments from purring with satisfaction, Pure Vanilla assisted using his thumb, cleaning his finger with a swipe of his tongue, “And I agree this time I have no doubt’s either, nothing will hold me back.” Even if it meant using her own spells- and forbidden magic against her.

“Then Smoked Cheese pack the food, if we don’t eat it all we can share it with some of my citizens,” Golden Cheese seemed to lower her volume before she resumed, “then it’s been nice seeing you, and seeing the things- well something you want to protect. It’s going to be awhile isn’t it?”

“That it is, unless you would like to go to the Dark Cacao kingdom to meet me.” Pure Vanilla lightheartedly jokes, “But, should you need any support I’m willing to assist.”

“Hah- then perhaps I should invite you after my victory, perhaps I’ll need some healing done, that burning brute certainly wants a wild deathmatch I assure you.”

“And I’m assured you will win with ease,” Pure Vanilla returned in response, “then, would you like me to return to send you off before you leave?”

“Of course not, haha, this meal was my intention after all!” Golden Cheese responded hands on her hips as she stood up, “Then please take care of yourselves, and I shall win with a dazzling victory, not a scratch to be seen on my body after I’m done with that guy.”

Shadow Milk seemed to respond in return as he was picked up, “I think you would win as well...” he looked away before piping up, “then I would like to see the Golden Cheese Kingdom one day as well!” Then he swiftly buried himself into the king's neck.

Walking away from the scene, a distance away from the table the king heard something within earshot.

Smoked Cheese seemed to speak up, “Your Radiance, do you even know how we’re going to bring the food back?”

“I er- we’ll find a way…”

Pure Vanilla sighed as he exited to move back into their room, hopefully Golden Cheese would figure out a way to finish things.

Moving through the halls he quickly pushed open the doors to their room- promptly dropping his darling to the bed. Shadow Milk looked up at him as if he was snapped out of falling into a food induced coma. 

“Now then darling would you like your ‘healing’ you beg for every day~” Pure Vanilla hummed, watching how Shadow Milk twitched as if he snapped a switch off in the other, “ahh, my magic will fill your little vessel quite nicely won’t it?”

The way his beloved flushed looking up at Pure Vanilla like he was being offered the world- nodding as his eyes were glazed over with need. The king placed his hand on his darling, Pure Vanilla could feel how his magic thrummed inside the other, resonating with his own before he even did anything that could spark a reaction…

Truly it’s as if every facet of Shadow Milk honed itself into a vessel that was it, wasn’t it? He had eagerly accepted the magic into rerwritting his existence, he remembers when his darling looked in pain but now all Pure Vanilla could feed the other was utter bliss.

“Nilly, stop teasing why havent you started yet,” Shadow Milk seemed to whine as he took Pure Vanilla’s hand and nuzzled his cheek into it, “Please- please, ahh Nilly, please, what do you want?”

“... Just give me some time- you're perfect so I need nothing,” Pure Vanilla let himself become enraptured by his darling’s expression, just a slight flush as he seemed to be barely there, only comprehending the king.

He could feel his magic seemingly desperate to be reunited calling out from within Shadow Milk, fluctuating inside with expectation. But even if he couldn’t exactly feel it, the magic was definitely mirroring his own emotion, it was clear now how it flared with life every time Pure Vanilla’s joy spiked when looking at the state of his beloved.

Thus Pure Vanilla leaned down wrapping his arms around the other as he let his magic pulse- from the look of it Shadow Milk wouldn’t last long.

His mind was already spiraling, unraveling to whines, crawling up pulling down the cloth on the king's neck before he, no not a bit or nip. But licking as if worshipping every wound that was laid to claim on Pure Vanilla in equal value. As if while the king supplied his lover with his own magic, Shadow Milk found another method to maintain a form of ownership.

Then it started, bites that were far too gentle, digging into the skin slowly as if they were preciously boring into Pure Vanilla’s soul, hums and coos of worship pleased grunts bubbling up as they contended with his darling’s purrs. 

Then just as quickly as it started his lover fell limp, gently purring as magic started to overflow, but then-

“Nilly” Shadow Milk grasped Pure Vanilla’s face in his hands, “you know, you should try tapping in resonating with your soul jam, I can feel it - ah,” a purr broke through the speech, “mn- ah- every piece is your love- all of it is love.”

His beloved seemed to be strangely conscious rather than his typical blissed-out state, and then he saw Shadow Milk’s eyes seem to entirely leave becoming entirely pliant. Purring filled the room as the king stopped his healing with a hum.

He reminiced about the day, sending everyone else off. It wasn't bad, things went quite well, but it’s always such a shame to dismiss everyone. Other than that it was cute how his beloved was so quiet today from meeting his friends, after all he was working so hard on his good impression… even if it may not have completely gone as smoothly, the fact that's what his darling sought and worked for… his darling was oh so cute .

Then a voice murmured, as Shadow Milk moved in closer, “ mmn, you're never leaving . ”

Pure Vanilla picked up the book he neglected from his nightstand, patting his beloved on his head. There was no need to answer a given, even if it was unsaid… for some reason, he felt as if Shadow Milk had entirely understood his lack of reaction. Resuming purring in his blissed-out state, as Pure Vanilla brushed through the other's hair.

He let the purrs echo through the room as he opened the book.

“Hmm, you know I can't wait for these next two weeks.” The hero sighed lovingly, as Pure Vanilla seemed to make an attempt to occupy the silence, “Sometimes I wonder how lovely it would be if you knew how much you changed for me.”

Shadow Milk blinked hazily at that, Nilly shouldn’t be musing about what was fated to happen . After all, while Nilly made him bend his knees, Shadow Milk was the one who begged for Nilly- 

He tried to bring his vocal cords to speak but the magic made him pliant, ever since yesterday he’s been adapting- the magic was natural as it filled him, up until the overflow. Domination to its deepest extent, giving him the peaks of bliss that over-stimulates making the air on his skin buzz with warmth.

He committed himself to hearing the tunes of Pure Vanilla’s rambling, showing his attention and responding with a grunt. But it seems like the hero was doing no more than occupying some boredom after he placed down his book.

Pure Vanilla’s amusement was clear in his voice, every syllable practically preening, “My love, you know, sometimes I feel like I’m glad you were so lonely. Because I don’t need to share you with anyone,” a satisfied sigh, “ah, that’s not strange right? After all, you're my priority above all else.”

Shadow Milk responded with a hum, the same mantra, nothing else matters , applicable to any nuisances.

“I’m glad that you agree!” The hero seemed to be receptive to Shadow Milk’s responses, “Then it seems that you enjoyed hanging out with quite a few of my friends, then let's start with ,” Pure Vanilla frowned before he shifted, “Hollyberry, I’m a little bit worried about what she thinks, but she’s a good friend haha, I’m sure that things will work smoothly. She wants the best for everyone after all. But I think you’ll make good friends, right.”

Shadow Milk responded with a nod, it seemed like some things transpired while he was struggling to not throw everything up. For his lover… he probably shouldn’t dig too deep into it. But it was true Hollyberry was- a reminder but too far apart to make him feel nostalgic.

“Similar sentiments then, your eyes being furrowed looks cute on you,” Pure Vanilla flicked the others head lightly, before giving the spot a kiss, “then, Dark Cacao, well I think your looking forward to meeting, since you can’t voice your thoughts right now, I assume you think he’s pleasant haha.”

Shadow Milk grunted in approval, he was right Dark Cacao was kind and it seemed he tried his best to be understanding. Meeting at the Cacao Kingdom seemed pleasant enough although- he tried to hide how his face twisted with a frown.

“Hm, seems you don’t want to meet him for the subjugation, I don’t blame you, but if it bothers you, I’m sure there won’t be much difficulty in ignoring her,” Shadow Milk cocked his head at the statement, it seems he was being ambiguous for whom he didn’t want to meet.

But Shadow Milk relaxed into a nod, it wouldn’t be too hard to ignore the eyes that stared at him. Mystic Flour, he reminisced, he was sure that if he was a bother he would be promptly ignored, as per usual, after all while she was in the tree she had plenty of practice.

“Haha, it seems you're already soothed from that topic,” Pure Vanilla mused cupping the other's cheeks, “Now then, meeting Golden Cheese was fun, although I wasn’t actually sure what she was talking about, she seemed to be cryptic… but I can sympathize with her desires to reconfirm after… hm, it must have been tough.”

Shadow Milk wasn’t exactly sure what Pure Vanilla was referring to her, not a usual blank in his memory, just information he wasn’t acquainted with. Dark Enchantress, he assumed. 

But, Shadow Milk knew exactly what Golden Cheese meant, he was surprised to see that she saw too quickly what was happening. Pure Vanilla’s soul jam no longer rang true, heh, but now it sang with love, a single target of it’s musings. 

Perhaps she faltered, but came through? But her perception certainly rang true, she could see the inevitable fall, and accepted it. How wise, as her decisions would certainly repay her, a strong bond and alliance with a soon-to-be beast. Well, a beast was a name for the corrupted saviors, however Nilly? Surely he would count-

Pure Vanilla gave the other a kiss, “Sorry, you seemed to be thinking hard,” he started to use his fingers to unbraid the other's hair, “It seemed like you had fun while you were with Golden Cheese, I hope that you look forward to seeing her kingdom… every time I see it, she somehow makes it glow even more radiant,” he looked down with a frown, Shadow Milk could feel the hero- no king’s nostalgia, a gentle sadness as he reminisced, “Oh, don’t tell her I said that, I think she would make the others jealous with her bragging.”

Shadow Milk huffed, barely sounding like a laugh, he managed his strength to move to a new position allowing his hand to stroke Pure Vanilla’s back soothingly. His voice cracked as it cooperated, “Nilly, I’m sure it will be just as it always is, and now you have me by your side.” Shadow Milk smiled, “yes you have me.” That’s all Nilly needed.

“That’s right, aren't you always?” Pure Vanilla hummed, resting his head on Shadow Milk's shoulder, the king sighing sadly letting his emotions show, “No matter what changes, now. You’ll be with me here forever won't you?”

“I couldn’t leave if I tried, I think I would rip my own heart out to even consider it.”

Pure Vanilla stayed silent, but Shadow Milk could feel how the magic inside him resonated, calming like a puddle as if it had never been disturbed at all.

Shadow Milk decided to switch to a new topic as the king brushed through unbraided hair with his fingers, “Now that the meetings are over Nilly” Shadow Milk attempted to articulate his words, “any plans you want to make while no one can disturb us.”

“Haha, I wouldn’t want to make any more apologies to Black Raisin, she deserves some peace for being this kingdom’s eyes” the king chuckled, musing as he let his fingers tangle through hair, shifting to allow them to both lay in bed comfortably, “but you can finally remain in my lap during meetings, let me lick the cream off your cheeks after a meal.”

“And I thought you grew a sliver of decency in you- I was wondering why you stopped,” Shadow Milk teased. 

“Oh you know, sometimes a few of them treat my castle of their own, sometimes I jump in my flesh with how many doors they push open without a care,” Pure Vanilla joked, “once Hollyberry dragged me out of my room when I was putting my robes on to go out drinking.”

“Is that so?” Shadow Milk hummed in amusement, “then without any guests, what are your plans?”

“Oh, I have many plans,” Pure Vanilla whispered, giving the other a tender kiss, letting their lips brush together for a few seconds, “But, they can be said for tomorrow. First of all, sleep.”

“Then I look forward to it Nilly,” Shadow Milk winked, “Goodnight~”

“Night’ my darling,” Pure Vanilla murmured with a pleased sigh, letting his fingers release from the other’s locks, “my heart's always yours.”

“Oh? Romantic are we?” Shadow Milk attempted to stop himself from yawning, “Then, your arms are my home.”

Pure Vanilla did no more than snuggle in closer, burying his head into the other's neck. Shadow Milk accepts the embrace’s warmth with a yawn, allowing himself to fall unconscious, deeper into a dream that he has touched the bottom of, and yet it’s bottomless. 

A dream of selfish desires that they sink into the warm embrace of, to drown yet drink for more.

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White Lily grasped her staff as she rode in Hollyberry’s carriage. She watched the outside as the ride remained mostly quiet. Watching the outside as the environment switched from the Hollyberry Kingdom's tropics to the Cacao Kingdom's bitter cold.

Hollyberry remained mostly quiet as she seemed to be thinking about what White Lily had confessed to her. Contemplating future decisions as they remained in the silent ride, White Lily knew it probably wasn’t the best idea to confide in another about such a matter, however…

Hollyberry would have figured it out eventually, and she would be more upset for being left in the dark in such tumultuous times, after all, she spotted the cracks in their relationship all too fast. And she was kind enough to lend a ride to the Cacao Kingdom a day in advance… But-

Pure Vanilla would likely be displeased when he saw another ‘disturbance,’ it was getting harder to read him. 

So hopefully, Hollyberry being notified wouldn’t make him more hostile towards White Lily. She didn’t know about how the healer felt about herself, other than his glances of annoyance and mockery… Hopefully, it would reach its pause by the time they reunited in the Cacao Kingdom, but she knew better than to hope otherwise.

White Lily picked up on a mutter as Hollyberry looked to her feet, holding her head in her hands, “...why didn’t he tell us?”

“It’s… likely he wouldn’t have seen it himself…” White Lily didn’t know if she was defending him or soothing herself with the idea that no one would have known what he’s twisted into.

A silence seeped in that made White Lily twist in her seat, looking down as she started to fidget with her fingers, she looked at Hollyberry’s expression as she seemed too crestfallen from hearing White Lily’s perspective. The most both of them could do was hope she was wrong…

“So Pure Vanilla and your relationship is irreparable, isn't it?” Hollyberry asked, biting her lips with a frown, “Anything you're going to do about it?”

White Lily looked up, “I… I can’t mend things that are broken like that… and I don't know if I can trust him ever again, Hollyberry- He’s a threat, one that we should leave to his own wiles otherwise if we choose to fight him… It’s a battle we’re going to regret.”

“So the best we can do is sit here and watch him fall?” She huffed, crossing her arms. “Do we have no real resolution to this?”

White Lily stayed silent.

“Was there any way to stop this?” Hollyberry asked, “Please be honest, don’t say no to give me solace because we have to learn White Lily, we’ve all learned that just because it hurts, it doesn’t mean we can avoid it.”

“Unless we met him after he came back to Crispia… no.” White Lily shifted away, “I tried getting in contact with Gingerbrave to find out what happened to him in Beast-Yeast, but… the most I received was a report from his friend… Wizard Cookie, a paper in explicit detail of what transpired, there was nothing suspicious…Other than…”

Hollyberry looked up as she patted White Lily on her shoulder, gentle rather than her usual ones that shook White Lily’s body, “You can say anything that comes to mind, I trust you.”

“Thank you… Wizard Cookie reported that after Pure Vanilla awakened his soul jam, he came into conflict with Shadow Milk, after his win- he said something along the lines of ‘Apologies, Shadow Milk, but I cannot let you leave.’ while grinning, not letting the beast retreat while destroying a portal made by his subordinates- then after he picked him up… Pure Vanilla said he was going to rehabilitate him…”

“So Shadow Milk… do we know anything why he’s so docile now?” Hollyberry asked, “he feels like he’s just someone- it’s just hard to imagine that guy as a beast.” 

“Shadow Milk was a leader of the beasts, he set them loose,” White Lily paused, Elder Faerie rested on her mind as she bit her lip, she resolved herself with her next words, “He was… awful. I don’t know what happened, but it wasn’t any magic- not any form that twists the mind. But even if it doesn’t help, to me that isn’t the beast of deceit Shadow Milk, that Shadow Milk is a different thing, he even looks entirely different than he once did.”

“Oh…” Hollyberry looked down, “Then I don’t think his change was entirely by himself, was it? For someone who once held the ‘Light of Deceit, ’ he was strangely honest… Do you think he’s better this way?”

“Practically? Yes, everyone’s better off this way.” White Lily paused, “Everyone’s happy, everyone is. It may feel wrong, and sometimes I can't help but think I could have seen something different.”

“Then, what do you think will happen with him, Shadow Milk, I mean, it seems that the rest of us have no particular arguments against him, and for what I know, his change is to someone ‘honest.’ Uncomfortably honest, where he doesn’t stop spilling- ” Hollyberry paused, “Also, his soul jam.. It’s barely noticeable. What was it like back then?”

“I cannot state the future, but for Shadow Milk, he’s likely not going to face any opposition… As for Shadow Milk’s soul jam… It’s like he’s trying to reflect the Light of Truth, but how can he reflect something that’s-” White Lily exclaimed with distress, “The Light of Truth… Pure Vanilla’s soul jam, did you see it too?”

“Pure Vanilla’s soul jam?” Hollyberry sat back with a pensive look on her face, unusually deep in thought, “It’s hard to remember anything from two weeks ago… But it was bright- brighter than ever, but murky? Like there was another blue inside, something darker?”

“That’s right, isn’t it?” White Lily remarked, before heavily releasing her breath, “I can only hope that no matter what happens to him, he will stay on our side. But I think he has something that can hold him back. So I don’t think that we will have anything that would make us repeat… that.”

Hollyberry  gave a firm nod in agreement, “I can’t help but feel bad for him…” she sighed, “I wonder what’s going through his head… but I think that we’ve all confronted our weaknesses.” 

“I wonder if you're right, that part wasn’t born from weakness, wasn’t it?” White Lily looked down with a sigh, “I just think it’s a part we always knew of him… the piece that made it so we never understood, perhaps his fall was inevitable.”

“I think that's about it. We never could understand him. How he could give and give- never breaking, I think… It’s like this is a debt being repaid,” Hollyberry concluded, the queen patting White Lily on her shoulder, “Then even if he’s not the same, I think it’s best to remain on good terms with him, despite any mixed emotions on what he may or will twist into.”

“My only duty is to assure he will not be a threat,” White Lily sighed, “But I don’t want him as an enemy either… even if he’s upset and bitter at me.”

Hollyberry knocked at the carriage door, “Hey, let’s take a pause real quick for a stretch, a breather too.” She turned towards the other, “White Lily, please know that I’ll be here as a pair of ears to talk to, but I think my decision is clear.”

“Mine is too, thank you for letting me tell you this…” White Lily stepped out of the carriage. “This courtesy that you’ve extended to me, I’m glad to confide in you.”

They took in the cold air of the Cacao Kingdom, the snow crunching under their feet. White Lily allowed herself a deep breath as she accepted the situation. She just hoped Pure Vanilla would allow her to smooth things over… she wasn’t fond of his unusual hostility. Although she understood why he was so defensive.

Wildberry stepped down from the front of the carriage. “Your Majesty, are you sure you wanted to stop? We’re quite close to the kingdom?”

“That’s quite fine, we’re coming a day early after all!” Hollyberry announced as she patted him on the back.

“I hope Dark Cacao is faring well,” White Lily muttered off-hand, “Hopefully the news didn’t get around and the other beasts are lashing out…”

Hollyberry sighed, “White Lily, news spreads fast, but not that fast.”

“Ah, of course,” White Lily agreed, allowing the cold air to fill her lungs as she took a deep breath, calming her nerves, “Where’s Silverbell?”

“Sleeping on the carriage front,” Wildberry stated, looking at the front, “he wanted to conserve his energy for the sights. I can wake him up.”

“No, it’s fine, we’ll wake him up when we get there,” White Lily responded, allowing herself to stretch, loosening the joints from the long carriage ride. “Is everyone good?”

Wildberry took a glance towards his queen, as Hollyberry reached up towards the sky for a long stretch, groaning with relief, “As good as can be, my mind is at ease. Though we still need to know what our current situation is now.”

“Yes, you don’t plan on staying the entire time at the Cacao Kingdom, yes?” White Lily inquired, grasping and massaging her lower legs.

“White Lily” Hollyberry moved closer, the queen reaching across White Lily’s back firmly patting down and rubbing it to comfort her “I’m here for you, if you want my support I’ll stick with you the entire time, and if you can handle it on your own I’ll be gone. My support is for you and you alone.”

White Lily looked down, fidgeting with her staff, grasping and unclenching, “Hollyberry… but…” she bit her lip.

“If anyone disagrees, they can talk to me first,” She spoke clearly, her voice too gentle for White Lily, the grasp becoming a comfortable warm in the cold of the air, “If you want me to stay then I can be there through the entirety of Dark Cacao’s subjugation of Mystic Flour, you are just as important as anyone else here.”

And she nodded in return. They stayed like that, just sitting for a while, White Lily staying as she was soothed. Hollyberry was too warm, too much, White Lily felt like she didn’t deserve it, and she wondered what could have changed if she were just as warm. She batted the thought away, resting just for a few minutes until snow started to fall.

White Lily watched as the powder seemed to ever so slightly reclaim their footsteps, then she reclaimed her posture, standing tall. Quite a bit of snow rested on Hollyberry’s head as White Lily took her hand to brush it off.

“Let’s head back in,” White Lily spoke, feeling as if the cold seemed to occupy her throat in a gentle way.

“Wildberry, you heard her, time to get ready,” Hollyberry spoke up with a nod, “actually, you must be tired, let’s switch, I’ll drive.”

“Your Majesty, I’m not…” Wildberry took a look at his queen's face, something that White Lily wasn’t able to see- he stood up from where he sat on the snow, “understood. White Lily, you don’t mind if I sit next to you, don’t I?

“Not at all,” White Lily answered, Wildberry courteously offering a hand to let her into the carriage, she took it, stepping in. The carriage’s air; a comfortable temperature compared to the outside air.

Wildberry silently sat next to her, both of them sitting in silence. 

White Lily sat quietly as she watched the window outside when the carriage started moving, seeing the mountainous terrain and snow-covered trees pass by, even before… It’s been a long time since she’s visited the Cacao Kingdom… She wondered how much had changed; most of her friends' kingdoms seemed to have strengthened with time. She looked forward to seeing it after all.

“... it seems you're in a better mood.” Wildberry stated, looking out the window, before coughing and clarifying, “Don’t mistake me, I wasn’t listening to you and the Queen Mother's conversation.”

“Yes, Hollyberry is a great pair of ears, and quite wise,” White Lily mentioned, “I admire her loyalty and resolution.”

Wildberry stayed silent, seemingly taking in the information, before responding with a nod. It appears he leaned towards silent admiration…

“Then, how’s Silverbell?” White Lily asked, hoping the other wouldn’t mind the conversation.

“Curious, he likes flowers… Though I think he might get along better with another one of Dark Cacao’s advisors.” Wildberry offered.

“I see.” White Lily nodded in response, awaiting to see if he had more to offer…

She turned back to the window as the rest of the ride remained silent, letting her thoughts peacefully rest in her mind. The silence, a comforting calm compared to the previous stress of the future from before.

She watched as the fortress of the kingdom came into view, walls pristine and beautiful like they once were. Finely sculpted walls and architecture, she smiled gently, it seemed that the kingdom grew, walls wider than before. A light of joy sparked inside as she felt an inkling of pride in Dark Cacao’s prosperity.

The carriage slowed to a stop as Hollyberry opened the door, Silverbell hovering in an attentive stance.

“The Dark Cacao Kingdom in all its glory,” Hollyberry offered her hand at the same time as Silverbell, “Probably been a longer time for you than me- well, how are you feeling?”

White Lily stepped down, grasping both of their hands, “Good- great,” she clarified, “it’s gotten even bigger, hasn’t it?”

“... I’ll take your word for it,” Hollyberry helped the other down, placing her hand on her chin in half-hearted contemplation.

“White Lily! I’ve never seen walls this big- the tiles are so- delicate.” Silverbell seemed to thrum with his gentle excitement and awe, “and snow, it looks like powdered sugar- it’s amazing!”

“It is amazing, isn’t it?” White Lily agreed, “I’ll try sending a word in to have some help with touring, maybe before or after the subjugation.”

“Oh… Thank you-” Silverbell seemed to bow halfway before glancing up at a new arrival who stepped just beyond them, “And you are?”

White Lily took a glance at the new arrival, bow in hand, in a rested position, before being set away. A young woman with a ponytail bowed before picking herself up. White Lily could practically feel the determination wafting off of her. She remembered a mention of someone picking her up when they arrived… she was-

“Caramel Arrow, at your service,” she stood tall, her voice loud with pride as she looked at the arrivals, “The king was expecting both guests early, ahem, if you're looking for the other party, they should be with Crunchy Chip and a few others.”

“Hm, there was another party here early?” Hollyberry spoke up, placing a hand on her hip as she inquired with a smile.

“Yes! They said they wanted to discuss with His Majesty privately!” Caramel Arrow replied with a nod, “A party of two, Pure Vanilla and his attendant. Now, is there anything else you would like to ask before I lead you to your rooms and hand you off to another attendant to assist with your tour?”

“No, we should be fine,” White Lily paused, “but if you're able to, maybe you could pass us off to an attendant who’s well-versed in the Cacao Kingdom, it would be quite nice.”

“Yes! I would love to be able to learn more about the wingless denizens of this kingdom!” Silverbell nodded, a bright smile gracing his face.

Caramel Arrow spoke up, “Apologies, but are you cry- forgive me,” she shook her head, witnessing Silverbell’s reaction as he frowned, “I’m not well acquainted with faeries, His Majesty didn’t mention much about our new guests.”

“... It’s good, but why does everyone seem to ask that?” Silverbell looked away as he moved to fidget with his hands, “Now, we should get going-”

“Haha, it’s the dewdrops that cling to your eye’s isn't it?” Hollyberry laughed as she ruffled the faerie’s hair, Silverbell being rocked back and forth, struggling to stay in the air as he was shaken.

“Now please follow me, I’ll lead you to your quarters,” Caramel Arrow began to walk at a slowed pace, White Lily barely catching something muttered under the other’s breath “... just a quick tour then I can be on duty again… Mystic Flour…”

It seems that Caramel Arrow was having another set of concerns on her mind as she was leading everyone around… White Lily was worried if the beast had already taken steps to fight against Dark Cacao… She bit her lip as she brushed her attention to something else.

Watching as Silverbell looked through the halls with an unspoken awe, Hollyberry waltzed down the hall like she used to when they visited. Wildberry silently followed behind them all, his eyes seemingly tracing over everything Silverbell looked at.

She took another glance at Caramel Arrow, eyebags running deep under her eyes. White Lily pretended she didn’t see it, but perhaps she should bring it up to Dark Cacao later…

Caramel Arrow soon entered a hall, turning her palm towards the air and moving her arm displaying the set of rooms, “These will be your quarters… about the guide, let me discuss with His Majesty before I pass you all off…”

Carmel Arrow seemed to take a step forward, freezing in her step. Then opening a door in the hall, ushering everyone in, and silently closing the door with a click.

Before she muttered something under her breath, “... snake.” Her voice returned to her usual volume as it remained a hiss, “Why is His Majesty meeting with that man…”

“Sorry, but can you… Clarify?” Hollyberry inquired, trying to peek through the gaps of the door.

“This morning the other guests,” Carmel Arrow failed to stop herself from trying to grimace, “Pure Vanilla… he may not speak lies like he did- but he’s just no good- I shouldn’t say this about the king’s friend without evidence, but every time that man speaks he looks at nothing else but his advisor, everything about him is half-hearted until that advisor is brought up.”

“And this is about Pure Vanilla?” White Lily asked, pushing a bit further, “Have you seen him… before?”

“I’ve caught glimpses of his past letters,” she fidgeted, looking away, “I didn’t mean to- ahem, but I refuse to believe they’re the same person…” she frowned as she bit her lip before returning to speak, “I think even His Majesty is just avoiding it… he doesn’t look at Pure Vanilla like he did with his letters.”

White Lily took in the information as she watched Carmel Arrow sigh before opening the door, backing away as she locked eyes with someone from the other side.

“Peek-a-boo,” Shadow Milk smiled mischievously, far too harmless to be threatening- yet too amused to be innocent, “you know- you shouldn’t talk about Nilly like that, he’s trying his best to be good after I asked him~”

“You…” Caramel Arrow looked down at the other, “And what is your purpose here?”

“Whelp something-something curiosity,” Shadow Milk shrugged before he perked up, “Oh, hi Silverbell! Ahem- anyways, cut me some slack, I know your… maybe the best eyes of this kingdom, but pointing your dagger eyes at us will come off far worse…” he frowned rubbing at his shoulder, sighing reducing his voice to a whisper “you’re putting him on edge… well he’s been on edge since that letter -”

Shadow Milk seemed to have clamped his mouth shut after mentioning a letter, looking away reluctantly.

“So you want me to stop overseeing despite my duty,” Carmel Arrow paused, rethinking her sentence, sighing, “you’re saying Pure Vanilla isn’t a threat… ”

Carmel Arrow rubbed her temples before she slipped out the door, her steps echoing down the hall before she turned around.

“Keep your leash on that snake, and we have no problems here. I’m going to report to the king now, I’ll make sure your next guide is here soon.”

“Snakes don’t go on leashes though?” Shadow Milk frowned, placing his hands on his hips, shifting towards the others, “Anyways, bye-bye, I’m going to head back now!”

White Lily looked at the other before she spoke up, “Wait, can we discuss things…” she glanced towards the others who remained quiet, “privately.”

A click of the tongue, “as colorless as you are- ah, no offense, he’s just not fond of you.” Shadow Milk spoke up before pushing aside the room door next to them, “I will… I want to make sure things go smoothly for us. Erasing my past mistakes is harder than you think.”

White Lily nodded as she entered the room, watching as Shadow Milk closed it. It’s strange looking at the man who’s a shell… not even- an entirely different version of himself. Seeking repentance for something that seems completely foreign to his identity. She watched as he combed his braid to a ponytail, seeming somewhat distressed as he tried not to let any expressions show.

“Whaddya want to ask?” Shadow Milk took out a chair before sitting on it, placing his head on his knees, “I mean, many questions to be asked and I have many answers-”

She sighed in response, “Let’s cut this simply, what was that letter about?”

“Oh,” Shadow Milk’s voice went flat, cheer dissipating as he frowned, “Dunno, and! Even if I did- no can do,” he sighed looking away, “and I’m not going to bother him over a letter that makes him have a nasty glare on his face every time he looks at it.”

White Lily slowly took in the information as she glanced at the door, “Pure Vanilla, how is he?”

“Dunno how, but he hates you even more,” Shadow Milk shrugged as he began to smile timidly, placing his legs down as he caressed his cheeks, “but he’s become something that's bloomed into something beautiful, when there’s nothing else that needs his attention his eyes are always on me.”

White Lily no more than watched, but she wasn’t fond of the sound of anything Shadow Milk was saying- too wrapped up in his own delusion… But his soul jam seemed to faintly glow as he continued to talk about Pure Vanilla.

“You know, ever since the spire, I think he’s been in love with me-” Shadow Milk hummed, highlighting the bites on his neck, “after all that’s why he- that’s why he? Hm, no problem, you should see how nice his soul jam looks now, pretty like a pearl!”

White Lily nodded as she watched Shadow Milk pipe down, a question sparking in her mind, “Shadow Milk,” she called, “when did you stop using magic?”

“That one’s easy,” he snapped, “right after I left the spire, I don’t remember well- I was knocked out for a few days~ But, our first meal together was a piece of bread-”

She watched as Shadow Milk continued to spout information… but it was confirmed, Pure Vanilla had been using Dark Moon magic, likely directly after Shadow Milk was taken from the tower… Now that she thought about it, she could practically feel the essence of his magic wafting off of Shadow Milk, it almost felt like he was a second presence of Pure Vanilla.

“Nilly was so kind too, his bed was so soft after he finished my-uh rehabilitation, he let me sleep in it,” Shadow Milk spouted, “Ah! Is there anything else that you would like to ask?”

“Then, one last question,” White Lily decided to ask, something more genuine to sate her own curiosity, “If you were offered your magic back, would you take it?”

“No.” Shadow Milk responded surprisingly quickly before leaning back and pausing, “Well, unless it makes Nilly happy… But there's no need for any magic, if I don’t want to walk, I’ll be carried, if I don’t want to fight, Nilly’s right there- and so on.”

White Lily paused at that, it was a confirmation: Shadow Milk is no longer here. Tamed, broken… whatever Pure Vanilla did to him.

“Now- are we finished here?” Shadow Milk stood up, stretching with his arms raised, “I’m never doing this again. Nilly doesn’t like you, so it’s the same for me. Now, if this ever does happen, learn how to ask better questions; your interrogations are such a bore.”

White Lily sighed, watching the other exit the room with a wave, “understood… Why did you speak with me then?”

“Anything to prove how diplomatic I am,” Shadow Milk slinked out into the hall, grinning as he waved at her, “anyway, my wonderful orchid awaits me, see-ya, or not, I don’t care~”

White Lily pushed the chair Shadow Milk had neglected to push back into its place. Gathering her thoughts as her hand glides along the back of the chair, as if she were trying to smooth them down.

Whatever state Pure Vanilla was in isn’t a good sign, even if the traces of Dark Moon magic or any forbidden magic seemed to have dissipated. Whatever happened to Shadow Milk remained a mystery in the air as well; however, there were no traces that seemed to have directly altered his mental state. 

She wasn’t able to study him directly from her distance, but she was able to get a good read on Shadow Milk, while it wasn’t entirely clear what may have afflicted him. She was able to note it was more psychological than magical… something truly irreversible; she didn’t know whether to feel pity for the beast or relief he would never come back.

Shadow Milk also seemed to be entirely drowned in some kind of lovesickness. She shook her head. Releasing her grasp from the chair and stepping away, it’s best not to focus on those kinds of things… especially in emotions she wasn’t well-versed in.

As she stepped away to open the door, her mind rested on it for a bit more, she was reminded of how Pure Vanilla would stare at Shadow Milk, how he seemed to mirror her former friend. Glints of awe and some form of emotions that were difficult to read, joy that seemed to touch every word when they discussed their object of affection… Whatever it was, underneath it all, something just barely eerie, it didn’t feel like love, to say the least . Or not a love she was familiar with.

She slid the door open, glancing down the hall, and her eyes locked with someone else's- 

She looked down, feeling the intensity of the other’s gaze as her eyes met with a soul jam… Pure Vanilla’s she noted, and it seemed like the beast wasn’t exaggerating, while it was no pearl… Pure Vanilla’s soul jam had shifted from its eerily dark hue to a milky white. That’s not the Light of Truth; her mind vehemently rejected any idea of that possibility, and yet it was undeniable. 

She lowered her gaze as she barely noticed Shadow Milk’s presence, he was hugged around Pure Vanilla’s torso, purring contentedly, a face that seemed like utter bliss. As her eyes paid attention to the beast, her gaze felt as if it was dragged away, eyes guided as she met Pure Vanilla’s face, his smile wholly unreadable.

“White Lily, I wasn’t expecting you.” She was expecting any form of malice in his voice, and yet not a thing gave away his inner thoughts; her analysis being met with a stiff, unnerving smile, “How funny, we both came a day early.”

“I’m meeting the others, I’ll be out of your sight soon,” White Lily moved past the two, exiting, something inside chanted like a hushed mantra to leave. Turning from the hall as she scanned around for everyone…

She lingered around the area for a while as she continued to hear murmuring that she couldn’t ignore. 

“Darling… Shadow Milk wake up…” Pure Vanilla’s voice trailed off as White Lily caught the sound of faint purring, “My love, you can’t melt into my side like this before we get into bed… Ah, unless?”

“Hey… mmn don’t be a tease, carry me into our room,” Shadow Milk whined, “I’m tired.”

White Lily picked up her foot and decided to walk away- this was too intimate, a moment she didn’t want to intrude on. But as she picked up her step-

Pure Vanilla spoke up, before his voice twisted into a pout, “So my love, what did you two talk about? You had me worried where you wandered off to-”

“You’re acting like our soul jams aren’t connected,” Shadow Milk huffed, as a kiss could be heard, before his voice calmed into something satisfied, “Well- it was no more than a few questions about you, nothing insightful either, just a bore.”

“Hmm, is that so? What questions would you have liked to have been asked, a study guide, being quizzed on that book you read?” Pure Vanilla’s voice lilted into something amused, “Oh, to know what my darling wants in this world beyond me! Even if our soul jams are connected by the Light of Ob- truth .”

“Hah? Nilly, you know all I want is an eternity with you.” The opening of the door could be heard, “you’re too silly, my silly silly-Nilly~, now you should…”

The voices became muffled as the closing of a door could be heard. White Lily sighed as she decided to seek out where the others might have gone. Sighing as she began to wander the hall, she glided her hand across the wall as she walked. Smooth while reflecting the cold tundra of the outside underneath her fingertips.

The Light of ‘truth’ he ’mentioned’, she suspected Pure Vanilla dropped that on purpose. While she didn’t know what he was hiding… It worried her that he was getting harder and harder to read with every passing day.

As she continued to trail down the hall, she started to hear the echoes of another set of voices.

“... she said you did a good job here!” White Lily could easily decipher the voice as Hollyberry spoke, “I quite agree…”

White Lily continued to follow the voice through the halls, navigating them easily; it might have been a long time, yet they were familiar.

Another voice spoke with less of an echo, one she could easily hear, “Yes, my subjects here have taken good care of this place and its expansion. I’m glad it seems that both of you have noticed.”

White Lily soon turned the corner, appearing before Hollyberry and Dark Cacao, both of them turning towards her. She glanced over both of their stares, unlike previous events, they were gentle looking, glazed over her with fondness… unlike the previous cold distance of his eyes, she erased it from her mind.

“White Lily, glad to see you, sorry for leaving before. I was just talking with Dark Cacao,” Hollyberry spoke, voice filled with her usual cheer, “hope I didn’t leave you waiting for too long.”

“No worries, Hollyberry, do you know where everyone else is?” She gave an earnest response, attempting to smile back to return the energy. Hollyberry’s presence seemingly lifted the very weight off of White Lily’s shoulders.

Dark Cacao responded in turn with a light smile. White Lily remembered his previous stiffness from before as she took in the sight, “The others are being toured by Crunchy Chip at the request of Wildberry. Carmel Arrow has been dismissed to rest before we head off to our subjugation tomorrow.”

White Lily smiled back as she settled herself into the conversation, the room just a bit warmer than before as she thought about how he cared for his subjects more straightforwardly, “Then I assume things will be set for tomorrow?”

She was given a nod in response, no excess dialogue needed; it seemed the silence of understanding was enough.

“Hah, and he didn’t just say ‘you’re dismissed, go to sleep.’ he gave a deep nod as he patted her shoulder,” Hollyberry interrupted teasingly, placing a hand on her hip in amusement. “It seems like you've gained a lot from Mystic Flour.” 

“A lot lifted off my shoulders in passing times,” Dark Cacao allowed himself a greater smile as his eyes creased with joy as something nostalgic layered his voice, “I can afford to show my concern now and then, now, where were we?”

“Expansion wasn’t it, anyhow, what were you off to White Lily, anything that you want to say?” Hollyberry asked.

“Nothing in particular,” her mind flashed back to the previous meeting, “I need to rest my mind before I settle on things. How long do you plan on staying?”

Dark Cacao stepped in to clarify the king, giving a heavy breath as he clarified, “It wasn’t an open invitation, however, it should remain as long as there is reason she can stay here for as long as she desires.”

“Oh?” Hollyberry pats Dark Cacao’s back with her typical pats, shaking the other with her force, “and what if I decide I quite like your kingdom and become its permanent resident?” She joked a teasing lilt to her voice before pausing as she shifted to somber, “But would you like me to stay by your side?”

“... I think I'll be fine.” White Lily responded, giving the queen a nod as she affirmed her own beliefs. Her smile turned to something melancholy. “There's nothing we can do, and he seems to be restraining himself quite well.”

“So I’m assuming you met him,” Dark Cacao frowned, the mood dampening as he took notice of White Lily’s worries. He sighed, “I worry for him, I fear only he has deteriorated during his trip to Beast-Yeast…”

White Lily rubbed her hand down her staff as she looked down, “I don’t know if that's the case,” she murmured before speaking up more clearly, “I think… It was an acceleration.”

“Acceleration, huh?” Hollyberry affirmed, before she relaxed herself deeply, breathing out, her chest falling, “It’s self-inflicted, isn’t it? Then Shadow Milk…”

“The beast is the best thing we have,” Dark Cacao concluded, taking over as Hollyberry seemed reluctant as if she would have spoken it into existence, “he’s the saving grace we have, Pure Vanilla has proved himself willing to do anything for the other…” Dark Cacao allowed himself a sliver of vulnerability in his voice as he slouched, “and the only way we can keep Pure Vanilla around.”

“Shadow Milk exists as both a catalyst and as you implied,” White Lily corrected, Pure Vanilla’s fall was a series of simple yet complex and nothing more than inevitable, “but so we never see what lies underneath his murky soul jam… It’s best we protect what he covets with an equal fervor. I wouldn’t like to see what happens next.”

Hollyberry seemed to restrain herself from showing any more emotion than she intended, “Are you sure that you don’t want me to stick around for any longer?” She swallowed as she already knew the answer, “Then, tomorrow give me a good send off, okay?”

“I would be glad to send you and Wildberry off Hollyberry,” White Lily looked up, smiling at the other, “Then both of you, have a good night. I’m going to retire early, then.”

“Good night then, White Lily, I’ll look forward to seeing you next morning!” Hollyberry chirped, ruffling White Lily’s hair. 

“Ah, I also hope you have a nice rest,” Dark Cacao replied, “please let me know if there’s anything I can do to help you if you have a hard time sleeping, tomorrow will be a long day.”

“Thank you both…” She nodded, bowing as she excused herself and entered the hall.

White Lily retraced her steps carefully, treading as to make sure she wouldn’t enter the wrong room, walking away from the solemn scene as she bit her lip. Keeping her pace as she could feel the cool air embrace her, seeping into her skin, breathing out as she regained her composure.

But then she stopped looking up at the disturbance, a set of closed eyes opening to bore into her, mismatched eyes with a soulless gaze looking upon her… Pure Vanilla again, she internally sighed, unwilling to want to confront him this early. He seemed equally unamused before his gaze was smoothed over, eyes softening, yet no light seemed to appear in them. His hair seemed to have been meticulously groomed as if every strand was placed to perfectly frame his face, but his expression only made it seem unnerving.

White Lily studied him a bit more with the appearance she was ‘granted’, the changes in the other were subtle, just something sharper, in comparison to his previous appearances. Getting a good look at him was… difficult because he was practically radiant despite everything. But lowering his gaze, it appeared he neglected to cover up his neck as he usually did, a lieu of marks taking their place on the skin.

The state of his soul jam was easy to analyze, too, while the color was a milky hue, as if a cloudy blue compared to its typical blue, it was just as bright, if not brighter. White Lily didn’t want the thought in her mind to exist, but it’s almost as if the Light of Truth has been twisted into something that Pure Vanilla deemed as the most important truth. She took her mind off it.

“Why are you heading this way?” Pure Vanilla asked, his voice strained, yet it seemed as if drops of amused venom seeped in, “Don’t tell me you're lost?”

White Lily paused; it seemed childish to respond in a similar manner, “Then just point me the right way and I’ll be out of your way.”

A twitch of his lips stopping it from turning into a snarl, as if he was in between antagonizing her or defending his ground, before he sighed relaxing his posture into a smile While Lily has never seen before, something rehearsed as if he spent time practicing to use this smile as a mask, “Ah… no worries why don’t we talk while I guide you there?”

White Lily gave a glance at Pure Vanilla, sighing, rubbing the back of her neck to soothe her riled up nerves, telling her to get away, “... if you insist on it, however, I’m not willing to tolerate any torment from you should you antagonize me.”

“Haha, I would never, unless you have thin ski-” Pure Vanilla responded before glancing at White Lily’s expression, tilting his head away with a cough, “I must have picked that up from somewhere, please ignore that.”

They began to walk with quite a distance between them, taking up half of the hallway as neither of them wanted to close any gaps. White Lily let herself gaze at Pure Vanilla; he was clearly not fond of being by her side. So she looked away, letting the silence between them comfort her, rather than the sugar-coated venom laced with mockery.

He stopped walking as he seemed to groan in a way that sounded like a hiss, rubbing at his temples as the grip on his staff strengthened, “I know you must have many questions, hmm? So speak now or forever hold your peace.” He threatened by placing a few fingers on his soul jam as if he knowingly highlighted her curiosities.

“Are you going to be honest then?” White Lily allowed him a place in her mind once more.

“Oh, the Light of ‘truth’ is surely in the room with us,” Pure Vanilla stated, a frown entered immediately, turning to a smile, yet something self-deprecating swirled underneath his voice, “unless you would like the biggest liar to return to speaking words you like to hear?”

White Lily took it as permission to ask freely, “Then I take it that the Light of Truth isn’t in the room with us, is it?”

“No comment,” Pure Vanilla hummed, placing a hand on his chin as he reconsidered, “hm, because I’m nice, it is, if it was. Take it as you will, it's name doesn’t matter, does it?”

White Lily would rather not decipher that statement, but she got the gist of what he was implying is that it isn’t the Light of Truth, or at least it was twisted into whatever his murky soul jam truly was, “Sure… why were you here-” were you eavesdropping on our conversation? She stopped herself from asking.

“Hm? Of course I wasn’t trying to listen to such a private discussion about me,” He smiled as he easily read White Lily, “honestly I don’t know why you keep considering my presence as a threat, I don’t peek into the monstrosities in your closet so why should you try and barge into mine? Ah, but it was somewhat correct, Shadow Milk is my lover, you know, of course I’m willing to be nice for his sake.”

White Lily exhaled. He was listening to the whole thing, “Then… Why are you here right now and guiding me to my room?”

“That’s an interesting question, I'm sure you won’t take the kindness of my heart as a valid answer… but I was just taking in some fresh air and I noticed you seemed to be making your way to our room… and I would prefer the scent of lilies not making its way in ah… nightly activities.” Pure Vanilla smiled at her, innocently pretending as if he didn’t say something that was blatantly unnecessary information.

She was going to promptly forget this information was ever spoken, Perhaps it was for the best that her scent remained absent from ‘nightly activities.’ She bit down a grimace before she shifted the conversation to something else, “... did you perceive that as necessary information?”

“White Lily, when have I ever failed to enable your curiosity?” Pure Vanilla responded with his typical plastered smile.

White Lily pinched in between her eyes with a sigh, “Many times,” she didn’t know what tempted her to ask the next thought, but she couldn’t help but ponder aloud, “... are you still on good terms with Golden Cheese, how is she doing?”

“Oh and what sparked this jealous of our friendship,” Pure Vanilla seemed to take his time to study White Lily’s reaction, frowning when she gave him nothing, “but what would you like to know about her curious, because I'm sure when it comes to your relationship- well it’s easy to predict~”

“Stop it, besides that I just want to know how she’s doing, I’m giving her space at her request…” White Lily responded, snipping any further mockery before he could force anything to blossom.

“Golden Cheese, huh,” Pure Vanilla’s voice softened as his expression softened to something more genuine as he smiled, “She’s barely changed a bit, her radiance comes from her strength, but dare I say it, I think she’s been cloaked in an air of wisdom.”

White Lily took in the words carefully, the air around him had wavered, becoming less oppressive for a second. Thus, she let herself loosen her guard as she thought about Golden Cheese. The queen had always been resilient, but knowing that Golden Cheese was doing well put White Lily at ease before she felt Pure Vanilla return and his voice twist.

“And to think it’s without you as well, tragic, huh?” He returned to mocking White Lily with a grin, “So are you going to apologize or something, hm? Seeing how you plan on fixing it all up piqued my curiosity if you answer my question this time.”

“... I’m still chasing the time I’ve lost Pure Vanilla,” White Lily sighed, deciding to give the other a proper answer, “Dark Enchantress is years ahead of me, I have to let time heal and mend the things I can. An apology will come when she is ready to accept it.”

“Ah? So this is your penitence, then I’ll slip in my advice…” Pure Vanilla nodded as he smiled as if contemplating finishing his sentence, “You can only be granted that when Dark Enchantress ceases to exist.”

White Lily’s steps stuttered as she glanced back at him, while Pure Vanilla had changed, she could hear a pool of contempt she had never expected from him, “I don’t think my plan has ever deviated from that… however, you-”

“Her redemption is impossible, even if she had a change of heart, I think I would rather watch her crumble and suffer than be on any form of good terms with her.” His malice was thick as his face was akin to disgust, throwing up at the idea of such a possibility.

“Are you upset at me or her?” White Lily paused, her eyes bearing witness to something she’s practically never seen, his expression no more then dead, his face still as he opened his eyes with a gaze that was piercing yet cold, but not looking at her but through White Lily, as if she was no more than a sliver of light like the phantoms of her memory.

“I can be upset at both of you for entirely unrelated reasons,” he smiled, not a touch of light given to his eyes, “but take my advice seriously if you seek redemption.”

White Lily nodded as the conversation slowed to a stop, the air an empty hollow between them, too uncomfortable for cold yet not enough to be freezing. It’s clear Pure Vanilla sought two things from her: cooperation in Dark Enchantress’s demise and an apology from White Lily that she wasn’t sure of the contents he wanted her to provide.

But she also became vaguely aware that anything that could invoke Pure Vanilla to display such blatant hostility that he neglected to give to White Lily. She could easily assume what could have happened… It’s likely Dark Enchantress trespassed a ‘forbidden boundary’ to harm the one thing that Pure Vanilla coveted, or perhaps a mention or the mere idea is what drove him to have such vindictive behavior against Dark Enchantress.

Pure Vanilla’s walking came to a pause as he pointed down a hallway, giving her a smile that was now typical to expect to see plastered on his face. “Then this is where I stop, whatever information I offered you… I expect that you will use it wisely.”

White Lily didn’t offer a response as she walked down the hall. She turned back to realize it seemed Pure Vanilla had almost vanished, with no trace of him willing to linger. She sighed, turning back as she attempted to navigate to a vacant room.

She pushed open a door as she looked around. The room was vacant, lacking any trace of personalization. No more than a vague air of the Cacao Kingdom gracing each piece of furniture. Though for some reason she felt that it had been awaiting visitors, she closed the door behind her, turning back to sit on the bed. 

Lying down, it felt as if her mind pounded with the fury of emotions, and White Lily took a deep breath, anything she could do to calm herself with a deep breath soothing herself.

As much as she hoped things would pass, she limited herself to wishing for one thing:

For that, no one else would fall like he did, or at the very least, she would have a chance to soothe their worries and prevent their fall…

He wasn’t upset… not at all. Shadow Milk poked at Pure Vanilla’s cheek with a pout, seeing the man refuse to rouse from his sleep. 

Shadow Milk sighed as he rolled off the bed, landing on his feet as he stretched his back to robe himself, picking up the clothing, feeling the silk underneath his fingertips as he held a thought to himself. 

It had been less than a year, not even half, and they were this domestic. He held the thought with a frown. The memories that once vanished became clearer; he wondered if this was the bliss he once sought back when he was the Fount of Knowledge… he pitied whatever universe that he chose to stay locked up in a room rather than accept this life. 

But it was strange, despite it all feeling almost crystal clear, since that one day he’s been completely separated from those memories… The pain was gone- but so was the joy, his pulse remains steady when he remembers the worst days of his life, and he no longer has a fond nostalgia for those of the past… Even if Black Sapphire and Candy Apple used to be a vague notion of sunshine, now they felt no- no they weren’t even cold.

Shadow Milk adjusted his soul jam into position, he wondered if anything would change if he saw them face to face. After all, soon… he would meet Mystic Flour, wouldn’t he? He bit his lip as he stared at himself in the mirror, so hard it could almost crack-

“My love, why are you looking like that?” a tired voice spoke with a vague curiosity peeking through, Pure Vanilla wrapping his arms around Shadow Milk.

Shadow Milk hummed as he stared in the mirror as the thought became real and his doubts took over his voice, “Do you think… she will even recognize me? I mean at least I look like back when I was the…” he glanced away as Pure Vanilla ran a few fingers through the others hair.

“Does it matter?” Shadow Milk saw the king's smile in the mirror, sharp yet gentle, as if he was expecting this answer to easily quell the questions… and it did, something in him released as if a tension was snapped, as he sighed, eyes softening as he stared at his reflection.

“No it doesn’t,” Shadow Milk picked up a tie passing it to Pure Vanilla, watching as the king began to braid his hair with ease, he didn’t know why but another doubt seemed to be fished out as he remembered the events of yesterday… the scent of lilies brought to the front of his mind, If you were offered your magic back would you take it?

“My darling, please let me know if you have anything on your mind,” Pure Vanilla called, tying the hair up with a knot, “I can soothe it all, should you wish for it,” he brought the braid to his lips giving it a kiss, “you may think your hiding these pains well, but I understand you better then myself, my healing is only for you after all…”

“If I ever got my magic back… would you be happy?” Shadow Milk asked, he may have given up his wings and his claws were trimmed, and yet something in him screamed that he wouldn’t mind to have been declawed as well…

Pure Vanilla paused before sighing wrapping his arms around the other, using a hand to trail along marks that littered the others neck, “Shadow Milk,” he spoke causing a shutter, how long has it been since that name graced his lips, “as long as you're happy and stay by my side… I could care less about what happens, I do not care if I have to carry you in my arms or if you wish to float by my side.”

“Don’t misconstrue my words you… marshmallow brained buffoon,” Shadow Milk pulled at the king's cheek, “there's no way you're getting out of your service of carrying me around as a permanent steed.”

“But of course there's nothing more than I would like for you to ride-” a quick elbow to the stomach quickly quelled Pure Vanilla’s speech, “ahem- anyways I don’t mind granting back your magic, but is there anything you would actually need it for?”

“Well unless you would like to be the ladder for me to grab books for all eternity… and think about it, what if your not there and I make a great tumble and then” Shadow Milk pause mocking a sob curling into the kings neck, “splat, all gone,” Shadow Milk leaned away sticking out his tongue teasingly.

Turning to Pure Vanilla his expression was grim and Shadow Milk could feel the stored magic in him frenzy burning his throat away, before the cogs turned in Pure Vanilla’s brain as he brushed away the possibility when he realized his lover was joking and he saw the king smile pulling Shadow Milk in for a kiss, “My love what a terrifying joke, should such remarks continue… I fear I would have no choice but to tie you to my side.”

“I would rather die than get dragged into another awkward meal as I sit in your lap as you speak about boring policies to those nobodies- I mean beneficial know-nothings” Shadow Milk huffed pulling the kings cheek, “you should just retire now, I’m sure they can take care of themselves… I mean, just talk in the carriage seat as you pick a successor…”

“Darling I have never dragged you anywhere…” Pure Vanilla frowned, “and a successor or at least the ideal one I want to train will take just a few more years okay?”

Shadow Milk sighed, with a groan as he was picked up, “fine then, tell them to bring their own food. I can't take another day of them looking at my cooking like that when they don’t take time to ask anyone else to bring food.”

“You’re still training… would you like me to invite a chef to help tutor-”

“Nuh-uh, no way I’ve read every book I can… I’ll get it eventually, you like my food don’t you?” Shadow Milk pushed himself out of the king's arms to walk, snaking himself around Pure Vanilla’s arm.

“Of course I love anything that my darling makes for me!” Pure Vanilla smiled, with the same face that matched the expression of a liar, as Shadow Milk resorted to a second jab to the king's side, “... cooking like any other life skill takes time, and I’m happy with any nutrition my beloved gives me- you’ll get it soon.”

Shadow Milk looked away with a huff as he followed Pure Vanilla’s strides, “So Nilly where are we heading? Dark Cacao? Seems quite early, no?”

Pure Vanilla responded with a smile stopping his steps as he gestured vaguely towards another appearance, Hollyberry with Wildberry by her side both carrying some items that seemed to be from the Dark Cacao Kingdom. She appeared to take notice, placing the items in her arms down and approaching the two.

“Seems like you’re in good shape!” Hollyberry called out, smiling yet something was reserved in her eyes, seeming like they wanted to trail down to Pure Vanilla’s soul jam yet never quite crossing that line, “I was hoping to catch a moment before we left.”

“Oh and I was hoping we could have a meal before heading out,” Pure Vanilla smiled in turn, even if his smile refused to show it, Shadow Milk could sense the unease mixed with bubbling joy, “... perhaps I should have reached out yesterday.”

“Oho? Pure Vanilla asking me out to go eat? How the tables turn,” Hollyberry laughed, hand thumping against Pure Vanilla’s shoulder with joy, and Shadow Milk could see as the king’s tensing crumbled away. “It’s a shame I already ate breakfast, however I’ll take up the offer next time we meet. Today's a busy day for you isn’t it?”

Pure Vanilla replied with a knowing frown, “Indeed, my friend, apologies for not coming sooner, I got too comfortable in the bed Dark Cacao had offered,” the king had lied through his lips, he wasn’t even in bed when Shadow Milk had fallen to sleep, “but a meal when we have time sounds wonderful.”

Shadow Milk sighed as he committed himself to become an observer of the conversation listening as he looked up at Hollyberry studying her face, she seemed quite comfortable, her smile clear and her posture relaxed as she spoke. He looked up at Pure Vanilla despite his lying. He seemed to reflect the same air, mimicking her comfort with a similar smile, but…

“You know…” Pure Vanilla spoke up with an unfaltering smile, “I wish you had told me you were coming to drop White Lily off” he plastered a frown just as quickly, yet he remained relaxed, “I would have surely opened up some time for you.”

Hollyberry seemed to quickly pick up on it, sighing as she pat the other on the shoulder, “Act how you feel Pure Vanilla,” she looked down her gaze resting before she flickered back to looking at the king, “I don’t enjoy this, but should that offer remain in good will, I’ll tell you I came in on a whim and leaving on it too, can’t put a letter in for that.”

“Ah, I apologize,” Pure Vanilla bit his lip trying to force himself into something genuine, his face twisting in discomfort before resting to something neutral, perhaps an outsider would call it empty, “It wasn’t my intent to come off as hostile, adjusting with some changes will take time…” Pure Vanilla scratched at his chin giving way to a more natural smile.

Hollyberry glanced down at Pure Vanilla’s soul jam as if eyeing it before studying the king's face, giving an exhale, “Changes…” she seemed to note aloud, before contemplating her next words “I don’t mean to be rude here then, but, do you plan on patching thing’s up with White Lily?”

“Huh?” Pure Vanilla his eyes clearly not expecting that question as he let lose his composure eyes widened, as Shadow Milk felt his unease, the king attempting to stammer to cover it up “No, I mean- It’s complicated, as of right now I don’t plan on it but should the circumstances be cleared up then… ” He bit his lip grasping for any amount of control, “I realize I’m placing pressure in the wrong places but there are events ongoing that my judgement will not easily be soothed.”

Hollyberry was easy to read, she frowned it was written on her face with how her eyes seemed to be both filled with pity and grief, like a solemn sea, the forgiveness that was once free now became conditional, “I’m sure she would like to make amends, I’m sure she misses your bond-”

“That won’t be happening, not that I wouldn’t offer it should I be satisfied,” Pure Vanilla seemed to speak some kind of insecurity into existence by how the air turned to something solemn, “good terms is not the same as ‘before’,” he clarified, before smiling, “but I’m sure things will change for the better soon.”

Hollyberry gave a sad smile before turning around and picking up, “You know right, if there's anything on your mind you can feel free to tell me right?” And Shadow Milk felt the king stiffen up, looking up he seemed to be three shades paler, “Now, off I go can’t be a sitting duck when my kingdom’s expecting me!”

Pure Vanilla then relaxed, exhaling deeply, but Shadow Milk could feel the reverberations of panic thrumming with frenzy as if he was seen through- Pure Vanilla gave a smile placing a hand on his chest as if trying to soothe himself, sighing, “... Of course, anything for my dear friend, haha- then would you like me to send you off when you’re heading out?”

“Of course!” Hollyberry strolled up to the king, freeing her arm to give a halfway hug, patting his shoulder, before she resumed, “I would be a fool to refuse, haha!” 

She stepped away and her gaze soon drifted lower as she made eye contact with Shadow Milk, her eyes widened with surprise, glancing away then looking back as if affirming his presence.

“You’re invited too as always haha!” She spoke up as if correcting a mistake, she grinned shifting her arm before resettling it under the box she was holding- before she glanced up, then turned her gaze back to Shadow Milk shifting her arm and patted the others head, “Then, now I’ll be off.”

Shadow Milk watched her leave as he freed a hand from Pure Vanilla’s arm, smoothing his hair down, waiting for just a moment as he stopped hearing the echo of her footsteps.

“Nilly,” he glanced up seeing a neutral expression, before it twisted to a frown as the king gripped his own soul jam, in turn Shadow Milk placed a gentle hand on top of Pure Vanilla’s, as Shadow Milk attempted to pull out a soothing tone, “Why don’t we… get something to eat, the cuisine of the Dark Cacao Kingdom is a nice difference from the usual, no?”

He saw Pure Vanilla visually relax before he cracked a smile, “Haha, that’s right, eating yes, I’ll try asking Dark Cacao…” He frowned, releasing his grip from his soul jam, “she didn’t tell me when she’s going to leave.”

Shadow Milk granted the other his grace and ignored it, “Well then, where to?”

“Where to…?” Pure Vanilla paused, before giving a hum “I think we should maybe talk to Dark Cacao, I had a few questions anyways.”

“A few questions hmm?” Shadow Milk teased a bit before he offhandedly let a thought slip, “About Hollyberry, are you willing to share your thoughts?”

The hall went silent with no more than their footsteps empty as it echoed against the walls, Shadow Milk not letting even the twitching of Pure Vanilla’s shut eyes go unnoticed as he tried to take a visual read. He watched as the king exhaled before his voice finally came to.

“Hollyberry hm, she’s more keen then I remember…” Pure Vanilla responded with a whisper as if it were no more than a message for Shadow Milk to hear, “but it’s disturbing, she knows nothing… and yet sometimes I feel like I’ve been seen through. I can appreciate her patience however.”

Shadow Milk took in the insecurities with a nod and smile, as an all too familiar thought came back to him and he wondered… Does her observations even matter? In the end everyone was at a stand still, looking at Pure Vanilla’s pearl of a soul jam yet never pursuing him as long as he remained passive… in the end, the only correct sentiment was that nothing else mattered as long as they’re together.

“Shadow Milk,” and once again his name was called in full as he glanced up, perhaps this new occurrence was a habit? 

Shadow Milk looked up, realizing they were in a more ‘private space,’ as Pure Vanilla grasped his lover’s hands, Shadow Milk’s palms molded to caress the milky soul jam.

 “... it’s all yours, everything is for you, and you won’t change right?”  The voice that whispered was raw, a glint of vulnerability that was a flame only Shadow Milk could grasp without being burned, or perhaps his nerves could no longer feel it. 

Pure Vanilla’s face was solemn as he frowned, an unusual crack that Shadow Milk noticed had formed recently. Shadow Milk felt as if there was some grand irony, everything changes and it was painfully numbing that for whatever this was, perhaps they have both become unrecognizable.

The king continued, grasping to his lover too tight for comfort, yet not an ounce of pain, “... I’m sorry I haven’t been open… but after we finish with Mystic Flour, I’ll explain it, the letter. ”

Shadow Milk allowed himself to be hugged for a moment longer tracing his fingers along Pure Vanilla’s back, “I’m happy you finally decided to come out about this, but no matter what I’m satisfied as long as we’re together.”

“Is that so?” The king sighed happily, clearly at ease, giving Shadow Milk a kiss, leaning back, “I figured I should share this…” because she easily saw through me, “Ah, even if it’s just my imagination, my love deserves to know all of the juicy details doesn’t he?”

“Of course I need to know all of the dramatics, things were becoming such a bore I was planning on leaving,” Shadow Milk teased mocking a yawn before he took in Pure Vanilla’s face.

Quickly covered in something grim, despite the joke, it seemed to only dampen his mood.

“It’s a joke,” Shadow Milk stuck his tongue out, poking the king's nose, “you better fix your humor after you dump that info, every time I say something you look like a ghost, you out of everyone should laugh at the impossible after all.”

“I can’t help it, you place such grim thoughts into the air, and my imagination recently hasn’t been helping with those kinds of jokes…” Pure Vanilla trailed off, looking away before he returned with something akin to a mix of a frown and a pout.

“And maybe you should respect my well-placed agenda to be coddled.” Shadow Milk managed to swiftly switch gears as Pure Vanilla wrapped the other into a hug, practically like a melting goo on top of him as he clung, Shadow Milk coughed before clarifying, “coddled, not stuffed animal.”

Pure Vanilla responded with an obtuse smile, gripping a little bit tighter, “Apologies darling, but for you there are many alignments with your previous request haha,” Shadow Milk shivered with joy, yet he melted with relaxation upon hearing the laugh.

Shadow Milk sighed as he hugged back, “Are you settled now?” he asked, running his fingers through the other’s hair.

“Hmmm, it’s a shame we're quite busy right now,” Pure Vanilla trilled, picking the other up, as he smiled at Shadow Milk… the one that was only for him now, “otherwise I would have asked for just a moment longer~”

In the corner of his eye, Shadow Milk noticed a little ‘audience member’ slip away, her green dress slinking into another hall. And perhaps it was best she forgot what she saw…

Shadow Milk shifted his gaze back to the king as he got comfortable in the other’s arms, Pure Vanilla trailing through the halls, “Then let's meet Dark Cacao, there might not be much to say but a check in is nice,” then something a bit quieter spoke through no more than a whisper meant for the other, “... Thank you as always my darling.”

“Hm, what was that?” Shadow Milk teased, poking the king’s cheek, “My~ I think you need to lay it on thicker or else my ego will crumble hm?”

“Of co-” Shadow Milk placed a hand to the other's mouth as he faked a yawn, resting his head onto the crook of the king’s neck, Pure Vanilla complying as he stayed silent.

Shadow Milk rested as he listened to the steps echo off the wall, sitting in silence as he closed his eyes, allowing himself a moment to rest. 

It was a strange thought when he reflected on this morning, he let the remembrance of his magic linger, as convenient as it was, he was never the strongest. Not like it would have helped in that room anyways… However, it was strange getting used to it; his body couldn’t quite change, but he had never realized how strenuous walking is… 

But Pure Vanilla always lending support was, well, a given, considering how he came to terms that this body wasn’t well built… A shame that Dark Enchantress gloated, and all she provided was this- he sighed, a body that easily gets tired, although perhaps the assistance wasn’t all too bad.

He was surprised he was no longer able to suppress his fatigue- well, he was understanding his limits, he supposed… 

His mind flickered back to their first moments, or at least his first moments in the Vanilla Kingdom, a room with endless looping. He wondered why Pure Vanilla was so persistent on keeping him weak with the feedings in the room… If the previous version of him would know this bliss, one day. He pitied how Pure Vanilla likely struggled back then; it must have been hard trying to communicate with something that refused to connect and fought to not understand.

Shadow Milk opened his eyes as he let those thoughts dissipate, no more than crumbs that didn’t matter, other than the fact that perhaps he should be carried more~

Pure Vanilla stopped, and Shadow Milk looked around him, noticing another presence. He stepped down, attaching himself to the king’s side. Looking at the figure up and down, her appearance was clear, Caramel Arrow, he remembered; Dark Cacao’s subordinate… one not quite fond of him.

“You two,” she spoke, struggling to hide any animosity, she took a deep breath before standing tall, “why are you here?”

Shadow Milk placed a hand on Pure Vanilla’s robes firmly grasping them before giving a tug, “Mn, we’re looking for Dark Cacao, where is he?”

She stayed quiet as if studying the two, before giving a sharp exhale and nodding. She turned away before walking, a peculiar hostility resting in the air, clearly unwilling to entertain no more than what was asked of her.

Shadow Milk sighed. This boundary was… acceptable. Although he wasn’t fond of her obvious distrust in Pure Vanilla, he appreciated the lack of hostilities…

He wondered what she saw in them, constantly disparaging Pure Vanilla as no more than a snake… At first, she paid no mind to Shadow Milk himself, until she told him to keep a leash on Pure Vanilla, he would give her words no time of day. Whatever her thoughts were of them, they were clearly absurd- 

And yet he swallowed bitterly, something deep down acknowledged her beliefs as valid, no matter what he called them; ribbons, string, lace… chains. They were binds, ones that could be interpreted as a leash, even if it was no more than both of their necks being bound by the same material. He smiled, they were at each other's beck and call, after all.

Soon, they entered a larger room, where Dark Cacao was sitting next to White Lily, talking with a smile. Caramel Arrow seemed to pause her standing silently before she turned around and left, her gaze not quite leaving them. Shadow Milk turned around; she was gone, but despite that, it felt like she was still watching. He glanced up at Pure Vanilla. Yes, he was considered a threat, wasn’t he?

But he couldn’t help but admit if it were anyone else, the accusatory glares are entirely justified… Someone who’s lost his way and discarded their virtue is no more than a beast. 

The Light of Obsession , or so he called it, he placed his fingers on his soul jam , his was no more than a weak mimicry, lacking an identity- it wears the cloth its counterpart had granted it. He wondered if there could have been a time where it shone as the Light of Knowledge once mor e…

Shadow Milk shook his head as he looked at Pure Vanilla. The king appeared to be patient as he watched the two talk, no particular emotion showing on his face before he glanced down at Shadow Milk. 

The king sighed in relief as he watched White Lily stand up and exit the scene, watching as Dark Cacao seemed to stay seated, his head turning towards them with acknowledgment. 

Pure Vanilla took a few strides and replaced White Lily’s seat, Shadow Milk firmly placing himself next to the other as Pure Vanilla wore a smile when he spoke, “Dark Cacao, I hope things have been well this morning?”

“Fine,” Dark Cacao closed his eyes as he hummed, “why are you here, Pure Vanilla? I would have expected for you to be occupied…”

“Not much but I was looking for a meal- yet I believe Hollyberry is leaving soon isn’t she?” Pure Vanilla paused as he waited for a moment to watch Dark Cacao nod, before he continued, “So I was wondering if you had anything, just a snack?”

“Cacao nibs, and a few rations patched for the venture to the Ivory Pagoda, nothing on hand,” Dark Cacao mentioned casually, as he looked down at Shadow Milk, “Although I assume he wouldn’t be fond of the nibs, apologies for my lack of foresight for the accommodations-”

“You’re fine,” Shadow Milk spoke up to clarify, his fingers toying with Pure Vanilla’s robes, “I wasn’t that hungry anyways, we were just trying to fill time…”

Dark Cacao nodded his voice, seeming just a touch smoother, “I see, then are you ready to head out on the subjugation, I suppose that’s not the correct wording for this after our discussion, expedition then?”

“Peace envoy?” Shadow Milk offered, “I mean subjugation is possible given things don’t end well-” he looked away squeezing his fists, “I mean, ah don’t take it personally, what we discussed is important but-” 

“I understand, it’s the reason why I asked White Lily to provide her service,” Dark Cacao nodded, “However, I’m confident in any form of negotiation, I’m trying my best to offer what Mystic Flour would possibly need however, her decision is something I’ve accounted for.”

Pure Vanilla nodded as he offered his question, “Dark Cacao, if I may inquire about what we’ve discussed, you seem far too willing to provide all the leeway she wants, so long as she doesn’t go out of her way to cause you harm, may I ask why?”

Dark Cacao sighed as he seemed to articulate his words, “Mystic Flour she… has benevolent beliefs, however… extreme, and I understand her beliefs and I’m willing to tolerate them because as you provided, there are many in this world and a variety of beliefs thus there will be those who flock to her… And I don’t want to force her into any position should she agree to not cause harm.”

So she wouldn’t be declawed like he was , Shadow Milk noted as he inspected his braid, rubbing the hair between his fingers before he sighed. It was fair he presumed, predictable , however , he huffed , after all, they didn’t share the same relationship he did with Pure Vanilla , thus there was no reason to change- nor make any sacrifices. He swallowed thickly, burying the thought away , it wasn’t a sacrifice if the choice was ripped away from him…

Pure Vanilla took Shadow Milk’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as the thoughts became no more than dust to a breeze, and Shadow Milk smiled at the king as he let his mind rest. 

“How kind, although I wouldn’t have expected something so amiable from you,” Pure Vanilla noted, “Is there anything that happened to make you think this way?”

Dark Cacao seemed to take a moment to reminisce, a sweet honey layering thickly over his voice as he proceeded to speak “No more than a small act of kindness that was offered to me, is there anything else you would like to ask? Hollyberry will be taking her leave soon as much as I wish for our conversation to proceed.”

Pure Vanilla hummed as he seemed to think, “Then a simpler one, how long do you think the voyage will take? She’s at the Ivory Pagoda, yes?”

“Not too long, the voyage shouldn’t take up too much time,” Dark Cacao seemed to count his fingers before continuing, “but the trip after the licorice sea shouldn’t be that difficult, during my previous expedition we came to an agreement that after we arrive to Beast-Yeast, the Ivory Pagoda will remain open to us.”

Pure Vanilla stood up, lifting Shadow Milk into a carry, the king smiling while his face showed a light surprise, “That’s quite some news to me, I must have missed that in our previous conversations… Anyhow, are you also going to send Hollyberry off then?”

“That’s to be expected,” Dark Cacao affirmed, “would you like to walk with me there?”

“I was going to offer that first,” Pure Vanilla remarked with a nod, expression opening up to something more teasing, “then I propose we move on?”

“That too was going to be my question,” Dark Cacao reciprocated the energy, “I should note that Crunchy Chip…”

Shadow Milk tuned it out with a hum as he let the two continue their mundane talks, the atmosphere becoming noticeably animated as they got comfortable in their discussion about their subordinates. 

Dark Cacao seemed to be quite a bit more comfortable talking than before, Shadow Milk noted as he watched the tired wrinkles on his face smooth out to something more joyful. He remembered back when he peered through Pure Vanilla’s memories, their talks looked something like this, perhaps less, stiff?

It was strange being able to make a similar connection to Pure Vanilla, but the truth was anything alive will inevitably change won’t it- perhaps a harrowing thought when that word reminded him of a specific spice overlord… He wondered how Golden Cheese was, she seemed quite confident in her victory.

He took note of the conversation as he heard his name be called, Pure Vanilla seemingly mentioning him off-handedly rather than directly.

“... Shadow Milk’s Spire of Deceit was quite magnificent, although I can’t say I have the most fond memories of the journey, ah but I’m sure I already told you about the details. Your time at the Ivory Pagoda, how was it? I received your report, alas it didn’t seem you added much of your personal thought?”

“The stairs were a… harrowing experience, but there were some highs along the lows I’ve told you of, there was another, Peach Blossom that helped clear the haze,” Dark Cacao seemed to want to keep the next words unsaid before he reluctantly gave it up, yet the honey-like fondness seemed to seep in, “and during those moments I realized it was like holding onto glass, that I must keep my grasp gentle to keep what's precious of mine in these hands.”

Shadow Milk let himself contemplate that thought, “that’s quite poetic, hm, I’m surprised you could articulate your thoughts that way,” Shadow Milk commented before rushing to clarify his voice muffled in Pure Vanilla’s robes as he hid away his face, “I didn’t mean anything negative- I didn’t know you were into literature like that.”

“No offense taken Shadow Milk, I’m no published author after all and I’m sure my speech is perhaps lacking from its dryness sometimes,” Dark Cacao noted, a light chuckle touching his voice, “hah, I think I’ve only been told something like that back when I was in Beast-Yeast, although he likely didn’t know me that well…”

Pure Vanilla seemed to gently stroke Shadow Milk’s back as if silently rewarding him with a bit of praise for some reason, then the king spoke, “It seems like Beast-Yeast has brought you many boons hasn’t it? I’m glad to see that you’re satisfied with your growth.”

Even if it didn’t show itself deep underneath there was something nastily bitter that Shadow Milk could taste, an unrecognizable emotion glazing over the king's eyes. Yet Shadow Milk once was quite familiar with it, a stare filled with self-depreciation… and envy, a nasty brain-numbing kind, one that he once felt back in the spire when he stared at robes of pure white…

Thus Shadow Milk hummed, placing a few fingers over Pure Vanilla’s forearms rubbing in a circular motion. Watching as Pure Vanilla froze, a smile one less with joy, more so cracked with despair, then it settled into something more loving. 

Too quick for Dark Cacao to notice a thing as he responded to Pure Vanilla’s comment “I do in fact believe it has, in its irony, Beast-Yeast brought me quite a few boons.” he smiled looking pointedly at Shadow Milk, “But you’ve gained quite a bit too, haven’t you?”

Pure Vanilla seemed to be stunned for a second before he let off an amused huff, a satisfied smile gracing his face, “That’s right isn’t it?” his voice no more than a whisper, something that only Shadow Milk could catch wind of, “Perhaps, I too have been blessed.”

Dark Cacao seemed to be keen on it as well, his eyes becoming calculating before he blinked and his face took on something a bit solemn; mourning even, “How has your kingdom been then, it seems to be in far better health than during the first council meeting?”

Shadow Milk swallowed thickly as he didn’t want to keep track of the conversation anymore… It wasn't shameful for Pure Vanilla to crack, but for the first time beyond the bounds of his kingdom, someone saw them and could read what lay underneath. Perhaps he should mark himself lucky just like Black Raisin… Dark Cacao seemed to be respectful enough to avoid it.

That look seemed to become more acquainted with the faces of Pure Vanilla’s friends. Yet when Shadow Milk reflected on it, if Pure Vanilla ever noticed it seemed that whatever emotions arose were buried faster than anyone could sense it, even himself perhaps… 

It was slightly frustrating… to think that Pure Vanilla would end up being upset at the corruption, though perhaps that’s what it would be like to be the first to fall, and with how things were going… the only one as well. Though the mutual understanding was nice, Shadow Milk felt as if an ivy had wrapped around him and started to bloom, the flowers are delicate and shy away from opening fully. 

Though he felt foolish that he was irritated at the momentary shame, they were both prideful that Pure Vanilla had transformed into something wholly devoted to the other… Devotion and Obsession, a murky line that wasn’t easily defined, they shared the same side of a coin. There was no flipping over such a thing, he placed a few fingers over Pure Vanilla’s soul jam. The “Light of Obsession” its whispers proclaimed as the energy snaked itself around the fingers, Shadow Milk let off a hum before the energy vanished as if it was swept up in a wind.

He looked around as he spotted White Lily, and Hollyberry in discussion in front of a carriage, both smiling as the aura around them was jovial. Hollyberry laughed as she rested an arm around the other, White Lily reciprocating with a meek smile. Silverbell seemed to be in the near vicinity. 

Shadow Milk allowed himself to step down from Pure Vanilla’s arms as they approached, Shadow Milk attempted to hide himself in the king’s robes. Yet the two seemed to search for him before their eyes quietly took notice. 

Hollyberry gave a grin as she hooked an arm around Dark Cacao pulling him into a half hug, “You three, glad to see you're ready to send me off!”

“It’s a shame you couldn’t stick around longer” Pure Vanilla smiled before Hollyberry caught the both of them into a hug, Pure Vanilla shifting his arm to prevent Hollyberry from squeezing Shadow Milk, “Hollyberry! Hah-,” his voice sounded with joy that’s slightly strained, “your hugs are as tight as ever!”

Hollyberry released her grasp as Pure Vanilla seemed to catch his breath, “A shame it is that I couldn’t come with you on your journey, but I have a hunch I’ll be back soon!”

Dark Cacao stepped in with a nod as he returned a small smile “Then farewell Hollyberry-”

“Whoa, hold yourself back, I’m still waiting for Wildberry here!” Hollyberry joked, failing to hold back a smile, “Don’t get too excited to see me leaving!”

“Not at all haha,” Dark Cacao returned the jovial expression, his laugh akin to a huff, “what is Wildberry doing right now?”

“Oh? Well, he should be hanging out with your captain, Crunchy Chip!” Hollyberry exclaimed, “I’m glad that he’s made a few friends out and about-”

“Hollyberry, are we ready to leave?” Wildberry spoke suddenly appearing a few paces away as Crunchy Chip stood next to him a few Cream Wolves standing next to them, tails wagging with excitement before they were motioned to sit.

“Wildberry! You’re back!” Hollyberry smiled as she waltzed over to the carriage stepping up and giving a wave, “Then be safe all of you! Send me lots of letters when you can, and…” she stared at Dark Cacao, she smiled while taking a glance at Wildberry  “you need to invite me again when you have time make sure that Crunchy Chip is free too.”

Dark Cacao simply shrugged as he looked away.

“Hollyberry please send Silverbell and my regards to your family and kingdom,” White Lily called out giving a wave. Siverbell hovering behind her as he mimicked her motions.

Pure Vanilla paused before he also spoke up, “Shadow Milk’s and mine as well.”

Hollyberry cracked a wide grin as she gave a thumbs up, slipping into the carriage with the door closing behind her. Wildberry hopped up in front as he looked over the reins grasping them with a swift motion and the carriage started to move.

“Wildberry!” Another voice shouted as a few barks could be heard, “Next time you have to show me what you picked up at Beast-Yeast okay?!”

Crunchy Chip was met with silence, but he smiled as if he knew he was already acknowledged. 

Everyone watched for a while as they saw any trace of Hollyberrians disappear from sight, the mood in a joyful silence that seemed to grow dimmer and dimmer… Replaced with an empty kind of calm.

“Then,” Dark Cacao spoke, his mood seeming more relieved, at ease as he spoke, “we’re going to leave soon as well, get yourself ready.”

“I’m already finished, Your Majesty, what else would you like done?” Crunchy Chip bounded up to the other far too excited, barely succeeding to hold it back from bubbling over.

Dark Cacao sighed with amusement as he walked away with Crunchy Chip eagerly following behind, both of them exiting the scene- with more wolves than Shadow Milk remembered present also trotting behind.

Pure Vanilla then turned to White Lily, “Then my… friend would you mind a quick discussion? Silverbell is welcome as well.”

She seemed hesitant, her gaze wavering, shaking for just a moment before she glanced at Shadow Milk, the soul jams before her gaze finally rested to look at Pure Vanilla’s face, “What would you like to talk about?”

“... Mystic Flour,” Pure Vanilla answered after a moment of silence, his head tilted away “and maybe some other things if you don’t mind going somewhere more secluded.”

“You can use the room I borrowed,” Silverbell butt in relieving some of the tension Pure Vanilla didn’t intend for, “I already finished packing what I need just in case you want me to leave.”

The two shifted their gaze to the faerie both granting a smile as White Lily answered, “Yes, that would be quite nice Silverbell, thank you.”

“Ah! We’re in your debt White Lily- it’s natural,” Silverbell returned with a chirp as he flew away, his wings flapping ever so slightly.

Everyone followed behind the faerie quietly as Shadow Milk gave a tug on the king’s robe and Pure Vanilla leaned down lending an ear.

Shadow Milk whispered, his voice coming out like a quiet squeak, “Why are we talking to her… and would you like me to help?”

“I just want to be prepared, and yes I would love for you to chip in,” Pure Vanilla hummed aloud letting everyone hear, Shadow Milk responded with a high-pitched noise.

He wasn't expecting such openness nor to exactly be so forward… Shadow Milk tried to feel for Pure Vanilla’s emotions, padding around anything he could feel in the traces of magic inside himself and studying the king’s expressions, it was unlike his typical animosity… with each step seeming to be a bit of- hesitance? Eyes that wandered more animalistically as if trying to pick up any possible threats.

Shadow Milk grasped the king's hand gently gripping with a reassuring smile, as he watched Pure Vanilla relax from the edge he seemed to have gained…

He thinks that he has a faint idea of what remains in the king's mind, worry, not for himself but… Perhaps Shadow Milk should really ask to have his magic unsealed, but for some reason when he thought about it genuinely, his head reeled with pain as cold sweat dripped down his chin. Like he was programmed to scream at the mere prospect of Pure Vanilla losing- control.

He couldn’t quite recall what he was thinking after that.

He huffed if Pure Vanilla was gonna be such a worry-wart he should just ask to learn Dark Moon magic, he was its founder and the most adept- and Pure Vanilla could surely understand the most powerful pieces of it any aspect of danger would perish in seconds.

Yup, that's what his Nilly was surely thinking of, that possessive, handsy, freak- ahem, was just being too concerned, anything that could be a threat was no match, he glanced at Pure Vanilla’s soul jam. Especially to something comparable to a beast at full power…

Shadow Milk snapped out of his thoughts as he noticed he was in a new room, while the scent wasn’t familiar, while he didn’t know Silverbell’s scent, it was more akin to the petrichor after a gentle shower in Beast-Yeast. He partially wondered if it was an incense of some kind, he wondered what ingredients would be needed to-

Perhaps he should look into a study after the envoy- Dark Cacao’s beastly counterpart perhaps had some documents, after all, incense was a big part of… her pagoda? His mind was still strangely fogged up; he couldn't recall her name, not even the word for the refined pristine wheat dust. 

White Lily seemed to double-check if the door was closed, with a slight hesitance in her voice she spoke, “Now what did you want to discuss about Mystic Flour?” Yes! That was her name , wasn’t it?

Pure Vanilla motioned towards a chair allowing Shadow Milk to sit, placing his staff down as he folded his arms, the king's voice was stiff with a tension that was hard to eke out, “White Lily, you are aware this is an envoy for peace negotiations yes?” He continued swiftly, not giving her a chance to respond, “Are you prepared should it fail?”

“Of course, I’m sure everything will go smoothly, and should it be deemed necessary we could easily seal her away-”

Pure Vanilla was unmoved, if Shadow Milk was the victim of that gaze he would have likely been consumed by the bitter cold, “Should Dark Cacao refuse?”

Silverbell stepped in slightly concerned although it seemed he was entirely out of the plot, “Can I have an explanation on what you're trying to ask? I thought Dark Cacao figured to seal her.”

“I too would like some clarification,” White Lily murmured, clearly unwilling to decipher whatever vague implications were stated.

“Mind if I take over?” Shadow Milk inquired, to be met with a nod and a careful smile, “When it comes to slaying one of the beasts- it’s no more than a hypothetical, only a diamond can scratch a diamond, or in this case shatter, so-”

“You’re asking if I’m willing to force Dark Cacao’s hand to kill Mystic Flour should we fail-” White Lily appeared exasperated, “That's-!”

“I didn’t intend for it to seem treacherous, but it’s merely a last resort,” Pure Vanilla answered his voice still lacking any form of emotion, “Dark Cacao is the most hesitant of us should a move like that be made, though I can understand his dedication even if our desires are rooted from entirely different emotions.”

White Lily for the first time he’s known her seemed irritated, although it seemed rooted more so in shock, “That's like me implying that-”

“I would rather you not imply such things about my darling,” the king cupped Shadow Milk’s cheeks fingers rounding over smooth canines, “there is no threat here,” before he released and placed a few fingers to highlight Shadow Milk’s soul jam, “and it’s undeniable isn’t it, other than in form there is no valid threat.”

He watched as White Lily gazed at him with a look of pity, and he tolerated that gaze… before she spoke firmly, “That was not who I was implying, but I think you understand quite well…” she sighed something that felt like a heavy burden weighing into the room, “Whatever thoughts you may have, perish them. Your doubts should not manifest in the manner you presented them.”

“...How rare for me to be the one to be given the advice to have faith,” Pure Vanilla huffed something in between anger and amusement, as he rested his chin on his hand, “absurd- but I’ll take your advice.”

Silverbell’s eyes seemed to flit around his discomfort ever present in even how his wings would twitch, “Is that all about the voyage? I think we can all make it through if things go wrong- but fretting about every outcome is just going to stress us out won’t it?”

The mood in the room seemed to have lightened slightly, while no one seemed willing to interrupt the moment of peace given for a breather.

“You do make sense Silverbell, I’ve been worried recently and I let my insecurities take hold, sorry,” Pure Vanilla offered a smile, though Shadow Milk easily knew that the apology was half-hearted. Still, it seemed his nerves were slightly soothed, “though I did want to discuss one more thing…”

The trailing off made White Lily gulp as she tried to read what would be next, just constantly trying to calculate what could pop out-

“I know you lack any significant connections with Dark Enchantress, but she does share an inkling of your memory and perhaps desires-” Pure Vanilla paused as if he was trying to word himself carefully, “I would appreciate you share anything your comfortable with because she’s not the type to let sleeping hounds lie-”

“Do you have anything to imply she will make an appearance so early?” White Lily pointed, “I have morals and ethics and you know of my research… she- I think you know just as well as I do.”

A lie graced Pure Vanilla's lips as he spoke, so natural that only experience let Shadow Milk read through it, “It’s no more than speculation, Dark Enchantress has always found a way to pounce on us at our weakest-”

“Save your breath and we can make this a council meeting, we have nothing on hand to predict what will come next,” White Lily paused, “I fear she only wants to rest in your mind to let your doubt fester.”

Shadow Milk whispered, “Nilly, I think you won’t get what you're looking for, we have nothing but speculation and empty evidence.” he leaned in closer to the others, “You’re letting your doubts unfold on your sleeves and there’s going to be no reward for it.”

“I wonder if I’m going to make the right decision.” Pure Vanilla murmured, likely without the intention for it to be heard, before he returned to speak aloud, “Then, thank you for your openness White Lily, may we have a smooth voyage to Beast-Yeast…”

White Lily seemed surprised for just a moment before staying silent, averting her gaze as she fixated on her hands holding her staff.

“See you soon,” Silverbell offered in an attempt to leave things on a light note, “I’m excited to see what the ships of Dark Cacao will be like!”

Shadow Milk tilted his head and offered a smile, “Yes, I’m quite curious as well. See you soon Silverbell.”

Pure Vanilla offered a hand to help the other up as they exited the room, the king closing the door behind them with a sigh, his staff pointedly staring at the end of the hall as he frowned, before taking his hand to rub his temples with a sigh.

“Nilly, did you get what you needed?” Shadow Milk hummed, taking an arm and wrapping it around himself, carefully observing for any changes.

“Not at all,” he frowned, it’s been a long time since he’s been more somber than upset at her, then the king chuckled repeating himself “Haha, not at all… As I said I’ll show you later, didn’t I? Dark Cacao’s subordinates are too loyal and willing to get themselves into trouble if I took the time to tell you here.”

Shadow Milk didn’t prod any further, giving no more than a huff, Pure Vanilla seemed to want to be more secretive recently, a circle so tight it only consisted of the two of them at this point. So he decided to change the topic whining about the first thing that came to mind, “Nilly~ my share, when are you going t-”

“You’re still full, and having you so vulnerable if there’s any overflow-” Pure Vanilla spoke in a rushed manner before cutting himself off and wrapping his arms around the other, the king resting his head on Shadow Milk’s shoulder, a warm sigh touching his ear, “My beautiful blue bird, how needy you are~”

Shadow Milk gave a light sound, his vocal chords letting off something akin to a purr of affirment as he was fawned over. Stopping himself from letting off the needy mewl he instinctively would respond with into the foreign halls. That would be… shameful-

Although it seems that Pure Vanilla’s mood improved miles more than before, he gave an adoring coo as he picked the other up. His steps were more like skips as he trailed down the hall his footsteps still light as he paced down the tile. His mood seemed to be earily soothed-

Shadow Milk realized that there was a rumbling in his chest, a purring that he quickly stopped.

“Darling,” Pure Vanilla frowned his mood dampening like a hound that got its favorite bone taken away, “you know it’s like music-”

Shadow Milk used his hand to give the other a shove as he yawned, “That’s embarrassing, and I can’t do it on command.”

Looking up he saw the grown man pout his cheeks barely puffed out, Shadow Milk refused to entertain this bologna-brained buffoon- while sighing as he let himself cuddle closer into the arms trapping him in a carry. A satisfied tut as a smile blossomed from the king, as he returned to his previous energy.

“Nilly, are you ready to leave yet?” Shadow Milk let his curiosity peek through, looking away from the blinding smile as he pondered aloud, “We didn’t exactly have a schedule today and I suspect that the most was that case filled with clothing.”

“Haha, how keen my darling is, nothing ever escapes your sights does it?” Pure Vanilla asked a simple smile gracing his face as he gave the other a quick peck on the cheek, “Typically on my previous adventures there’s never been more to pack for, everyone's quite adept and I have no doubts that Dark Cacao is prepared should we come into anything more difficult-”

Shadow Milk nodded as he tapped his chin “Sleeping bags?”

“Ah, you can rest easy, though it may not be as comfortable as the bed we share-” Pure Vanilla selected his next few words carefully to avoid any possible chagrin that could arise, “I assure you that you won’t experience any pains either.”

“Oh? I look forward to how much you're praising such a meaningless invention, though I have wondered what sleeping in the wilderness would be like.” Shadow Milk flicked the king’s nose, “Not! I expect to see you fulfill my needs because even the witches know I couldn’t go a day if it’s below my expectations.” He huffed, “After you pack the baggage where to next?”

“Ah, I’ve already handed it over to an assistant,” Pure Vanilla chirped back, “I figured we should have a brief rest before our journey, the voyage will likely be the toughest thing for you… do you get seasick?”

“Prepared in advance? I should have expected that.” Shadow Milk responded with a huff, “Anyhow, I’ve been on ships but… I’ve never quite stepped on foot as they rocked on the waves- I mean I had easier ways to travel. 

“It's no problem, I was just wondering if I should read up on my healing in case anything happens, but I should be able to manage just fine, my experience should be enough.” Pure Vanilla concluded.

“Huh?” Shadow Milk toned down his bark to a mere whisper, “Then what will we be doing next?”

“Waiting I suppose,” Pure Vanilla casually responded, allowing his shoulders to form a shrug as he readjusted his grip on the other, “Dark Cacao is likely just finishing up preparations so there's no time to rush, nor waste.”

“Hmph, and I doubt our voyage would be very short,” Shadow Milk hummed, letting his eyes close, “Had I known I would have packed a few books, or puppets… though I doubt it would be in good taste around this crowd.”

“I’m sure anyone would appreciate anything you choose to fill any time with,” a glance to the side with an empty stare before the king returned to smile, murmuring, “so long as your plays don’t hold the same dramatics as before.”

“I-I would never! That would only stain your reputation-” Shadow Milk opened his eyes as they widened, “that's preposterous- absurd! Nilly-”

Pure Vanilla smiled, “My love I was just teasing~”

“So was I,” Shadow Milk smiled, “trust is a fickle thing but I can manage quite well, after all-” Shadow Milk stretched his mouth displaying his rounded canines, “not much I can do, and I’m no liar… not anymore.”

Pure Vanilla managed to find a place to sit, setting the other next to him, quite close to the entrance; they watched quite a few of the Dark Cacao’s soldiers packing a wagon of goods before transporting them. Shadow Milk shifted his attention back the the king, yet his attention seemed to be fully set on Shadow Milk making eye contact.

Pure Vanilla then spoke, “Anyway, I’m surprised you hold such high regard for my reputation. Though I sincerely doubt your actions would change much.”

“At least I’m trying, no matter how the others stare at you- I make it as no such point to care about their glances, ” Shadow Milk huffed toying with his fingers, “After all we’re a package plan and a good impression means no rejection!”

“Didn’t I say you don’t need to care about the way others stare at us?” Pure Vanilla asked, his tone making it clear it was less of a question, “Because…”

“Because nothing else matters.” Shadow Milk finished, it was hardly true, yet it was comforting as a phrase, as the only truth was that if everything lost its sway “We only need each other, but I think it’s fine to want approval isn’t it?”

“Of course it is, I would never bind you to anything, ” Pure Vanilla answered, ringing as something that's been proven through their entire relationship. “And it-”

“It seems that you two are ready,” Dark Cacao appeared, he seemed to not even create a sound, “the final supplies are being packed, so I’ll ask if it’s a good time to introduce you to the ship and the crew that will assist our journey to Beast-Yeast and the Ivory Pagoda.”

“Ah, we were just about waiting for you,” Pure Vanilla answered, “it would be wonderful to see your subjects.”

“Ah! I agree, you were just in time too,” Shadow Milk chirped, reflecting the king's answer, “I hope we can become great companions with the others!”

The two followed Dark Cacao in a light mood, as Shadow Milk let the future events rest in his mind, it’s been a long time since he’s seen another beast, much less spoke to Mystic Flour, he wondered how her volition would change the envoy for peace…

However, for some reason, he feels, Dark Cacao’s deal would be something too good to pass up.

After all, Nilly’s suggested clauses were quite appealing, and Mystic Flour was wise beyond- or well for her years, after all not many reach her age. 

He hummed a tune from the Vanilla Kingdom he’s been accustomed to as he approached the sound of crashing waves, coming into view of the docks. He hoped the journey would be quick, or smooth, the walls of the Cacao Kingdom were hardly home after all.

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Mystic Flour stirred from her meditation hearing the pitter-patter of tiny footsteps, as a tiny being found itself on her lap, she took her hand and pet their head soothingly.

“Little haetae, was there any sign of our guests today?” Mystic Flour spoke, shifting her hand to scratch the bottom of their chin.

“Master- I haven't checked the shore yet, but look what I have,” they said, something warm and soft touching her cheek, the fragrance of familiar peach flours.

“I see,” Mystic Flour responded, taking the Peach Bao, “Did he say I could have this one?”

“Uh, I think so Master,” they wound their paws around their head as if thinking for a moment, “Peach Blossom said something about this being an ‘auspicious day’ and he gave me another saying my master would maybe enjoy one today.”

She took a piece from the bao, before handing it back to her haetae, “Then, let us enjoy the meal together.”

“Of course Master!” they took the second bao excitedly staring at Mystic Flour before getting permission to dig in. 

Mystic Flour nodded, placing the piece of bao in her mouth, like most things, it tasted like nothing, but she took her time to savor the warmth and fluffy texture it held. But she merely paid attention to the little haetae, feasting halfway through the first bao, gobbling into it messily until they realized they were being watched and slowed down into something formal.

Mystic Flour used a piece of her robes to wipe off the little haetae’s mouth, a few crumbs on their mouth, shaking her hand as they released from her robes, “Little haetae, did you enjoy it?” 

“... It’s nothing like the steamed buns, but for what it is I think they’re good,” the huffed looking at the second bao before putting it away, “I think I’ll save this one for later then.”

Mystic Flour looked outside watching as the breeze swayed outside and the light's warmth peeked into the building, she opened her eyes watching as the outside looked calm. Perhaps it would be fine to take a break and go for a walk?

Cloud Haetae stood up with a grin and Mystic Flour closed her eyes once more, “Then Master, I’m going to go check outside! I wonder if that lord will be arriving soon with what he wanted to talk about?” 

“Yes, I wonder too if Dark Cacao will be arriving soon,” Mystic Flour smoothed down her own robes as she tilted her head towards the little haetae, “for today then, I will also check with you.” 

The haetae took one of her hands, “Of course Master, let me help you up,” Mystic Flour took the help she was granted by them, allowing the haetae to be her guide, “but are you sure he’s not going to commit the same ungracious behavior?”

“I am quite sure, despite his previous misgivings in his failure to enlightenment he seemed quite courteous in his previous engagement with me.”

They gave a diligent hum in response as they continued walking by Mystic Flour’s side, the haetae’s footsteps gently pattering alongside her. 

“La la la~” the haetae sang, she listened to the little haetae. Even if she was already calm, Mystic Flour felt somewhat soothed by the presence in the otherwise empty pagoda.

She never let herself ponder much, but the weather outside seemed suitable to reminisce, the beams of light warming her skin like a warm blanket. She wondered how the other beasts were doing, she would have expected anyone to bother her at this time given the time it’s been from the tree.

Perhaps the others were enjoying their time, after all that tree had taken many years from them. Such as her life’s work, she wondered if it was the same for them as well?

Both of them reached near the boundary of the Ivory Pagoda she took a glance before shutting them as her little haetae barked-

“Master, they’re here!” they practically danced before pausing, “I wonder if that lord has some kind of future-telling powers.”

Mystic Flour took a look for herself, the flour fog was lighter than ever, and the ships and those placing their feet on land were quite easy to spot. She decided against getting closer; she would simply wait until they came. Although the ship that was docked was quite large, she could sense two other powerful presences besides the one who held the other half of her soul jam.

“Little Haetae, are you fine with guiding them to me?” Mystic Flour paused before assigning another order, “But, should an ounce of hostility be shown, alert me and they will know how meaningless it is to fight as they return to flour.”

“Of course master!” They dutifully answered, bounding down the steps before turning around, “I shall retrieve them with utmost care!”

Mystic Flour turned around finding a place to sit, waiting for just a moment before the haetae came running back to her at a stop, their body coming to a halt as they did no more than sit next to Mystic Flour.

“The lord said he would be coming alone, he said to go ahead,” Cloud Haetae answered as they rested their head on Mystic Flour’s lap, she brushed through the hair, or fur, it was no matter as she watched them be soothed of any excessive energy. 

Soon another set of labored steps as a deep breath could be heard from the stairs as another presence appeared, Dark Cacao spoke with a tone of confidence in his voice, “I have arrived, I hope you haven’t forgotten our previous agreement.”

“You shall be safe so long as you remain in my pagoda, as its master you should not doubt my approval of the agreement.” She responded clearly, returning whatever mood he started with.

“Then I have this for you,” he placed a piece of rolled parchment in her hands, “an agreement so long as you abide by them there is no reason to fight, but they are by no means final if there are any adjustments they shall be… negotiable and another will be made.”

She unfurled the scroll, he was no more than another whose selfish greed would be… a nuisance-

She read the scroll over again making sure no word was unturned, the so-called binds were weaker than any kind of string. She was reminded of the words of another from a long time ago, it was ‘this is sooo~ pathetic it makes me want to laugh- or cry!’ if she hadn’t cut herself from such useless emotions, it’s quite possible she would have shared the same sentiment.

In the simplest terms if she ripped the contract into pieces and placed the words together it would read:

So long as you don't convince others in any forceful manner to comply with your will; do as you please.

She wondered if he had already given up as she stared into him, his tall stance as he readjusted his headpiece, it was all genuine. Foolishly so, perhaps, but the amount of leeway she has been granted or willing proposed to be granted, she felt as if it were no more than a ‘tempting’ trap.

“This, what is your attempt at making this deal,” She asked, watching his face turn to confusion, “what do you seek to gain from me.”

“... I realize due to your own ideals you are trying to help in a way I cannot provide, while I embrace both paths I stand for one for all those that live.” He replied full of confidence, “But I cannot support your methods, and should you choose to turn the ones that refuse into flour then my companions will deem you as a threat. I cannot shield you from that and if you go for my subjects then it becomes entangled with my personal duties.”

“To avoid my disappearance… is that your will?” She asked, it was a confusing ideal rooted in some complex she lacked understanding of. 

“Yes, you can believe it comes from anywhere, but I believe I have gained some kindness in sympathy from understanding where your desires root from.”

Mystic Flour stayed quiet for a moment before she placed the haetae down. Raising to meet the other's eyes as she opened and stared to study him looking him over, he stood firm against her gaze as he made eye contact, despite what she's been through it was clear that whoever stood before her was no trickster.

“Mystic Flour did my answer dissatisfy you?” He asked, his eyes unwavering with his usual determination.

“No,” she closed her eyes once more motioning to the hall, “walk with me for a moment before I make a decision. Just because you think you can bargain with me does not mean I will accept.”

“You intend to test me?” Not exactly. But knowing his intentions would be valuable she was already well aware that as of now his resolution is unwavering.

“To… understand your desires,” she spoke, “nothing more.”

“Then I will acquaint myself with your walk,” he replied, following at Mystic Flour’s side as she trailed the halls of the pagoda.

After a few paces away from the haetae she returned to speaking, “Tell me where are the other beasts that remained by my side, what is their status?”

“As far as I'm aware, Eternal Sugar has been sealed away, the other beasts are active. But in the future should the others find success, they either will have crumbled or been sealed, with the exception of one…” 

“Me? Or is there another that has received one of the ‘hero's’ mercy?” She spoke, although she was prepared for a lonely existence to complete her mission should they win.

“There's another, he is aboard my ship suffering from an… ailment while traversing the sea, though I might need to inquire with another if you want to meet.” Dark Cacao spoke, but it did not matter much, Shadow Milk, likely, would remain active and they were hardly on ‘good’ terms.

“I see, that concludes the previous question,” she resolved, “then next, should I refuse your offer, what do you offer me?”

“You may only be offered the previous methods of demise,” Dark Cacao frowned, “and despite all I can offer you, I surmise you would rather choose to return to flour.” 

“You would be correct in that decision,” Mystic Flour agreed, “then lastly, why choose to offer me this deal?”

“Because you wish to help, especially in a way I cannot grant others.” He answered with a resolve that she understood best, almost in a way she could see his soul jam grow brightly.

“... I accept your offer,” she finally answered, “however I would request a clause that should any enter your nation to seek my philosophy, you will place energy in sending them here.”

She didn't have much of a choice after all, eventually, things would become flour, but she would quell the stuffing of others, no matter how much he tried to protect them from suffering in their own desires.

“A new contact will be created with that clause, if it’s worded any differently, understand that it is in assistance to honor your wishes.” She noticed a slight shift in Dark Cacao’s demeanor, something more at peace with her agreement.

Mystic Flour continued to walk, “Let us turn to conversation then, I will walk you back to your crew.”

“Sure, what would you like to talk about,” he asked plainly, she merely continued to walk as he followed.

She wasn’t to sporadically think often but she had a flicker of recognition, “Change the ‘treaty’ to a union, I’m not fond of that deal he made with her, while I won’t assist you should you start a war, if you're in peril I’ll reconsider and I expect the same share from you.”

“The one with Dark Enchantress I assume?” He responded keenly, “It shall be updated then, I wouldn’t have expected-”

“Only fools deal with devils expecting nothing, and I refuse to bear the burden or grant her desires.” Mystic Flour spoke sharply, she hadn’t expected such harshness inside her, but it seemed her surprise was still intact enough.

“Is there anything else?” Dark Cacao asked, moving away from the subject, it seemed he was uncomfortable around her, but there was no need to wonder why.

“How is that one, Shadow Milk, the jester?” She decided to ask, mostly on a whim she wasn’t too particularly concerned with the other beasts but considering that he’s the only one that shall remain active it wasn’t a bad idea.

And yet.

Things were unexpectedly quiet from his end, she took a glance peeking her eyes open, he seemed solemn, it was clear it wasn’t the trickster beast on his mind, and she could care less about whatever stranger occupied his mind. Though she was hardly fond of the dead quiet that she accidentally harnessed, despite first impressions her counterpart was quite… talkative, even during her meditations the silence never screamed.

It seems the bearer of Resolution finally regained his voice as he spoke, “He is… happy, content I suppose. But I think you will see him for yourself eventually.” 

The silence remained as neither of them decided to speak up, nearing the exit of the Ivory Pagoda. She wasn’t particularly curious, as she walked down the stairs she filled her mind with Cloud Haetae’s singing, to occupy her mind.

“Dark Cacao,” Mystic Flour decided to say, “would you care if I offered you to stay at the pagoda for a night to recover? Though I could not prepare any other accommodations.”

“Thank you, we shall build tents above the shoreline then,” he responded in turn before stumbling down a step and giving a cough, “Ahem- how did you know it was Shadow Milk aboard my ship?”

“He would be the only one of his kind stubborn enough to reject his constitution-” She reworded her statement, “No, he’s the only one to have a weak constitution no matter how he makes up in it with other areas.”

They finished walking down the stairs as she waited for him to catch his breath in quick huffs, she felt as if many eyes met her as she came into view of their crew, apprehensively watching her.

“There will be some revisions,” Dark Cacao spoke, his strength quickly regained, “But she has accepted, prepare the tents in a vicinity northward, to avoid the tides, I need another scroll and some ink so I can re-write it.”

She felt the stares upon her dissipate as if never doubting her presence at all as a hoard of soldiers projected their voice, “Yes, Your Majesty!”

As the order was given things quickly seemed to change as she heard idle steps become marching and the sound of yelling could be heard as more orders were barked from the others.

She shifted her attention to the two major presences to study them, opening her eyes to gaze upon them, a woman in the green dress she remembered seeing guarding the silver tree she was trapped in, and the male who stood beside her, now separated by a wall of supplies.

While the lady’s appearance hadn’t changed much…

The male she studied a bit further, his soul jam was pallid, a ghastly white, she remembers it being blue like his left eye. She hardly realized he was making eye contact with her, giving her a smile that made her feel unreasonably sick. The more she stared it felt like the illusion of purity dissipated, his vestments hardly concealed deep bites and bruises as his neck was clear for all to see. His expression seemed delighted with each piece she seemed to uncover of him.

As she turned her gaze down his expression became something completely unamused.

Then she realized there was another, dressed in blues, whites, and purples humming an unfamiliar tune as he was combing through the perverted-looking one’s hair. He looked familiar, reminding her back when that one was a scholar.

She swallowed thickly as she tried to remember that one's name… yes Pure Vanilla, that jester would typically rant and whine about a ‘thief’. 

She knew what she was looking at now, a new ‘beast’ in the flesh, though if that was the biggest presence out of the 3 then where was that jester? He would have made his presence immediately known.

Though she wondered why this Pure Vanilla was so shameless to have this lover hang off of him in public like this, she took a hard stare at his lover, equally shameless, with how the neck markings were displayed, his collar essentially highlighting them. Though he seemed quite tidy otherwise, his robes were tidy as his braid was carefully put together, his hair holding a sheen that seemed like stars flowed across them.

She only knew of one that had hair like that but he was baked by the witches, and so were most, coincidences were to be expected. No one is unique, especially when returning to flour-

That ‘Pure Vanilla’s’ gaze had turned into a harsh glare, as if she had personally offended him in a way that made it seem Mystic Flour had decided to offend him by killing a close family member.

It seemed he was possessive of that lover.

She merely gave a sigh as she watched the lover whisper into the ear of Pure Vanilla, and Pure Vanilla’s glare quickly became a gleeful smile as he whispered back. She caught a momentary wind of the conversation.

“... are you looking at something?”

“No one…”

Before the lover seemed to use Pure Vanilla’s shoulders as some kind of support eyeing her, and she caught a glimpse of another soul jam, something powerful now a weak jem. She couldn’t feel a single lick of power from it, not even a whisper of its name, the 'beast’s' screamed possession, something murkily obsessive, and this ‘tool’ of a soul jam resonated. 

Like a chime to a bell… ripples to a disturbed puddle. 

Pathetic.

She walked away, yet that soul jam rested in her mind, something that made her inconceivably sick.

Its shape was like the half of Shadow Milk’s yet its eye was closed, even back when he was a virtue… It was always open.

And she heard the lover's voice loud and clear, “Ah, Misty it’s you!”

She was rammed into and wrapped into a hug, though it hardly had any might behind it, he seemed to be squeezing hard, yet it felt as weak as a blanket's grasp.

Pure Vanilla’s ‘lover’ was undeniably Shadow Milk, he stared into her eyes before she watched his face become withdrawn with a frown, puppy-like but filled with a sadness she no longer understood.

Just as he was going to let go, she decided to placate him as she would with the little haetae and gave him a few pets. This thing was unfathomably meek, unlike the steady confidence of the Fount of Knowledge nor the boisterous bravado of the jester.

She watched as he gave a content smile as she turned her hand to scratch the bottom of his chin. 

It was sickening to see such a deterioration, for Shadow Milk to be so… cute, the adjective was. Even before the Silver Tree, he would almost hiss to be touched so familiarly, she heard a familiar purring, one that brought an unexpected nostalgia. As yes, Shadow Milk was unmistakably ‘content’ as her other half remarked.

“Darling” a voice called out as she watched the meek beast’s ears twitch, and his eyes became focused, “are you done with your reunion?”

She watched as he quickly detached from her and quickly continued his rumbling into Pure Vanilla’s side, Shadow Milk chirping as he reattached himself, “Yep, done now Nilly~”

Mystic Flour decided to take her leave; she hardly liked the jealous eyes that bore into her back. It was a strange feeling but perhaps she would have felt something similar if he did the same to the little haetae.

As she made it back up the stairs she was rammed into again with an excited bark, “Master! You’re back, hehe!”

She picked Cloud Haetae up and began gently stroking as they nuzzled into her arms, keeping her thoughts to herself as she took a deep breath not to throw up the nothing in her stomach.

Shadow Milk was ‘cute;’ meek, feeble, and weak. If she hadn’t reciprocated his affection she wondered if he would have turned her into the ‘no one’ Pure Vanilla described her as.

He was always somewhat shameless since his corruption and now he was purring openly without a care and displaying bites and bruises as if it were natural. It’s less shameless and more so he’s entirely missed the definition entirely, if she were to make a prediction about her inquiring, Shadow Milk would probably give her a funny look.

Though whatever it was, he was in his ‘right mind,’ there was no damage to the mind that could be healed. Whatever happened it was clear the fault lies in Pure Vanilla-

She realized what made her want to throw up, there was something there , a presence.

The echo of a scream.

Whatever existed before died. That depraved man did it, and she was lucky he even recognized her because that pet chirping at its ‘master’ was not Shadow Milk. 

It was the paraded corpse of whatever remained, but it was impossible to imagine he could break so fast, for whatever ego to crumble away into flour and be swept into the wind before anyone could see.

She was the witness to everything that happened to him, how he grew into the mold of a perfect saint, how he spiraled into corruption, and how he became spiteful.

But she failed to witness his death, and she was left with an impossible autopsy.

What desire at its barest could make him weak enough to break, to be exploited?

Why was he so needy and desperate for her affection, or possibly anyone’s, maybe even exclusive of Pure Vanillas? 

No, she knew that sadness in his eyes, an attempt to reaffirm a connection. She remembered he did something similar and cried into Eternal Sugar's arms when she rejected him. It was over dramatic then, but it was likely necessary now.

Mystic Flour feels sick to the core.

She decided she would stop caring but would grant his ‘wish’ of connection. If placating him with physical affection it was easy to grant. 

Though she felt that she was lucky Dark Cacao gave her a choice, Mystic Flour wasn’t even put in a tough spot with his negotiations being erred to her side. She was not forced to submit nor change, merely bargained to respect him, and he understood her enough to know she would rather desire death should his desires be impure.

No, she wasn’t ‘lucky’, Shadow Milk wasn’t ‘unlucky’ either.

Whatever happened, she thinks he got his wish, whatever it was. One that he had to crumble and sacrifice himself for. A price he would have hated and knowing the jester, a prize that was shoved down his throat.

She felt an unusual bitterness on her tongue.

Despite how airheaded and lovesick he seemed, perhaps there was something lucid enough to talk to, anything to learn and not end up like he did.

Shadow Milk hummed as he played with his fingers sitting on Pure Vanilla’s lap, he wondered why Mystic Flour had left without a word, and he pouted. She didn’t even speak to him, not a word all she did was stare with a blank expression. But she was pretty good at petting. It must have been from what he remembered of that haetae that would cling by her side.

He also wondered what made her pick up silver jewelry as she often wore gold.

“My love,” Pure Vanilla spoke in a gentle cadence, “do you like Mystic Flour?”

“Well she is my…” his voice trailed off as he thought some more, after being unbound from the Silver Tree he didn’t see her so he settled on “friend.”

“I see,” his expression hadn’t changed in the slightest, a small patient smile, “I’m sorry for calling her a nobody, I’m glad you’re on good terms with someone other than Silverbell.”

Shadow Milk made a noise of agreement as he expected something else to come from his mouth and he could feel a nasty emotion that welled up inside him. He was right as Pure Vanilla acted on it, nuzzling into the other's neck.

“But, don’t get too familiar with her, okay?” the feeling was given life in a voice sweet like honey.

“Kay’,” was the only response he could give, after all, “It’s not like we’re going to see her for much longer anyways,” and he bit his lip as he didn’t allow his voice to waver, “it was hardly heartfelt anyways.”

“How sad,” Pure Vanilla muttered, his emotions seemed to shift towards something more innocent, “are you going to hug her like that again?”

“No.” Shadow Milk mumbled, allowing his thoughts to be voiced, “There’s no point when there's nothing there.”

Pure Vanilla began to stroke the other's back comfortingly, “Then, unless you want to rekindle a bond, I will be right here. After all, she seemed to placate you just fine-”

“She’s only good at that,” He huffed, “let's get some rest Nilly. That ship was- well an experience.”

“I’m sorry my healing didn’t assist… anything, I wasn't aware my magic would be ineffective,” the king spoke with a sigh, his apology a bit exaggerated as his head in an almost bow could fold himself in half.

“Uh- forget it~” He spoke jovially to brush it off, “I think I’ll try asking to extend our stay to a few days because another day away from land may leave me stuck to the side of the ship, permanently- haha!”

Shadow Milk stood up as he took Pure Vanilla’s hand dragging him to the tent Dark Cacao offered, Pure Vanilla was content at the contact as they entered the tent. He turned to tie the curtains behind him double checking if they were secured as he turned back around to Pure Vanilla already preparing the sheets across the ground. 

Shadow Milk brushed through his hair as he unbraided it.

It was strange to realize he had seemingly gotten used to this appearance, in fact, he rarely remembers what it felt like for his hair to flow freely behind it. It could be controlled as it flowed but now it was limp and the strands only swayed with a brush of his hand. 

Or the way his eyes have softened, he doesn’t think if he glared anyone would take it as a threat, but- he had a good temperment.

He placed his soul jam down as he switched to something more comfortable, placing the discarded fabric folded neatly away. He took another look at his soul jam, ever since that fateful day, it hasn’t changed much, it lost its glow, but it gained a sheen. He had little need for any of its power as he glanced at Pure Vanilla’s soul jam, it would reside there from now on. His piece was more so a trinket like a ring now, a centerpiece to his outfit, something that allowed Shadow Milk to have recognition by his lover’s side.

He slipped into the sheets with a yawn, Pure Vanilla joining in as he placed a kiss on the other’s temple.

Shadow Milk stayed there for a while as Pure Vanilla’s grasp was locked firmly around him until the arms around him loosened and the sound of slowed breathing could be heard.

Yet he still couldn’t sleep, so he slipped out of the grasp and left the tent, as best he could to not alert anyone. 

Taking a deep breath of the cool air, the floury fog seemed to have thickened slightly as the night grew. He looked up at the top of the pagoda's stairs combing through his hair in an attempt to soothe himself.

There was a figure atop that seemed to grow closer to him slowly walking down the stairs, through the fog their figure slowly became clear. Mystic Flour obviously, she hadn’t changed a day since the sealing. Though it truly hadn’t been so long, he thinks…

“Hiya Misty~” Shadow Milk greeted with a smile, “What brings you out here?”

“I would ask why you’re not in the vicinity of him as well.” She responded simply, her eyes making him uncomfortable as she stared at him further, “Alas, I am here to talk with you.”

“Just so you know I just needed to get a breath outside, but it’s stuffy out here as well,” Shadow Milk huffed, turning away.

She seemed to pause staring at him for a moment, her gaze softening as she closed her eyes.

“Then, speak your mind, my presence here is not free” he looked to the side wrapping his hair around a finger. “Because the night is anything but young and I’m just about ready to go back to sleep.”

“I see,” She responded with a nod, “how has your time outside the tree been?”

“Uh-hm, fine, infinitely better than inside it, don’t miss a day before it. But I think I’ve gained quite a bit, aren’t I correct Misty?”

“I cannot say, it is impossible to make that remark for you,” she paused, “where is your soul jam?”

“Obviously in my room, I wasn’t planning on staying outside for much longer,” Shadow Milk tutted, allowing some arrogance into his voice, but dancing around the subject had gotten boring, “Why are you here talking to me, don’t you need to like, get your beauty sleep and get ready to sign a treaty to preserve your life?”

The silence was calm, she seemed hardly irked by the jab, “... Shadow Milk please enlighten me on the events that occurred after your sealing to get you so… involved with your counterpart.”

“So that’s what you wanted,” he sighed, scratching the back of his head with a sigh, “well, let’s leave it at that; we got along well and it blossomed from there.”

For a second he watched her frown as she lifted her hand to pat his head stroking in a soothing manner, making his breathing slow to something calm. Her hand mussed the hair in a way that seemed to fix it into place.

“Uhm, thank you?” He spoke with the confusion lined into his voice.

“That is all,” she responded, lifting her hand as she turned to climb back up the stairs. He wasn’t fond of how he couldn’t read her but it seemed that whatever happened she seemed to be at ease.

He watched as just like her emergence from the fog she just as easily disappeared into it. But having the space up close he was able to look back at her appearance and just as he thought, most of the things here were different. Lacking the vibrant color they once had, or having any color at all… and when it came to the jewelry.

Silver wasn’t a deep dark sheen.

Shadow Milk shook his head and decided that he was better off strolling back to bed and forgetting this occurrence. He yawned as he felt himself droop sleepily, whatever that was keeping him awake seemingly disappeared.

Pure Vanilla recognized as things came by in a flash, every event passing with little to no resistance, dressing into his robes as Shadow Milk lay asleep, too unconscious to have woken up with a simple shake.

Things have gone well, honestly too well if anyone else was sure the treaty would be the end of it.

He looked around before releasing a trapped breath of air reaching into the sleeve of his discarded clothing from the previous day, and producing a worn letter. The very one he had lamented over the past few days, he sucked in a breath of air as he opened it to reread it again.

There is no need to address you, the falsity that proclaims himself a “ hero .”

I have already observed your corruption, and I must propose to you a lucrative deal.

Under me remains your “ companions, ” underlings, “ Black Saphire ” and “ Candy Apple ” they call themselves.

I know I have caught your attention and as a final push, I have created the bodies of the beasts and just as easily with the swipe of my hand I can take it away as well.

Now with things concluded I trust you will read the rest of this.

Lead the other “ heroes ” to my lab north of Beast-Yeast and lead them into my spell.

Don’t worry you have all the time in the world to gather then approach, follow my one favor and bother me no more and I will return the same response.

It was disgusting how she knew what his response would be, he grabbed his own hand to prevent himself from crushing it as he grit his teeth.

And he relented when a soft touch placed itself atop his hand, glancing over as he quickly folded it and reinserted it back into the envelope. As he turned to face Shadow Milk who was tiredly rubbing at his own eyes.

A tired rasp emerged, “I’m sorry for reading it, but you didn’t need to hide it from me.” As Shadow Milk’s chin rested on his shoulder, “Then Nilly, what is your decision.”

It seemed almost laughable that they both knew what the answer was, the acknowledgement that no matter what they cannot live without one another.. 

“What else to do other than bend my knee,” Pure Vanilla answered, “Though Black Saphhire and Candy Apple, do you care for them?”

There was a moment of silence as Shadow Milk rapidly shook his head and shot up awake, “They… they did what they could do out of loyalty, I don’t feel much for them but in my memories they’re colorful. Despite their misgivings, I’m benevolent enough to forgive them-”

Pure Vanilla took it as his answer, this would be the right path. However, he had to remark that “Should Dark Enchantress think she could have gotten away with that threat she would be sorely mistaken.”

Shadow Milk placed a finger to the king's lips, “Thank you for showing me Nilly, and I accept your answer. But hush our room is nothing more than cloth as walls.”

Pure Vanilla pursed his lips before he smiled, “Alas I'm sure they will understand, now then there’s a contract to witness isn’t there?”

The other blinked in response, before hastily adorning his robes, and fixing his soul jam into place, “Yes, now let’s take our mind off of things.”

Shadow Milk turned around as he pushed his hair to his back, humming to fill the room. Pure Vanilla took a deep breath as he took the hair into his hands pushing the letter to the back of his mind. Tying it together in a routine that came naturally, putting it into a nice braid as Shadow Milk handed him a tie and he finished it.

“Better now?” Shadow Milk smiled as he took Pure Vanilla’s hand into his own, “Remember, what you said, nothing else matters so long as we’re together, or something like that, it’s our thing, yes?”

“That it is darling,” Pure Vanilla agreed, any doubts he once had cleared, “it seems that you have to comfort me more often than usual, I must be disappointing.”

“What!” A shout escaped the other as something fell from his hands and quickly turned around to grip the king’s own firmly, “No-no, your distress is my distress, and the fact it’s all about me- lil’ ol’ me, it means everything. All the frets have purpose don’t they?”

“Ah, but of course, it’s just if I was stronger, if things were better…” Pure Vanilla couldn’t stop himself from sighing, affirming to himself “I wouldn’t need to fear losing you, you’re my priority after all.”

“Oh, so there was never a doubt when it came to accepting?” he could sense the heavy relief that wafted off the other.

Pure Vanilla found himself laughing as it seemed like the realization always hit him in the head over and over again, “Hah- haha, never have I doubted since my soul jam turned to Obsession.” he paused shaking his head, “Haha, no since the day I carried you out of the spire I have never doubted.”

That is the only truth he needed, and the only one that would never waver.

“How romantic” Shadow Milk mused, before adjusting their hands into a gently intertwined lock, “no faltering needed it seems.”

“Never once,” he agreed, “then let’s head out my love.”

Thus they opened the curtains as Pure Vanilla realized his path, for his other half there was never any question. His heart was in Shadow Milk’s hands the moment he accepted it, and that was all they needed, what he needed.

After all, things would be fated to come easy for them in the passing events, the signings, the sealings, the slaying.

Because the problem for the five deemed heroes was always a weak link. 

He who couldn’t stop anything, not even her from her own curiosity.

And Pure Vanilla decided that if the price would be Shadow Milk, then it’s something he deemed impossible to pay.

He smiled weightless from his decision, the burden of everything gone, as if it had never existed in the first place. After all, he killed what held him back from claiming his truth with a smile. 

Just like how his Truth crumbled into Obsession, he merely needed to be devoted to one cause.

After all, nothing else matters.