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Tumbling into a powerless, raw tunnel of despair and destruction— Shadow Milk Cookies one and true destiny, or so he likes to think, is to use deceit as power.
He is firmly convinced in the belief that his emotions are not real, just a figurative figment hidden beneath lies and deception, which he is now content with. Willingly reducing the Cookie Of Truth into a recluse of existence, forcing him to experience and reminisce his trauma every agonizing second. Yet, to Pure Vanilla’s agonizing, sweet personality, he does not fully grasp deceit under his eyes.
Shadow Milk Cookie was certainly not happy with this decision, muttering fool under his breath.
How he is now content with solitude, not bothering to acknowledge anyone’s presence except his own since the day he snapped Candy Apple Cookie’s tarot card in half, ending her bickering between him and Black Sapphire Cookie once and for all.
He accepts that he has lost this battle, but he also accepts that he will not stay a loss. Yet, to his worth, he is somewhat accepting his new ‘friend’ and role with Pure Vanilla Cookie. He is getting closer with him, slowly accepting his presence.. and himself at the same time. Once another day comes, he’s currently going to go on some kind of adventure with his new ‘friend’ after keeping himself locking up without another cookies presence for so long.
“A rather quiet walk, I must say…” Shadow Milk Cookie pauses. He’s not as verbal since their last incident. “..sorry.” He mutters, not knowing how to speak to the Cookie he once wanted dead. “That’s okay. We don’t have to speak. After all, enjoying each-others presence after years is just as comforting. For you, I hope.” Pure Vanilla Cookies adds his sentences with a gentle smile that makes Shadow Milk Cookie want to explode.
He just nods, watching the other male Cookie with a glisten of glass emotion through his eyes. “I will be right back. I ask of you to continue providing your worthy comfort to Flour, she’s very sweet.” He nods again, sitting down with the small fluffy sheep in his arms. He notes this, how Pure Vanilla Cookie names every sheep, or every animal for that matter… he pets the sheep with a vigorous amount of sudden affection, seeing his reflection in its beady eyes. He curses himself for doing such a thing.. showing such emotion to something that can’t even speak. Meanwhile, he does notice it’s been.. 5? 10 minutes?
His cries are raw, soft but rough at the same time— silent. He can’t stand this. He can’t stand how Pure Vanilla Cookie never puts up a fight, he’s always so damn kind and loving— even with those who were hurtful like Shadow Milk Cookie himself. He admits it, it’s his fault for corrupting Pure Vanilla Cookie, but he’s better now, so why should Pure Vanilla be punished by fate? He can’t do this, and more tears are crinkling from his glossy eyes every second he tries to stop crying.
In that timing, he accepts his own fate in a way of depressing defeat while Pure Vanilla lay beside him, the still moonlight gently shining on his peace-rested face.
He doesn’t know, but he’s worried about Pure Vanilla Cookie and he doesn’t care about admitting that. He looks up to him with a weird, flushed admiration— he might be in love.
Something no Cookie has felt, not since before the crushing of every other Beast, including him. It’s a strange, odd feeling that he pushes down more then his actual bodily emotions. And now he’s stuck in his thoughts again, still petting this damn sheep. He needs to go check on Pure Vanilla Cookie. And he does, he knows he probably got caught up into something.. maybe saw another animal, left his staff somewhere.. argh. He can’t help himself thinking all these things about him— how does he even remember all of this about him? His feelings aren’t real, after all.
They can’t be. He wanders around curiously in the grass, the gloaming moonlight shining over the soda lake providing quite a beautiful view that he knows Pure Vanilla Cookie would not want to miss. Wandering more, not so far away from where they just were— he feels the sheep he was petting earlier nuzzle into his leg gently. Huh. He allows it to follow him, the breeze hitting them both in a sweet bliss— before they see him. Pure Vanilla Cookie. Except.. it’s not him.
That’s not him, laying on the moonlit grass, jam.. pooling out. Staining his white, golden lined oversized cloth.
It’s not real— it’s all too much. How long has he been laying there? He doesn’t understand what’s happening, what he’s seeing, as his wide eyes stay focused on the sight in-front of him while his legs feel forced to walk over- gently folding onto his knees as he takes this in. It’s all too much to handle, even the small sheep nuzzling between him and Pure Vanilla Cookies resting body. It’s.. almost beautiful. He’s at peace, accepting his death, almost. It’s like he knew this would happen to him.
Shadow Milk Cookie still doesn’t understand.. who would do this, and why.. why would they do it now?
He glances back to Pure Vanilla Cookie, laying there, feeling something.. it’s odd. It’s water, welling up in his eyes quicker then he can process.
He can’t breath, and he takes the poor animal beside him into his arms. His cries are raw, soft but rough at the same time— silent. He can’t stand this. He can’t stand how Pure Vanilla Cookie never puts up a fight, he’s always so damn kind and loving— even with those who were hurtful like Shadow Milk Cookie himself. He admits it, it’s his fault for corrupting Pure Vanilla Cookie, but he’s better now, so why should Pure Vanilla be punished by fate?
He can’t do this, and more tears are crinkling from his glossy eyes every second he tries to stop crying.
In that timing, he accepts his own fate in a way of depressing defeat while Pure Vanilla lay beside him, the still moonlight gently shining on his peace-rested face.
Shadow Milk Cookie will always be alone. He will never win.