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...Two young cookies, together on a kitchen table. Lovers, yet...they seemingly were never fated to last.
One, with blonde curls and eyes green like the first leaves of spring, laid almost completely limp on the cold, unforgiving wood. His legs, practically crumbled into dust, lay scattered across the area. His lover, a gingerbread cookie with eyes shining with determination, the colour of the shallowest area of the vast ocean, was on his knees at his side, almost cradling him as his gaze darted 'round the empty space in search of something, anything that could stanch the flow of sickly-sweet jam from his love's lower half that had quickly begun to pool under the two of them.
...But, alas, there was nothing.
Dejected, the brave cookie glanced towards the culprit of the situation: a thicker, taller cookie with nothing but a flaming skull where his face should have been. He knew the cookie's name, Blatzo, but he couldn't bring himself to say it as he watched him withdraw into the shadows. How he longed to shout; to break completely and throw himself at the cookie who had decided to act like the Witch's pet and slaughter someone so precious to him without so much as a thought, although he knew he wouldn't survive a direct altercation for long. However, he couldn't get violent while Yolky was there, still suffering, still holding on despite how horribly he'd been injured.
He was pulled from his thoughts by Yolky Dokie himself, his boyfriend shakily reaching up one hand to the side of his face. He was quick to look down at him, his own hand all but flying up to hold onto him. Logically, he knew that there was nothing to be done, that his love was practically already done for, yet the emotional part of him, the pathetic, desperate seed so cruelly sown in his heart still begged whatever higher power that could exist for just a little more time.
"...Brave," Yolky just managed to force out, even as he was shushed by his love, begging him to save whatever strength and energy he could. Yet, he didn't listen, only taking a moment to gather himself to speak more. "...GingerBrave, I-...I didn't think this would happen..."
The crumbled cookie's voice wavered and broke, the hand cupping his partner's face tightening ever so slightly. He didn't want to go. He couldn't. He just couldn't leave the most important person in his short life to fend for himself. However, despite the fact that he was running out of strength, he pushed himself to say what he thought might be his last sentence. "...I'm-...I'm so sorry..."
"No-!...No, it wasn't your fault..." It was GingerBrave's turn to tighten his grip on his partner's hand, his breath shaking erratically despite himself. After a second to truly process Yolky's words, he was quick to hold him closer, desperately attempting to conceal the sugar-filled tears wrenching themselves from his eyes. It was pathetic, he knew, but he couldn't stop it as much as he tried. "You didn't know, you couldn't have known...!"
Overcome with the grief for someone so precious to him, GingerBrave had a newfound determination. It was illogical, but to a newly-fractured mind, even the most abstract concept was a comfort. He remained silent for a moment, simply keeping hold of his beloved as he steeled himself. When he finally felt ready, he slightly loosened his hold to allow Yolky to look at him again. His partner wasn't looking well, seemingly too disoriented from the loss of jam to fully process the situation. Though, perhaps that was for the best.
"...Yolky," He softly called, waiting until his love managed to look at him. "...I promise, I'll find a way to see you again. No matter how long it takes. Just...wait for me, okay...?"
There was silence for a moment, before Yolky Dokie managed one small, shaky smile as he looked to his partner for the last time. Perhaps he knew that this was just an attempt at comfort, or GingerBrave's desperate attempt to cope with the situation, yet the words hit their mark all the same. He took in a breath in spite of the pain from his injuries to respond, even if he had to put more effort into forming words. "...I will," He said, his thumb absent-mindedly stroking the side of his love's face. "I'll wait...forever, if I have to..."
With the promise made, Yolky Dokie's eyes closed for the final time, a quiet sigh escaping him before all went silent. GingerBrave slowly removed his hand from his love's, allowing it to drop to the side. He stared at the body for a time, allowing the cursed tears he had held for his sake their freedom. Yet, he still couldn't lose hope. No, he would wait as well. He would wait as long as it took, until they could be together once more.
However...it seemed he wouldn't have to wait long. All of a sudden, there came a cold, shrill voice; one he recognised all too well. "Well, well...what a tragedy~... Really, I thought I'd have to try a bit harder than that~"
Before the brave Cookie could turn to confirm his fear, down came the fist of the Witch onto his prone form. In only seconds, the young couple were no more, their scattered crumbs and jam mixing until there was no telling where one ended and the other began.
Two cookies: a blond seamster with eyes the colour of the fresh spring leaves, and a brave adventurer with eyes like the shallowest part of the ocean. Yet, neither would ever see the spring leaves, or look at any part of the ocean. They would never see the world outside of the Witch's house, any more than the short expanse they could look at from her windows. They were cut short; forgotten by the cruel world they had been born to. No one would search. No one would wonder.
...At least, not in this life.