( It's so strange. To think that their relationship would change in an instant for Pure Vanilla. It's been far longer for Shadow Milk, and he wishes to know everything that transpired between them, but it's a conversation for another time. Even so, nothing about this feels strange. It feels just as natural as breathing. They're two halves of the same coin, after all.
He lets his own staff drop then, choosing to place both hands on top of Shadow Milk's, leaning into the touch. It's far harder for him to see this way, but he doesn't particularly mind -- just as he doesn't mind the blood, either. )
Even so, it was never my intention to be the cause of your pain.
( He has some hope that perhaps... he can find a way to regain what was once lost. He had lost his memories once before, but he's more than aware that he knows nothing about this world and what may be possible. It's just one goal out of many that he wants to try to tackle after what Palvova's told him. )
Oh? And what is it you plan to do?
( It does sound like a threat, but Pure Vanilla's voice remains calm, gentle. )
You've been the cause of every drop of agony I've known since I've laid eyes on you.
[Spoken like a whining four year old who dropped his ice cream on the floor.]
[He continues pulling on his face until he's satisfied with the elasticity of his cheeks. Instead his hands drop and ...tentatively they wrap around him. Fists into his robes and holds him tight, like he might slip through his fingers at any moment. Like none of this is real.]
[The Soul Jam tells him this is real, but even then, can he really believe it? He doesn't know, and it's maddening.]
You can start by telling me what a handsome devil I am. You can tell it to the whole Grove, how wonderful and charming and smart I am. You should make me dinner. I want a ten course meal with deserts. Mostly desserts. I'll make you wear an apron that I made and you'll hate it. Every step you take will honk like a sugarswan.
Oh, my. I did not know that your punishments were so cruel.
( It's a light tease, more than anything else. He really does sound like a child when he talks like that.
It feels all-too-natural to gently card his fingers through hair, a silent way of saying I'm here. Even if he doesn't say it, he can understand how Shadow Milk is feeling. After all, who knows Shadow Milk better than Pure Vanilla himself? If Pure Vanilla had soothed that loneliness he knew Shadow Milk felt before, then how could he not feel some guilt for being the cause of that feeling returning? )
... While my memories may be gone, new memories can be created. At least... if you will allow it, then perhaps this can be the start of a new chapter for the both of us.
( Though, he has questions. It's obvious Shadow Milk has gone through his fair share of hardships, and the once distant relationship the both of them shared has changed dramatically. It feels natural and right, but it feels new.
Though, there's a part of him that feels overjoyed. He wanted so much for his other half to take the hand that Pure Vanilla was offering. He wanted to ease the pain he felt. It's a strange mix of emotions, but that feels par for the course for his short stay in this world. )
[Clearly a tease, considering their history. Time may have passed but he remembers very clearly the things he's done to his other half. That darkness in him is always at the corner of his mind. His obsessive tendencies seeking to twist his desire for love into something violent and monstrous. He's made considerable progress in the months he's been here, but the road yet is long.]
[It feels indulgent, letting Vanilla stroke his hair like that, feels both correct and wrong in ways he's having a difficult time reconciling. His memories are gone, so what happened to all that time they spent together? If he hadn't the Soul Jam to tell him otherwise, he'd worry this wasn't really Vanilla at all. Some trick of the forest. A copy.]
[But he's here, fractured. Memories were never a concern of his before, with his powers he could rewrite the mind as he saw fit if he really wanted to. He doesn't have that power anymore, but sure there's something he can do. Maybe share his own with him. He was amnesiac before in that Raisin Village. This is. This is fixable.]
[Fixable.]
[Shadow Milk takes a long shuddering breath.]
I suppose I will allow it, because I'm so very forgiving.
[As much as he wants to stay here, he thinks maybe they should go somewhere else for now. He nudges Vanilla so that he can stand and- this time he holds a hand out, summoning his staff back from where he through it. It's become a comfortable weight in his hands. The blueberry beholder at its center blinks.]
Let's go... home. You need to be cleaned up, your face is a mess, Vanilly.
[Because Shadow Milk smeared blood all over it just now, but details.]
( Despite their differences, Pure Vanilla understands how he feels, even mroeso than what he'd deem as normal with their souljams still connected. Despite the sudden dramatic change, he understands how much he must be hurting right now. Pure Vanilla had felt the same loneliness that Shadow Milk had been feeling, he's felt it before. To have a source of comfort suddenly taken away, he can understand how hurt he must have felt.
When he pulls away, Pure Vanilla reaches for his own staff. He pauses at Shadow Milk's next words.
Home...
It'll be surreal, he thinks. Without any memory of this world, what would it mean for him if he was to seem remnants of his previous stay? )
Er... Yes.
( How to phrase this delicately... )
The last thing I remember is our souljams connecting with one another. You had decided to flee only moments before I woke up here.
[Awkward it may be, Shadow Milk thinks its worth having him look at some of his things. Maybe it will jog his memory. Wishful thinking lying to himself, but it can't hurt to try. Later he will see about sharing some memories to see if it helps. There are things to be done! He won't have a complete crash out yet.]
[Yet.]
[He raises a hand an the Other-Realm opens up.]
Mm, so you recall things from Earthbread just fine, it's just your time here has been wiped clean. I see.
[If he speaks of it clinically, then perhaps it will hurt less while he sorts all this out. This is merely a problem to solve. He has Vanilla back, that's what's most important. Everything else can be worked out from there.]
[He holds a hand out to him before stepping through. The blind leading the blind.]
You are in a place called Aldric's Grove. We're currently being trapped here by an entity that has taken possession of the Forest. It's as cruel and sadistic as me but without any creativity or class. I'll crumble it if its the last thing I do.
[The other side of the portal leads them to a kitchen. The scent of sugar and baked goods wafts in the air, as well as lilies.]
We've been given these wretched witch-like bodies as a result. They have their uses, but for the most part I find them subpar. Delicate and temperamental, unlike dough.
( He doesn't fail to notice the change in his tone, and he quietly decides to keep a close eye on Shadow Milk as they travel together. He's come to understand that most things wit his other half are not simply incidental.
He hesitates for only a moment before walking through the portal. He's been witness to Shadow Milks powers, but experiencing like this is... new. Still, he'll take his hand regardless, letting Shadow Milk guide him.
A cruel and sadistic God... that was what Pavlova had said. It's someone who he intends to try to speak with himself. Pure Vanilla has hopes that this can be resolved in a way that would prove to be beneficial for everyone -- in a way that can be peaceful. Maybe that is the true difference between himself and Shadow Milk. )
I do not think that such words fit you as you are now. You have shown kindness to me, even during our short time speaking to one another upon my return. Pavlova Cookie also seems to have fondness for you. Those emotions are not ones that tend to come lightly for everyone.
( Though... What he says about their bodies cause him to go silent for a moment. It's... been a unique experience to attempt to get used to his body as it is now. He already misses his dough. Yet, being this way has some advantages as well. )
Dough can be healed, even when cracked and broken. Is it not the same for these bodies?
( Interesting... The more they speak, the more Pure Vanilla's mind races. There's already so much he wants to do here. )
[The portal closes without incident and they're left in this lovely little kitchen, in this house that looks a lot like a cookie house! At least construction wise, it's all non-edible materials, but it should still look familiar in that way. The house was modeled after a Vanilla Kingdom house originally.]
[Once they're there, a little blue cake hound bounds in. It goes stock still at seeing Vanilla before it blinks and then jumps, spins around and freezes again. Then does the same thing a few times before it starts circling Vanilla's legs. Watch your step!!]
[Shadow Milk was in the process of sighing and then opening up a cabinet with magic to float a few mugs down. Tea. They should have tea. His words stop him cold, and he feels it rise up in him again.]
[Something angry and bitter expels out of him like a demon, the shadows around them come to life, writhing in the way his hair once did when it was still long.]
And what would you know of that?! When you don't remember anything about our time-!!
[A mug nearly falls, nearly breaks, and Shadow Milk jerks away as if realizing he might have broken something that belonged to- He gasps as he comes up for air, trying to calm back down.]
Don't- I can practically hear it in your thoughts, Vanilly. That thing in the forest will tear you to pieces, just as it did me-
( The cake hound runs around Pure Vanilla Cookie, and he's about to address the pup until he can feel the way the atmosphere in the room shifts, the way that Shadow Milk's tone changes. He straightens then, expression falling. It isn't one of caution or fear, but concern and guilt
He reaches then, gently putting a hand on his other half's shoulder. Never mind the way the shadows twist and shift around the room aggressively. )
... Shadow Milk Cookie...
( There's a hushed softness to his tone. )
I can hear your kindness in your words now. Even if we are to start over, I will not give up until I can find a way to regain what was once lost.
( He doesn't know what solace his words can bring, but he wants to try. )
[He ...almost flinches at the touch, worried that he'll lash out again, that he won't contain the hurt. After a moment his hand reaches up to find Vanilla's, it holds it tightly.]
How many times will you make that promise to me, and break it? How many times will I believe you and come flocking back like a moth to a flame?
[Because he knows he will. He knows now that they've been together so intimately. That they've had their souls pressed together so thoroughly, that having him torn away left him cold and wanting, and even now, just having that spark of flame close enough is already melting the ice he felt in his veins.]
[He'll keep making this mistake over and over again until nothing it left, he wagers.]
( Fingers intertwine with the other's, squeezing his hand in return, It's unsurprising how right every touch feels, but it's so new all the same. )
While I do not know what lies in wait for the future, while I can remain here with you, I will remain by your side, as long as you will have me.
That... is a promise that I can keep.
( He doesn't want to promise that either of them will remain here. But, if he is to leave, then he doesn't want to leave alone. There are too many here who have gone through too much. )
[He closes his eyes for a moment, just kind of basking in that touch. It may not seem like a lot to Pure Vanilla but that he's even holding his hand right now is more than he thought he might have again. He still intended to rip open the Underworld eventually, hoping to fish his soul out of the nether himself, but that was a project that would take a lot of time and planning.]
[That he's back, though missing memories...]
I suppose that is better than languishing alone.
[He takes a deep breath and it will be clear through their faint connection that there's relief there, despite his dismissive words.]
Go sit down, I have a lot to explain. I'm not the only one here, either.
[He'll finish getting out mugs for tea. He does find one of Vanilla's and sets it in front of him. Maybe they will still have some of his favorite tea kicking around. Shadow Milk knows he was too afraid to touch it, in the chance they ran out and it was gone forever.]
( Each touch does mean a great deal to him, as it would with anyone important to him, but it's all the more so with Shadow Milk. How could it not? They had a deep bond, one that they'd never find with anyone else. He's certain that if he were in Shadow Milk's position, he'd be left with an empty feeling...
Still, he does as directed, sitting down with a quiet thank you when he sets the mug in front of him. The cakehound seems to have settled down, too. He pats the spot next to him, inviting the pup to join him if he wanted to do so. )
Do you mean Pavlova Cookie? He mentioned both yourself and White Lily Cookie quite often in our conversation.
[UPPIES?? Blue Cream all but climbs into Pure Vanilla's lap. Yes, good. As it should be.]
[Shadow Milk sighs a little but ignores this. That Cakehound...]
You've already met Cherub?
[He seems surprised to hear that. He was not in the vicinity when he arrived was he? Or maybe he was. Ah, perhaps that explains a few things, doesn't it. He'll have to talk to him later.]
( Pure Vanilla gently pets the Blue Cream then, listening carefully to Shadow Milk. Cherub? What an endearing nickname... He can't help but smile. )
He told me that both yourself and White Lily Cookie have been here for a while, and our current situation here.
I was also informed that time flows strangely here. Despite the time that you have spent here, we seem to both come from the same time on Earthbread. Pavlova Cookie helped me a great deal, though... I would like to do what I can to find out more, as well.
[Hm, but that Pure Vanilla isn't asking a more obvious question tells him Pavlova left out something rather important. He sets the tea kettle on and comes to sit down across from him. His mug.]
He's right, the time here is very strange. I believe that it was the very end of winter when I got here, the smallest smatterings of spring were beginning to bloom, and now here we are, deep in fall!
[His staff changes shape, becoming small enough that it resembles opera goggles or perhaps a little wand so that he can hold it easier in his hands while they talk and he can still see.]
I'm glad to hear my son was helpful to you when he found you! I'll have to thank him later, hehe.
( Pure Vanilla gently blows on his tea, waiting for it to cool down as Shadow Milk speaks. To think that he had been here for so long! He had some idea that he had been here for quite a while, but for nearly a year...?
But then, he says that while Pure Vanilla brings the cup to his lips, nearly choking on his tea. )
Your... son...? F-Forgive me, Pavlova did not mention that the both of you shared such an inseparable bond.
( Maybe... there were things Pure Vanilla really didn't know about his other half just yet?? )
( Oh, dear. It's a good thing that Pure Vanilla can see through those lies. He knows Shadow Milk Cookie very well by now.
And that obvious lie is enough for him to recover from being a bit flustered. )
Is that so? Pavlova and White Lily Cookie did not mention such an important development! Shall I call you dear from now on? We are more involved than I ever imagined, after all.
[Maybe they did. Shadow Milk sure isn't going to spill that anytime soon though, he'd much rather he find it on his own. Maybe he'll remember?]
[Shadow Milk doesn't pull his hand away this time, though it flinches just a little. Shocked by the touch of someone he has both grieved and yearned for after all this time. He swallows.]
I once drank half a bottle of dish-soap to see if it would make you sick through our merged souls.
I don't recommend trying it, I was coughing up bubbles for a week! For something to look so tasty it was incredibly foul to actually drink.
[It was blue, you see. He was betrayed.]
Other than that, of course, we had projects we were working on. Experiments. In fact I finished a spell I was working on for you. Would you like to see?
( Maybe there were some things he's better off not remembering.
Still, what he says next does have him curious... Catching up and hopefully resuming whatever projects he had either alone or with others is something he'd like to resume. )
I would, but beforehand... what kind of spell are you speaking of?
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DON'T APOLOGIZE....
He lets his own staff drop then, choosing to place both hands on top of Shadow Milk's, leaning into the touch. It's far harder for him to see this way, but he doesn't particularly mind -- just as he doesn't mind the blood, either. )
Even so, it was never my intention to be the cause of your pain.
( He has some hope that perhaps... he can find a way to regain what was once lost. He had lost his memories once before, but he's more than aware that he knows nothing about this world and what may be possible. It's just one goal out of many that he wants to try to tackle after what Palvova's told him. )
Oh? And what is it you plan to do?
( It does sound like a threat, but Pure Vanilla's voice remains calm, gentle. )
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[Spoken like a whining four year old who dropped his ice cream on the floor.]
[He continues pulling on his face until he's satisfied with the elasticity of his cheeks. Instead his hands drop and ...tentatively they wrap around him. Fists into his robes and holds him tight, like he might slip through his fingers at any moment. Like none of this is real.]
[The Soul Jam tells him this is real, but even then, can he really believe it? He doesn't know, and it's maddening.]
You can start by telling me what a handsome devil I am. You can tell it to the whole Grove, how wonderful and charming and smart I am. You should make me dinner. I want a ten course meal with deserts. Mostly desserts. I'll make you wear an apron that I made and you'll hate it. Every step you take will honk like a sugarswan.
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( It's a light tease, more than anything else. He really does sound like a child when he talks like that.
It feels all-too-natural to gently card his fingers through hair, a silent way of saying I'm here. Even if he doesn't say it, he can understand how Shadow Milk is feeling. After all, who knows Shadow Milk better than Pure Vanilla himself? If Pure Vanilla had soothed that loneliness he knew Shadow Milk felt before, then how could he not feel some guilt for being the cause of that feeling returning? )
... While my memories may be gone, new memories can be created. At least... if you will allow it, then perhaps this can be the start of a new chapter for the both of us.
( Though, he has questions. It's obvious Shadow Milk has gone through his fair share of hardships, and the once distant relationship the both of them shared has changed dramatically. It feels natural and right, but it feels new.
Though, there's a part of him that feels overjoyed. He wanted so much for his other half to take the hand that Pure Vanilla was offering. He wanted to ease the pain he felt. It's a strange mix of emotions, but that feels par for the course for his short stay in this world. )
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[It feels indulgent, letting Vanilla stroke his hair like that, feels both correct and wrong in ways he's having a difficult time reconciling. His memories are gone, so what happened to all that time they spent together? If he hadn't the Soul Jam to tell him otherwise, he'd worry this wasn't really Vanilla at all. Some trick of the forest. A copy.]
[But he's here, fractured. Memories were never a concern of his before, with his powers he could rewrite the mind as he saw fit if he really wanted to. He doesn't have that power anymore, but sure there's something he can do. Maybe share his own with him. He was amnesiac before in that Raisin Village. This is. This is fixable.]
[Fixable.]
[Shadow Milk takes a long shuddering breath.]
I suppose I will allow it, because I'm so very forgiving.
[As much as he wants to stay here, he thinks maybe they should go somewhere else for now. He nudges Vanilla so that he can stand and- this time he holds a hand out, summoning his staff back from where he through it. It's become a comfortable weight in his hands. The blueberry beholder at its center blinks.]
Let's go... home. You need to be cleaned up, your face is a mess, Vanilly.
[Because Shadow Milk smeared blood all over it just now, but details.]
On the way, tell me what you do recall.
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When he pulls away, Pure Vanilla reaches for his own staff. He pauses at Shadow Milk's next words.
Home...
It'll be surreal, he thinks. Without any memory of this world, what would it mean for him if he was to seem remnants of his previous stay? )
Er... Yes.
( How to phrase this delicately... )
The last thing I remember is our souljams connecting with one another. You had decided to flee only moments before I woke up here.
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lying to himself, but it can't hurt to try. Later he will see about sharing some memories to see if it helps. There are things to be done! He won't have a complete crash out yet.][Yet.]
[He raises a hand an the Other-Realm opens up.]
Mm, so you recall things from Earthbread just fine, it's just your time here has been wiped clean. I see.
[If he speaks of it clinically, then perhaps it will hurt less while he sorts all this out. This is merely a problem to solve. He has Vanilla back, that's what's most important. Everything else can be worked out from there.]
[He holds a hand out to him before stepping through. The blind leading the blind.]
You are in a place called Aldric's Grove. We're currently being trapped here by an entity that has taken possession of the Forest. It's as cruel and sadistic as me but without any creativity or class. I'll crumble it if its the last thing I do.
[The other side of the portal leads them to a kitchen. The scent of sugar and baked goods wafts in the air, as well as lilies.]
We've been given these wretched witch-like bodies as a result. They have their uses, but for the most part I find them subpar. Delicate and temperamental, unlike dough.
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He hesitates for only a moment before walking through the portal. He's been witness to Shadow Milks powers, but experiencing like this is... new. Still, he'll take his hand regardless, letting Shadow Milk guide him.
A cruel and sadistic God... that was what Pavlova had said. It's someone who he intends to try to speak with himself. Pure Vanilla has hopes that this can be resolved in a way that would prove to be beneficial for everyone -- in a way that can be peaceful. Maybe that is the true difference between himself and Shadow Milk. )
I do not think that such words fit you as you are now. You have shown kindness to me, even during our short time speaking to one another upon my return. Pavlova Cookie also seems to have fondness for you. Those emotions are not ones that tend to come lightly for everyone.
( Though... What he says about their bodies cause him to go silent for a moment. It's... been a unique experience to attempt to get used to his body as it is now. He already misses his dough. Yet, being this way has some advantages as well. )
Dough can be healed, even when cracked and broken. Is it not the same for these bodies?
( Interesting... The more they speak, the more Pure Vanilla's mind races. There's already so much he wants to do here. )
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[Once they're there, a little blue cake hound bounds in. It goes stock still at seeing Vanilla before it blinks and then jumps, spins around and freezes again. Then does the same thing a few times before it starts circling Vanilla's legs. Watch your step!!]
[Shadow Milk was in the process of sighing and then opening up a cabinet with magic to float a few mugs down. Tea. They should have tea. His words stop him cold, and he feels it rise up in him again.]
[Something angry and bitter expels out of him like a demon, the shadows around them come to life, writhing in the way his hair once did when it was still long.]
And what would you know of that?! When you don't remember anything about our time-!!
[A mug nearly falls, nearly breaks, and Shadow Milk jerks away as if realizing he might have broken something that belonged to- He gasps as he comes up for air, trying to calm back down.]
Don't- I can practically hear it in your thoughts, Vanilly. That thing in the forest will tear you to pieces, just as it did me-
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He reaches then, gently putting a hand on his other half's shoulder. Never mind the way the shadows twist and shift around the room aggressively. )
... Shadow Milk Cookie...
( There's a hushed softness to his tone. )
I can hear your kindness in your words now. Even if we are to start over, I will not give up until I can find a way to regain what was once lost.
( He doesn't know what solace his words can bring, but he wants to try. )
Nor will you or I have to be alone in this world.
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How many times will you make that promise to me, and break it? How many times will I believe you and come flocking back like a moth to a flame?
[Because he knows he will. He knows now that they've been together so intimately. That they've had their souls pressed together so thoroughly, that having him torn away left him cold and wanting, and even now, just having that spark of flame close enough is already melting the ice he felt in his veins.]
[He'll keep making this mistake over and over again until nothing it left, he wagers.]
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While I do not know what lies in wait for the future, while I can remain here with you, I will remain by your side, as long as you will have me.
That... is a promise that I can keep.
( He doesn't want to promise that either of them will remain here. But, if he is to leave, then he doesn't want to leave alone. There are too many here who have gone through too much. )
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[That he's back, though missing memories...]
I suppose that is better than languishing alone.
[He takes a deep breath and it will be clear through their faint connection that there's relief there, despite his dismissive words.]
Go sit down, I have a lot to explain. I'm not the only one here, either.
[He'll finish getting out mugs for tea. He does find one of Vanilla's and sets it in front of him. Maybe they will still have some of his favorite tea kicking around. Shadow Milk knows he was too afraid to touch it, in the chance they ran out and it was gone forever.]
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Still, he does as directed, sitting down with a quiet thank you when he sets the mug in front of him. The cakehound seems to have settled down, too. He pats the spot next to him, inviting the pup to join him if he wanted to do so. )
Do you mean Pavlova Cookie? He mentioned both yourself and White Lily Cookie quite often in our conversation.
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[Shadow Milk sighs a little but ignores this. That Cakehound...]
You've already met Cherub?
[He seems surprised to hear that. He was not in the vicinity when he arrived was he? Or maybe he was. Ah, perhaps that explains a few things, doesn't it. He'll have to talk to him later.]
What did he tell you?
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He told me that both yourself and White Lily Cookie have been here for a while, and our current situation here.
I was also informed that time flows strangely here. Despite the time that you have spent here, we seem to both come from the same time on Earthbread. Pavlova Cookie helped me a great deal, though... I would like to do what I can to find out more, as well.
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He's right, the time here is very strange. I believe that it was the very end of winter when I got here, the smallest smatterings of spring were beginning to bloom, and now here we are, deep in fall!
[His staff changes shape, becoming small enough that it resembles opera goggles or perhaps a little wand so that he can hold it easier in his hands while they talk and he can still see.]
I'm glad to hear my son was helpful to you when he found you! I'll have to thank him later, hehe.
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But then, he says that while Pure Vanilla brings the cup to his lips, nearly choking on his tea. )
Your... son...? F-Forgive me, Pavlova did not mention that the both of you shared such an inseparable bond.
( Maybe... there were things Pure Vanilla really didn't know about his other half just yet?? )
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Oh? I suppose I can't blame him after all. You and I baked him together, so for you to forget...
[This is so obviously a lie for a ton of reasons, but he wonders if he can pull one over on him while he's already flustered. He sips his tea.]
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And that obvious lie is enough for him to recover from being a bit flustered. )
Is that so? Pavlova and White Lily Cookie did not mention such an important development! Shall I call you dear from now on? We are more involved than I ever imagined, after all.
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It's tragic really! You've missed so much that it's broken my pooooor little heart, you know!
[This ...does not ring as a lie, even as he says it in such a playful way.]
"Dear" is a start, but you've got a looooong way to go before you make it up to me, Vanilla Bean.
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I'm here to listen. The least I can do is try to catch up to anything that I have missed.
( Vanilla Bean... It's an endearing nickname. Did they exchange nicknames with one another? )
dsfjsldf i lost this notif my bad
[Shadow Milk doesn't pull his hand away this time, though it flinches just a little. Shocked by the touch of someone he has both grieved and yearned for after all this time. He swallows.]
I once drank half a bottle of dish-soap to see if it would make you sick through our merged souls.
it's ok!!
... I see.
I cannot say that we parted on the best of terms back home. Yet... I cannot imagine that that was a pleasant experience for you, either.
Did you succeed?
( He's curious. How much did their souls affect one another? )
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[He hums, watching Vanilla's reactions.]
I don't recommend trying it, I was coughing up bubbles for a week! For something to look so tasty it was incredibly foul to actually drink.
[It was blue, you see. He was betrayed.]
Other than that, of course, we had projects we were working on. Experiments. In fact I finished a spell I was working on for you. Would you like to see?
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It was a scolding well earned.
( Maybe there were some things he's better off not remembering.
Still, what he says next does have him curious... Catching up and hopefully resuming whatever projects he had either alone or with others is something he'd like to resume. )
I would, but beforehand... what kind of spell are you speaking of?
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