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Fount pulled out his fabrics, running his hands over the materials until he found the right one. He wasn’t exactly the best at sewing yet, but it might make Healer feel better. Having a plush of Fount obviously wasn’t like him actually being there, but maybe it would at least remind him he was thinking of him.
He shuffled through the drawers of his desk, grabbing a sewing needle and some scissors. It… shouldn’t be too hard to make, right?
—
It was early morning when he started, and now the sun was going down. He’d pricked himself with the needle more times than he could count, and the stitches were rather messy, but he had finished it.
He smiled, pushing himself up on his desk, taking the plush with him as he opened a portal to Healer’s door.
It did feel a bit odd, making a plush of himself. Hopefully Healer would at least like it.
Fount pushed Healer’s door open carefully, gazing at Healer, who was writing in his diary. The sun hit his light blond hair, making it seem it was glowing. He was curled up, nibbling on his quill as he paused his writing. His robes were patched up, some patches sewn with messy, confused stitches, others even and careful.
“Hey orchid,” Fount said, sitting on the bed beside Healer.
Healer looked up, his smile bright like the sun rising over the horizon. He closed his diary, turning toward Fount. “I missed you.”
Fount chuckled, “I was only gone for a few hours. However,” he pulled out a tiny plush, resembling himself, “I wanted to give you this.”
Healer took it, running his hand over it gently, as if it would tear if he pushed it too hard.
Fount continued, “You told me how you hated being apart, so—”
A kiss on his forehead stopped him, Healer’s hand still remaining on his cheek after he’d pulled away.
“I love it, my Fount.”
Fount blushed, leaning into Healer’s touch.
“It’s nothing special, really… I just figured it would make you feel better.”
Healer pulled his hand away again, getting off the bed and twirling around with the plush.
“It looks just like you.” he muttered as he stopped, falling back onto the bed, holding it close to him again.
Fount beamed, “It’s supposed to! …that’s not weird to you, right?”
“It might be a little odd, but I like it.”
“I’m glad you do.”
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“Recluse~!” Shadow Milk shouted, his voice as taunting as ever.
What could he possibly want now?
“Yes…?” Truthless Recluse glanced around, not recognizing the other cookie anywhere.
…
“Boo!” Shadow Milk shouted, jumping out from behind him.
He didn’t move, glaring at the Beast.
“Ugh you’re sooo boring, couldn’t you even flinch? Anyway, I’d like to give you something~.”
Truthless Recluse stepped back, This couldn’t be anything good.
“...What?”
Shadow Milk twirled his hand, summoning a small plush of himself, dropping it on Recluse’s head. It bounced off his hat, landing in his hands.
“Taa—daa~! You like it?”
Truthless blinked at the plushie. It looked nearly identical to Shadow Milk himself. Almost like…
…
Shadow Milk knew, didn’t he? He could see his memories.
Was he seriously stopping that low…?
Of course he would.
“Whatever,”
“Recluse, come on. Do you like it or not?”
Truthless Recluse sighed, “It’s fine, I guess.
“Mhm?”
“What do you want me to say?”
Shadow Milk shrugged, “Just… testing something. Bye-bye now~.”
Truthless Recluse sighed, waiting for Shadow Milk to leave before going up to his room.
The plush wasn’t terrible. It was well done. But… he was mocking him. He wouldn’t just give him a plushie for no reason. Especially not one that looked like himself. It was odd enough itself, but Shadow Milk didn’t give people things. It... he had to be trying to mock him.
He set it down on the chair near his bed. It felt like it was watching him. It didn’t really matter. He set his hat down on the nightstand, then fell on the bed, curling up in the blankets.
…
He missed Fount.
This was the same room he stayed in before they shared a room.
Shadow Milk was doing this on purpose. He had to know about his husband. He probably found that stupid shelf they organized with Fount’s journals or whatever.
He probably killed him. How else did he get his soul jam? He’d killed him and now he was trying his hardest to remind him of what he’d lost.
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Shadow Milk drifted into Pure Vanilla’s room.
“Nillyyyy, what are you—”
Pure Vanilla was staring at a small plush. Shadow Milk recognized it as the one he’d sewn long ago.
“...you still have that?” Shadow Milk sat down on the bed beside him.
Pure Vanilla immediately pulled it closer, “Of course I do! You made it for me…”
Shadow Milk sighed, “Mhm, I guess so, but I could do so much better now. Though, you did keep it in quite good condition… it almost looks like when I first made it.”
Pure Vanilla blushed, “It… reminded me of you, you know? I just… wanted to keep it safe,” He chuckled, smiling fondly at the thing, “Sometimes it didn’t feel like you were actually ‘gone.’ Like if I waited long enough you would be back.”
He set it down, turning to Shadow Milk.
“Though, it’s much better to just have you. I… also have the one you gave me at the Spire.”
“You do?”
“I kept it. …Why did you give it to me?”
“Well, I was trying to test how you’d react. I figured if you were Healer, you’d react stronger than you did in some way… it was kind of silly, now that I think about it.”
Pure Vanilla chuckled, “...Seriously? I thought you were trying to remind me of… well, you.”
“I— I suppose that’s fair. I was already treating you horribly…” Shadow Milk muttered, falling onto his back.
Pure Vanilla laid down on top of him, “I forgive you, bluebird. You know that.”
Shadow Milk sighed, closing his eyes, wrapping his arms around Pure Vanilla.
He was warm.
It was nice to have him back.
Not just a memory, or a ring, or whatever.
Him.
His healer. His orchid.
They’d stay together, no matter what.