Deceit

We all live for some spicy drama, amirite?

[beastcfburden]

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[beastcfburden]

I've maxed Shadow Milk's affection to lv 10. Now... to build trust. Almost to lv 4 with that, and...

They're reading mine and Tick's threads again. smh

[beastcfburden]

@khronometreur from eep

Often times this was how he managed rest. Days where he was in the presence of another- Sugar being the one who would delicately assist closing down his wandering mind to rest before exhaustion would take claim. And Timekeeper's hand brushing through the starlit galaxy of his hair, his eyes fluttered close at how that touch alone lulled him with such dreamy temptations. Each stroke created a shimmer beneath their hand with stars seeming to twinkle up at them.

Fount felt the shift. Briefly his eyes opened half-lidded in wonder. "I can feel you stopped time..." he muttered.

The thought made him smile. And he wondered if she really was offering this moment between the seconds for him.

And he smiled that this was no dream.

After a deep exhale, there was an eventual relinquish unto sleep. However long it took, Fount rested comfortably and easily. His mouth parted, and would eventually move as if they wished to keep speaking. And as he slept, too did his hair seemed to come alive- as if watching the night sky itself on a clear night. Stars seemed to shoot from one lock of hair onto another. Blues shifted. And from this angle, it would be possible fore Timekeeper to notice a glowing white... freckle? a star? against the Fount's blue chest. But whether he had more was hidden beneath robes.

It was as if though the Virtue slept, the universe never would.

[vaniliight]

Pure Vanilla thoughtfully committed it to memory, subtly switching the staff around as he turned alongside Candy Apple. “White Lily and I being rulebreakers is – frankly, the least of our concerns. Though I’m not apologising for taking the books. They were important at the time, and still are… to me.” he said after a moment of debate, deciding Shadow Milk was correct. “All the same, we should tread with caution. I don’t know if she may’ve given Silent Salt Cookie the ability to get into the grounds. At least… I don’t think she would’ve.” his friend wasn’t the most trusting of strangers, even if Silent Salt had pledged their blade to whatever cause it was ( Freedom. It’d always been about Freedom. Cookies deserve to have their choices, whether it be weal or woe. ).

He banished the thoughts, and braced himself. Stepping back into the ruins of Academy was something he hadn’t expected; even after the destruction wrought by his wayward, well-meaning friend. Right.

Memory lane could wait.

The healer looked at the dimensional rift, a brief flash of nostalgia flickering across his face, before Pure Vanilla steeled himself; stepping through it and to the other side. He tried to ignore how the familiar new-old sensation of the twisting hallway felt before his feet hit the familiar, cool tiles of the receiving hall. The silence was what he noticed first, his seeing-eye staff sweeping cautiously before he gave a scrunch of his nose.

Nothing dangerous at first glance, even if the shards of sugar glass still remained on the floor from the explosion that rocked it. Something he could avoid, at least. Pure Vanilla stretched his magical senses out, seeking out – something, but… nothing.

“We’re alone.” he murmured half to himself, reaching up to give the one crow a gentle scritch. “Remember, three caws if you spot something that’s not supposed to be here.” he decided he would follow Shadow Milk’s lead from here on out, deciding to fall back from his circled wandering.

“Where are we headed?”

[beastcfburden]

Hmm. He stared at Pure Vanilla a moment while the mental gears ticked away. Ever so odd about his forever bestie in close leagues with Silent Backstabber-Salt. Now that he paused to think about it, who was to really say Vanille wasn't setting him up for a trap after all this heartfelt mushy garbage. What was to say White Lily wouldn't turn on him just the same? Part of the reason he had Candy Apple tagging along. Just in case.

Speaking of, as they stepped through, the younger deceitling stood in absolute awe seeing the old school for the first time.

Shadow Milk carted a hand back through his hair finally taking in his old dump of a school. Less cookies around, but that was kinda a nice thing, right? He wondered if the inside fared any different. Candy Apple would have a nice run of the place around the academy floors while keeping an eye out the windows.

"Right well... some decor are new in comparison to those good-bad ol' days. Come to think of it, I never picked through your mind too much about this place. Fragments and all. You can imagine how many loooooooong generations likely passed through here. Did you know some of the faculty are actually-" he stopped as if that may be too deep a secret for a need to know basis.

Well... Black Sapphire knew. Wouldn't be a well kept secret, but hey, what's a threat or two and bound loyalty gonna getcha~

"Well... what ACTUALLY happened to my faculty, rulebreaker?" he poised, abandoning his giggling minion and leading the other through the dusty hall. Another pause. Dusty? This place was suppose to be enchanted to keep the layers of time from piling up... "You know they were a part of my keeping things running and guarding those forbidden tomes I mentioned earlier~ I'd sure hate to think something happened to them when each held a purpose beyond keeping the students safe. Especially the Headmaster since we'll be heading to their office."

Yeah, he knew it might have had something to do with it leaving a few Dark Moon Magic books out, but... this wasn't about him right now.

[beastcfburden]

Perusing outfits Aster would wear, and...

also this, but in blue 🡻

[beastcfburden]

I don't trust any of you bozos dressing me up.

[vaniliight]

Pure Vanilla waited quietly until he was certain that he was alone, the emptiness of the twisted hallways and rooms echoing in the silence. His wings opened a little, then closed, as he sagged a little against the doorway. Mixed relief that he hadn’t been so thoroughly claimed yet by this connection, and anxiety in the fact that he was trapped here.

The healer allowed himself a moment to wipe away what few tears that managed to escape, before Pure Vanilla shook himself. Right. Compartmentalise this and move on. He couldn’t escape, but that wasn’t his goal. Escaping would likely see his wings snapped clean off, and he was not keen on finding out how that felt.

So he would explore, to see what this twisted, imagined world was. He saw mixes of what had been a Vanilla Kingdom’s palace, but he wasn’t sure if it had – been his. Some things didn’t sit right, for example; one place had a statue where there had been a window, and so forth. Or a vase would have the wrong relief… he was certain.

His feet led him to where he felt might’ve been a study at one moment, rifling curiously through the shelves. What scarce few books were around – empty, blank.

Unsettling.

Pure Vanilla retreated from there to a library, but found the same result. Empty. The books were perfectly blank, even ones that felt like they had once held magic in them. Just… what was the draconic Shadow Milk attempting, here? Recreation? Like the study, he eventually left and retraced his steps back to the room that he had been in.

( Not his room. It can’t be his room. It doesn’t feel. Real. )

From there, he looked around, checking drawers out of curiosity, before… a sheaf of letters – neatly stacked, in the false bottom of the vanity’s dresser. His heart quickened some, quickly running his fingers over the pieces of paper.

If the past ‘me’ is correct in his theory, this ‘Shadow Milk’’s state of mind is still deteriorating, worse than it was last recorded. There was a sense of urgency that hadn’t seen before. Desperation almost, as he begged me to connect with him. I told him I would after I finished my project… but I can sense his impatience. I may not have much longer before I meet that same, fated end. I can only hope the one after me will be able to help where I cannot.

Day 03 xx. At least I think its Day 03. I lost track of time about… a month ago. That feels correct. He’s taken to watching me with an intense fervor that keeps my movements limited. There’s a hall he never lets me go down, and steers me away from anything that could go on an upper floor. I suppose my attempts to climb down the balcony – or what passes as one – is why.

The rest of them went backwards, detailing a few things. Each one theorising something different about the draconic Shadow Milk. One had a nasty injury that was only getting worse – nothing fixed it. Another had only been there for a supposed week by their calculations before they had met an unfortunate ending.

The first one didn’t even last a day. The fear in his scrawl an acidic taste in the back of his mouth as the ramblings of a terrified Pure Vanilla explained what had happened to his home – his friends, the Shadow Milk of his timeline.

Pure Vanilla hummed to himself, before he quietly gathered the letters and put them away in the false bottom; turning around the room slowly after to get an idea of what it looked like. Finding the touches from these other Pure Vanilla’s, narrowing his eyes with a pensive expression. With a twirl, he fell against the bed with a soft oof, adjusting himself some due to the wings to get comfortable.

Nothing much else to do, he supposed, but to wait.

[beastcfburden]

There were many viable timelines the TBD had not snipped away or tampered with in some regard from what he saw. His lens of truth always shown him evidence of their trails left behind- things normal cookies or otherwise shouldn't see. Things that had been trimmed to specifications. Split ends and sewn-in patches of time. This was one Shadow Milk that could slip through just the right seams like a true slippery serpent.

Wriggling his way through a gap in the folds where this timeline forked off from another. The great dragon's wings outstretched into the fresh sea air just outside the Crème Republic's seafaring border where he'd seen his target a few numerous times throughout his recovery and destruction missions.

No doubt he'd have been spotted by their navy in just these few short moments. The sound of the red alert echoed full and loud on cue.

A roar sounded from this Shadow abomination, and he flew forth.

-

Time was a distorted in this subspace being outside of it. However long had truly passed was perhaps a few hours at best, but something rumbled throughout Pure Vaniilla's room. An earthquake wasn't quite right, but whatever foundations the patchwork castle spire had shook almost as if something was being changed in the structure.

The giant shadow dragon was attaching a tailor shop, earth crumbling from beneath where the building had been ripped from the ground, straight into a portion of the vanillan palace's open archway to force them into a magically binding connection. A place that would exist like it was originally built onto the structure.

Shadowed hands reached out and held the mass into place, and the dragon released hold once he seemed satisfied with the work done. This effort entirely for Pure Vanilla, and the dragon almost immediately turned its head towards the window of his other half's room.

[beastcfburden]

We are NOT romantic partners.

[beastcfburden]

@silverymusings - What is Shadow Milk's favorite kind of music?

I mentioned the other day his favorite instrument is a harp, but there was a time he was fond of some folk songs back when he was Fount. Those that lived closer to his Spire indulged in these and he found them entertaining.

But in truth, he both is and was very partial to waltzes.

[beastcfburden]

He's either overstimulated or understimulated... probably the latter. But man... there is no fix tonight.

[beastcfburden]

|| HC. ||

Part of what makes ad-lib Shadow Milk so believable is the fact that Eternal Sugar can alter his perception. He's a good actor, yes. Amazing and fantastic as well. But if she wished to... tighten those puppet strings, she can alter his perception entirely~

[beastcfburden]

anon - Ufufufu mon roi, do you still wonder why you paint the roses red? Or have you accepted that they simply don’t exist as you wish it?

There's a grumble under his breath and passing glances around for the voice's owner before Shadow Milk vocalized a quick retort of "Ils méritent d'être rouges. I am a master of my own making, thank you."

Regardless of whips and whimsies of disembodied voices. Hmph. Maybe this, too, is madness.

[beastcfburden]

You bet he's gonna perform as the King of Hearts for his next performance. Off with ALL their heads.

[ihaveyuriandimustyaoi]

guess who just read alice in wonderland

[beastcfburden]

@covetedtruth from being ragdolled

Eyes looked down with a hm? as those tendrils wrapped about him. The immediate lift into the and first shake brought a tickled sensation, and grew as the other rattled the Sage this way and that. Certainly it would have brought any other cookie that dreaded wheezy feeling or fear perhaps, but he wasn't a normal cookie, was he? And mayhaps it wasn't the most appropriate response to laugh at the tendril ride, but what a strong response to Truth!

After the moment of being flailed and flung, Sage was sent right off the cliff with an audible "oop!"

!!

To be a real shooting star for just a moment! What a fantastic experience with his creamy starlit hair providing the perfect tail for such a flight- something he'd never thought of until now. Before he could hit the ground below, however, just in the nick of time, levitation magic kicked in leaving him staring back at the top of the mountain.

Interesting.

Utilizing his magnificent key staff for a lift, the Sage avoided the steps this time for a quicker return at the very least to thank this delightful stranger for the experience. With the return, he applauded this Truthless Recluse. "That was fun! And you seem to be well versed in magic as well! Wonderful! You must tell me everything. Where did you learn such arcane art? Why did you react so strongly? Was it the book? Perhaps gold gilding rather than the blue?"

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