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The Fount Of Knowledge was sitting down in his study. There was a lit candle on the desk, and he was flipping through the pages of an ancient tomes. As he read through it, he took records on the side with a fancy quill.
He was most calm at night, without being nagged to share his knowledge and enlighten the younger cookies. He didn’t mind doing so, however. He continued his to work through his entries, when suddenly he heard a faint knocking against the door.
He perked up in confusion, he gently placed his quill beside his notes and he stood up. He swiftly grabbed his staff and his steps were slow, his feet gently padding across the floor. He unlocked his door and creaked it open.
“Yes, hello?” He calmly welcomed, however he sounded much confused on who decided to disturb him this late at night.
He opened the door a bit more, and he saw the gleam of none other than Pure Vanilla’s soul jam. His eyes widened when he saw the stack of books that he was struggling to carry.
“Ah.. A little help, please..?” Pure Vanilla weakly gasped, his body trembling.
The Fount panicked inside, but he presented himself most calmly. He heard Pure Vanilla sigh in relief as he immediately grabbed the stack of works, he felt his hands brush against Pure Vanilla’s for a fleeting moment, but he delicately placed them on the floor beside one of his many bookshelves.
“Thank you, ah.. I’m so sorry I’m here so late.” Pure Vanilla stood up straight, trying so dearly to apologize.
The Fount’s expression softened. “My boy, don’t feel sorry! But I am curious as to why you brought them here so late..” He placed a hand on his cheek as he gazed curiously at Pure Vanilla.
“I had promised to return them to you today, did I not?” Pure Vanilla replied in a calm, almost content tone.
“I suppose you did, but don’t ware yourself out. I know how you are.” The Fount smiled at Pure Vanilla’s dedication, however his voice was laced with some concern. He slipped his hand under Pure Vanilla’s hat and gently scratched the back of his head.
Pure Vanilla leaned up into the touch, he had a soft smile on his face that was unmistakable for Fount.
The reason why Pure Vanilla was here wasn’t exactly unknown, but it had always been a bit more private. Pure Vanilla has always had bad eyesight, that was known. He was legally blind, and always has been.
Ever since the Fount and Pure Vanilla had recognized they had halves to the same Soul Jam, they were usually inseparable. The Fount had always assisted Pure Vanilla in his documents for the Vanilla Kingdom, by helping him read and write for them.
They had been best friends—and Pure Vanilla’s vision had been.. improving? He also learned braille for the sake of it. He had borrowed titles from the Fount and he came to return them, as simple as that.
One of the Fount’s worries was that Pure Vanilla was growing more distant from him—independent now that he’s taken his advice and is able to use it without assistance, but the visit from him was refreshing.
After a few moments of Pure Vanilla relaxing to the tender gesture, the Fount slipped his hand away and letting it hang down by his side. Suddenly, Pure Vanilla spoke up.
“Oh, yes, I also came here for something else to.” Pure Vanilla bowed his head, and clasped his hands together.
The Fount nodded, “Yes, and what is that?” He inquired politely.
“If it’s not too much to ask, could you attend a meeting with me tomorrow?” Pure Vanilla’s voice had a hint of nervousness in it, his smile slightly faltering as he asked.
The Fount was surprised, Pure Vanilla has never asked such of him before. His mouth hang open for a few moments before he covered it. Eyes gleaming, “Yes! Of course I will.” he cheerfully accepted.
“Thank you, my friend! The time is 4:30 PM, you have no plans then, correct??” Pure Vanilla leaned in, and he lowered his hands.
“I believe I’m free then! Where will it be?” The Fount cocked his head to the right, and he tilted his staff with him before he moved his head back.
“It’s with the Crème republic, I must remind you.” Pure Vanilla opened his eyes, which had been closed this whole time.
The Fount was a bit shocked, he looked at how beautifully Pure Vanilla’s eyes gleamed even in the gentle light of the candle on the desk. He felt a bit flustered, but he cleared his throat and spoke again.
“Then I will meet you there tomorrow, alright?” The Fount offered a soft smile, but he was somewhat lost in Pure Vanilla’s eyes. He felt a twinge of disappointment and longing when Pure Vanilla fluttered them closed.
“Thank you, truly! I must take my leave now. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Pure Vanilla bowed his head down again and placed a delicate hand on his simmering Soul Jam. The Fount watched as it pulsed and glowed faintly.
The Fount nodded and closed the door behind Pure Vanilla as he left. He clicked the lock and smiled.
He couldn’t help but remember how pretty Pure Vanilla’s eyes looked, and it was truly a rare sight. He would stare into them forever if he could. He loved how they seemed to gaze so gently at him, even if they were just colors. The Fount shook his head dismissively, trying to regain his thoughts as he went back to sitting down in his chair.
He picked up his quill and gently dabbed it in the ink. As he looked over the page again he soon realized that he couldn’t focus. He wasn’t going to be able to focus if he kept thinking about Pure Vanilla like this.
He sighed, still trying anyway. He knew he would ultimately get nowhere, but his mind was foggy with images of Pure Vanilla and the feeling of gentle fluttering in his chest.
The Fount set down his quill and he capped the ink. He closed his journal and slid it into a cabinet in his desk, along with the ink and quill. He sat up and grabbed the book he was reading and he walked over to the bookshelf he grabbed it from and slipped it in.
He looked at the stack of books that he set beside the floor, and that familiar warmth filled his chest as he remembered the gentle brush against Pure Vanilla’s hands he felt. It had meant nothing in the moment, but thinking it over, it was truly priceless.
The Fount sat down beside the books, and he gently picked up one by one. He sorted through them and put them back in their rightful places. He stood back and looked at all of them, a proud—yet exhausted smile tugged at his lips.
As he looked at his work, he remembered Pure Vanilla again. He still couldn’t help but remember the moments he had recently spent with him. His mind was flooding with thoughts of Pure Vanilla.
He sighed. He walked over to his bed and he settled down. He slept on his side, in what looked like a loose fetal position. His eyes fluttered closed, and he slowly drifted off to sleep.