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The faint aroma of rich blueberry accompanied by the olde chirping of copious birds and chattering students with their rushed clacking of heels filled the academy of knowledge. Scholars from left to right answered inquiries without an end, bells ringing through heads from certain time schedules, the clicks and slams from the metal lockers without care.
It was all overwhelming the Fount.
Had it been any other period of time, his humble and cheery self was always used for entertainment. Always indulging and reaching into depths of enlightenment no one truly grasped but him. He stares deadpanned at the newly discovered species of flowers planted in the institute's large garden, a lovely offering gifted from the newest generation of Cayenne Spice's kingdom. He had yet to check of how that is doing.
But however long has it been? His grip tightened on his staff in disappointment in himself for not knowing. He misses his friends dearly, he would realize every so often. The weight of responsibilities burdened them more than it'd intended to, yet it's always been their purpose since the beginning of their dough. His thoughts were interrupted by a light tap to his shoulder, his breath catching in his throat before his expression softens at the sight of a student.
"Oh, a question it will be for little ol' me?"
"I'm sorry, Fount of Knowledge.. I was wondering where the library was? I'm a little lost."
A small smile graced the Fount's face, his fingers tracing along one of the petals of a blueberry beholder momentarily before turning to walk with straightened posture. "Come along now! books don't read themselves."
It was a demanding task, having to satisfy others constantly with little break. Shame and confusion would engulf his soul jam whenever he'd think selfishly of wanting a true, genuine conversation. He has everything, knows everything, and yet the price of it still came loneliness - as if it was to mock him, and he had no choice but be ignorant to the offenses. He hadn't realized his shaky hands gripping his staff and their walk awfully quiet.
"Are you alright, headmaster?" The concerned student was evidently hesitant to ask by the way their voice was low, the silence and chilling atmosphere after was sickening him.
"..No, my apologies. I'm not up to par at the moment." Truth, like always, never ceased to fall from his lips, though he'd never dare speak of his personal thoughts. The student could only nod in understanding and not question him any further. Making it to the library eventually, the young learner quickly appreciated Blueberry Milk's efforts with a big smile, being sent away with a wave and off to book land. The Fount adored his students, truly, he'd let no harm from Earthbread ever hurt them. Not everything was so faulty. It almost made him laugh at his silly thoughts from earlier.
Blueberry Milk peeked into the quiet study room, stepping in and with a snap of his finger his staff poofs away. He clasps his hands together, taking in the serene view with gentle speaking and brainstorming amongst the curious learners. All of which knew, by face or name, he valued every cookie in the institute. His mismatched eyes scanned in awe until a particular cookie caught his eye, and he couldn't help but beam and approach him in a hurry.
"Fae! I wasn't aware you were coming to visit? You know, it's quite rude coming by unannounced!" The Faerie king flinched at the familiar voice, his hands clenching in instinct. It was a necessary precaution to leave behind weapons whenever trusted visitors would come by the academy, and Elder Faerie Cookie was still getting used to that. The king sighs, his brows relaxing. "I find myself becoming misplaced attempting to search for you.."
The Virtue of Knowledge let out a hearty laugh, a hand over his lips in a polite manner. "It seems everyone's a bit lost today, how peculiar." The headmaster clears his voice, clapping and the staff appears by his side once again. "Now! We've much to catch up on, shall we?" Without waiting for a response from the Faerie king they were both sent to the private quarters of Blueberry Milk's, his space detailed in soft hues of white, yellow and blue. Various books not open for the eyes of anyone else littered the area and untested dangerous experiments in safe corners completed the look. With a spin of the Fount's finger it all became tidy, a comfortable loveseat sofa presented among them accompanied by the gentle warm light protruding from the blinds.
Blueberry Milk smiles when he sits with his legs crossed, the long scrolls coming from his long gown flowing out elegantly across the floor. Elder Faerie followed suit, albeit less jolly than the headmaster. Then there was a palpable silence between them that was straight maddening to the Fount, their eyes lock with unwelcomed tension which made him grip the fabric beneath him and drawing in a sharp breath. A low, nervous laugh came right after, shaky even, if the Faerie had paid attention.
"My, such busy days has it been!" Blueberry Milk broke the quiet, eyes darting elsewhere. "Magic's been improving sporadically, we've concocted the latest of spells– it's all fascinating, don't you think?" He leans back, releasing the heavy weight on his shoulders when he falls into his ramblings.
"Well, not always as successfully, a student insisted they were using the wrong ingredients but it was the formula that was wrong! You should've seen the mess in the lab! A good thing it wasn't-"
"Please, Blue. Not right now."
The headmaster slumped his shoulders further when he's been cut off, pursing his lips. There was silence again.
"You've not been sleeping." The Faerie king's voice softened, as if an apology for the strict tone earlier. Cold hands find it's place on Blueberry Milk's cheeks for them to face each other, rough thumbs ever so gently caressing them and the headmaster doesn't waste time in melting right into it.
"So I've not. Neither have you." He exhales a hot breath against the cool palm, resting his hands over Elder Faerie's. There was a silent understanding between them, a rare show of vulnerability no one else has got the privilege to witness but them. Elder Faerie leans closer, placing a small kiss over the marking on Blueberry Milk's forehead, which earned his hands a squeeze.
"What of ourselves and not purposes, Fae? For many a years, now, it's started taking its toll-"
"You mustn't think such things."
"But I do. It's draining."
Elder Faerie furrows his brows, as much as he was dismayed he had the empathy to understand. Decades of practiced discipline prohibited him from subjecting into inner turmoil. But he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel the same, if not for the status to maintain and a kingdom to look after alongside the Faerie Guardians and Knights. It was a land of unadulterated peace and he intends on keeping it that way by keeping out evil so much he'd hardly ever come by the institute of knowledge if not only for small moments of relief with the one he trusts most.
Drowned in thoughts, Blueberry Milk had gotten closer, his hands snaking behind Elder Faerie and letting his fingertips graze along sensitive wings. The Faerie king keeps his composure, his wings fluttering ever so slightly. It wasn't until the headmaster rubbed soothing circles up and down, making Elder Faerie shudder in delight. They'd never much participate in intimacy but oh did the Virtue of Knowledge know every right spot and tricks to ease him. It was heavily unlikely for them to do such things let alone with each other. You'd never expect the Fount of Knowledge and the Faerie king to get caught in such acts.
Their worries started to wash away when Elder Faerie lightly pushes the other's back onto the armrest and leans over him, one hand moving down to hold his waist and the other staying on his cheek. Blueberry Milk stares through long lashes and mismatched eyes, switching his gaze between Elder Faerie and his lips. Retracting one hand from his wing, it goes to hold the king's chin and let his thumb play with his bottom lip.
When he was about to speak again, Elder Faerie forbid him by closing the distance between them, the Fount sighs into the kiss when he was brought closer by the cheek and gripped by the waist. Their chests press together, feeling the other's rapid heart racing when lips would softly brush against each other. The headmaster parts his mouth slightly to allow the Faerie's tongue in, the taste of sweet blueberries clouding the king's senses.
The Fount couldn't help but feel giddy, laughing amidst kisses and fluttering his lashes whenever the stoic Faerie would lean back, whereas Blueberry Milk only kept pulling him back in and deepening the kiss further. His fingers trail along the edges of Elder Faerie's wings causing it to twitch and fairly open. His hand goes forward, rubbing and following the luxurious markings imbedded on the wings. And much to Blueberry Milk's excitement, they spread and flutter gloriously giving it's vibrant colors like light reflecting through stained glass.
They part, heavily panting with their faces flushed, chests full of warmth and eyes filled with adoration. For a moment Blueberry Milk could've sworn he sensed a small smile from the other which made the moment all the more better to cherish.
"Are all Faerie's equally good kissers as they are for singing?"
"Perhaps. Do you want to kiss every Faerie Cookie in the Silver Kingdom?"
Blueberry Milk scoffed, lightly hitting Elder Faerie's armoured chest for the light-hearted banter. They had forgotten all about their worries, choosing instead to focus on each other's presence and bask in their love and deep talks away from prying eyes and nosey students.
They never know, maybe they'll never get the chance to do so again in the future.