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reborn

Hot… so very hot. He could feel it, like the very sugar in his dough was melting, burning, disintegrating! He was so thirsty, but that was the least of his worries now. He screamed but nothing came out of his mouth. Was this it? Was he going to crumble here?

A shadow passed through the flames, reptilian eyes staring deep into his soul. Perhaps this would be his last vision before the flames overtook him.

"What'sss the matter, Cookie?"

In that moment, the poor Cookie begged for his life. It was a last-ditch effort, but the desperation in his voice seemed to move the Red Dragon. Insignificant, helpless, yet there was a strength in the creature that the Red Dragon quite liked, maybe even admired. With a toothy sneer, the Dragon granted the Cookie's wish. But there was a catch. No longer would the Cookie be just an ordinary Cookie. He would become the embodiment of flame, itself, blessed with a fragment of the Red Dragon's power.

Sure, it seemed like a great deal at the time. Not just great, it was wonderful! The Cookie got to keep his life, and he was now crazy strong! But the strength came as little comfort once the Cookie realized he could not return home, could not touch other Cookies. His original life had vanished in an instant, and, sometimes, it got so lonely that the little Cookie wished that he had crumbled away instead. The price of power was steep, indeed.

But he survived. Even as that original Cookie faded into nothing, the Elemental embraced life anew. He lifted himself up, arrogance covering up the weaker emotions, like heartache and grief. Secluded from the rest of Cookiekind, Fire Spirit Cookie became a legend in his own right. He could not interact in Kingdoms, or get too close to forests, but he could soar high above the clouds and look down on Earthbread in all of its glory with adoration. His home was still loved, even after all this time.

Eventually, the time came for him to introduce himself to the other Elementals. It was Sea Fairy Cookie whom he saw, first, from a distance. She responded coolly to him, because she only had eyes for the Moon. At least Moonlight Cookie was more kind, when she was awake. She told him where to find the others. Fire Spirit Cookie journeyed to faraway lands to meet them all, but the Spirit of the Wind seemed to be even more elusive than he was. That guy was always on the move, it was so hard to track him down!

Eventually, he did find the other Elemental, but Fire Spirit Cookie didn't recognize it at the time. All he saw was a green Cookie dancing on the wind, as light as a feather. Tall, graceful, with thin limbs and lithe dough. The faint scent of freshly cut grass hit Fire Spirit Cookie and he could not stop staring for a long while. He'd never seen something so elegant, so beautiful. Poetry in motion…

He fled before he could even introduce himself.

When Fire Spirit Cookie went back to the area, the green Cookie was gone, and he grumbled to himself. As he turned around, he heard the softest sound, and, immediately, his defenses went up. He blocked an arrow that had flown straight towards him. Strange, no normal Cookie should have been able to see him, but that arrow was definitely aimed at him. He turned again, and the green Cookie was there, hands gripping a weapon, a bow made of vines, and another light arrow was pointed in his face.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" gasped Fire Spirit Cookie. He held up his hands in a surrender. "What's with the hostile welcome? I wasn't doing anything!"

"You were staring at me," the green Cookie replied seriously, his eyes narrowed.

Fire Spirit Cookie blanched. "You, uh. You saw that?" He quickly shook his head. "I mean! You can see me?"

The green Cookie lowered his bow after a moment and the arrow was put back into its quiver. "Of course I can see you," he said. "We're both Elementals, aren't we?"

Both? Fire Spirit Cookie blinked owlishly. This was the Cookie he had been looking for, the Wind Spirit. Now that he had time to catch his breath and think about it, that seemed obvious! He relaxed and brought a hand to rest on his hip, suddenly grinning smugly. "Yeah, I guess we are. The name's Fire Spirit Cookie—"

"I know who you are," interrupted the green Cookie. And then he turned to leave.

Again, Fire Spirit Cookie was dumbfounded. This guy was just going to float away after all that? "H-hey wait!" Where was he going?! "Normally, Cookies tell each other their names when they introduce themselves, right?" Even though he had introduced himself, the Wind Cookie already knew his name. But Fire Spirit Cookie didn't know his. That wasn't fair!

The Wind Cookie leapt up into the trees and disappeared among the foliage. Fire Spirit Cookie wanted to chase after him, but if he got too close, he'd set the tree ablaze. He tried calling out to him again.

"Get back here, Windy!"

"My name is Wind Archer Cookie," came a voice behind Fire Spirit Cookie's head.

He whipped around, and the green Cookie was standing there again. Amazing! He was so fast, moved with the wind, itself, just as Fire Spirit Cookie was fire. Fire Spirit Cookie wanted to be annoyed, but he was mostly impressed. How embarrassing. "There we go!" he smirked, crossing his arms over his chest while he still held his staff. "Was that so hard?"

Wind Archer Cookie's eyes blinked slowly, but he remained standing where he was this time. "Millennial Tree Cookie told me you would be coming," he said cautiously. Strange, he was more wary of Fire Spirit Cookie than polite. Why was that? "Now that I have given you my name, I see no reason to linger."

Fire Spirit Cookie continued to grin, but he didn't like that answer. He was annoyed, the corner of his mouth twitching. Why were the other Elementals such pains? "Yeah? Well, I guess that's fine. You've got important places to be, an' all! So important!"

Wind Archer Cookie turned away again, but something about Fire Spirit Cookie's tone rubbed him the wrong way. If he wanted to get a rise out of him, it was working. The green Cookie whirled back towards him, angered. "Some of us have duties to attend to, you know. We can't stand around all day staring at other Cookies without speaking up!"

So he'd struck a nerve. Fire Spirit Cookie winced and leaned back. "Alright, alright! Forgive me for not announcing my presence!" he snapped, his cheeks burning up. After a second, he looked away, his voice getting softer. "You're right. That was rude. Sorry."

There was a pause, silence filling the void between the two of them. In the forest, birds and insects chirped, and Wind Archer Cookie finally sighed. "It's… Alright. I'm not mad anymore."

As he floated away, Fire Spirit Cookie wondered if introducing himself to anyone was even worth it. "Duties," he laughed mirthlessly. "What's so good about having duties if no one else appreciates the hard work you put into 'em?"

Wind Archer Cookie paused. He wanted to respond, to tell Fire Spirit Cookie that working behind the scenes for Cookiekind was reward enough, but he didn't think that would be well-received. Fire Spirit Cookie had a lot to learn, but Wind Archer Cookie couldn't teach him everything. Still, he wouldn't gain anything by being unkind to the other.

"It's hard," he finally said quietly, not sure if Fire Spirit Cookie would even listen to him. "It's hard not… being able to interact with the other Cookies. But we were given this job for a reason—"

"I wasn't," the red Cookie huffed, his tone dangerously low. When he thought about how he'd wound up as Fire Spirit Cookie, he didn't think of it as a good thing, a fated destiny by chance, or whatever Wind Archer Cookie was talking about. "I wasn't chosen by some miracle, or by the Sugar Swan or anything grandiose like that. I just wanted to save my own dough."

Wind Archer Cookie moved back over to him, floating in front of the red Cookie. After a slight hesitation, he reached forward, placing a cool hand against the heated cheek. Fire Spirit Cookie quickly snapped back, worried that he might burn him. Or, maybe he simply moved out of shock. Either way, the comforting Wind was enough to make his flames burn brighter, and Wind Archer Cookie, himself, did not look like he was in any pain. Someone had finally touched Fire Spirit Cookie, after all these years. He stared in awe.

It was silly, but that simple touch made Fire Spirit Cookie feel better. Though Wind Archer Cookie disappeared before either of them could respond with words, Fire Spirit Cookie felt comforted. It was as though new life had been breathed into him, again. Was this what the other Elementals meant when they said that the Wind could revitalize the earthbread?

The forest's tranquility was broken with a happy cheer, a cry of laughter. Fire Spirit Cookie shot up into the air, whooping with glee. His flames burned so hot, and he truly felt alive for the first time in ages. As he dashed back towards the Dragon's Valley, he began to understand just how he could help Earthbread. He'd do it in his own way, one step at a time.

author's notes: slowly, but surely, i'm writing little ficlets for all my favorite Cookie Run pairings. i'm sure a lot of people have already written about Fire Sprit Cookie's origins and first meeting with Wind Archer Cookie. i'm not here to compete, i just had a vision and needed to get out my thoughts. thanks for reading.

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climb

Clotted Cream Cookie had always said, "proper manners are fundamental to Cookies of the Republic." That stupid quote had stuck with Espresso Cookie after all these years. Though he grew up poor in the trenches of the Lower City, like cream, he eventually rose to become a greater version of himself. The days he spent studying and rehearsing had not been in vain. Espresso Cookie would not credit anyone in the Republic as responsible for his rise to fame, even if there were those who were eager to assist him in their own ways. He didn't have very many friends.

Sure, some of the methods he used to climb the ladder were… unconventional, at best. But that did not mean that they were invalid. He wanted to be acknowledged for his skills above anything else. Unfortunately, there had been times where he'd needed a helping hand. And, for that, he'd made sure other Cookies were at least talking about him. Like his ancestors who made the long journey from Crispia's Coffee Village to Choco Mud Town, Espresso Cookie traveled between various locations of Earthbread, all for the sake of gaining knowledge, growing stronger and smarter day by day. His scientific breakthroughs were no accident, but simply being born smart was not enough to get a Cookie to the top, alone.

Espresso's first foray into affection came at an early age. He had been sitting on the shore with Seaweed Cookie watching the sunset, and she'd asked him to be her boyfriend. Too young to know any better, Espresso Cookie had agreed, since it seemed like it was a very mature and cool thing to do. When they kissed, it was not special, a small peck on the lips that amounted to nothing. Neither of them had enjoyed it, but Espresso distinctly remembered that he had made his friend happy, for a brief moment. That memory stuck with him for a long time.

As he grew older, Espresso learned several things about himself; he learned that he did not like female Cookies, he was considered beautiful, and that he could use his beauty as an advantage. Whenever he came across powerful male Cookies who could propel him to greater heights, he would flirt. Was it a mistake? Perhaps, but flirting definitely helped him. At first, he hated that it did, but he did it anyway, until it became second nature. He learned proper manners, learned how to speak and lie through his teethcings, all thanks to the Cookies he stepped over along the way. For several years, Espresso Cookie was able to do this, until he finally got recommendations from Parfaedia. And then, even there, Espresso used his charm and wit to get ahead. That left him able to use the Institute's laboratory, even though he was a terrible professor.

And then, somewhere along the way, Espresso met Clotted Cream. Like him, Clotted Cream was an ambitious Cookie who wanted to prove himself to the Elders of the Republic. Though they had different methods, their goals were similar. Espresso Cookie thought he would use the slightly younger Cookie's status to help him, the way he'd done with so many others.

However, Clotted Cream Cookie was not an idiot. He saw right through Espresso Cookie, and told him so. This made Espresso try all the more to impress him, but Clotted Cream had none of it. Clotted Cream certainly acknowledged that Espresso was gifted, but did not wish to get involved with him. Espresso wasn't one to give in so easily. If he had Clotted Cream Cookie in his back pocket, he would be able to have anything he wanted. The young heir of House Custard would be the final piece Espresso needed to fit into his messy puzzle. But Clotted Cream had his own troubles. He was perfectly polished, and he was being considered to become the Crème Republic's Consul. It was something he wanted, for a variety of reasons, and he did not need to have some fling that would tarnish his reputation.

They saw each other at a fancy party one night, and spent the entire time making jabs at each other under their breaths. Eventually, Espresso Cookie confronted Clotted Cream Cookie while he was alone on the balcony that connected to the ballroom.

"What is your problem with me?" Espresso hissed to his back. He was completely exasperated with this Cookie that would not even look at him. But Espresso Cookie could not even blame him. He had come on strong, and for all the wrong motives. If anything, he was lucky to not be thrown out on his earcing that night.

Clotted Cream Cookie huffed, sneering as he gazed out at the garden. "Must you really ask, Espresso Cookie? Look at yourself. You are a scientist. For what use do you have to use such underhanded methods? Is everyone in the Lower City so crass?"

Espresso was at his side within moments. "Do not speak about them that way," he warned. It was enough for Clotted Cream to denounce him, but he would not tolerate him badmouthing his home.

It was the first time Clotted Cream had ever heard Espresso stand up for someone other than himself. He slowly turned his head to look at him seriously. "You are not helping them this way. You know that, right?"

Espresso's eyes narrowed. Again, Clotted Cream understood more than he let on. Espresso Cookie had always been successful, but his successes were not only for himself. He was working his way up so that he could help the citizens of the Lower City. And, perhaps, Clotted Cream wanted that, too. Why could they not work together?

That was the first time they saw eyecing to eyecing, and the first time they spent the night together. But their union didn't last. They were too similar, and Espresso became bored, quickly. Not only that, but they constantly bickered about who was using who, there was no trust. Espresso did get his laboratory, and his work on Magic Candies progressed. His relationship with Clotted Cream, however, only became more rocky as time went on. It was Clotted Cream who ended it, first, and Espresso was more than relieved, though he did mourn for the loss of what could have been.

He became more closed off than ever after Clotted Cream Cookie terminated their agreement. Now, Espresso Cookie wondered just how he had gotten to this point in his life. He was at his lowest, stealing Soul Jams while being chased down by House Custard like a fugitive. All for his integrity. What integrity? How many Cookies had Espresso Cookie climbed over to get to this point? He'd always said that he never wanted to hurt others, and yet…

"Espresso Cookie?"

Espresso let out a heavy sigh. This one, again.

He barely spared Madeleine Cookie a glance. He'd gotten use of House Madeleine's airship in almost the same way he'd gotten everything else; by using his silver tongue. For all intents and purposes, Madeleine had not done a thing wrong, and Espresso had pulled the silly fool into his crimes because he'd needed something from him. He did not consider what he'd done a crime, even though the Elders surely must have.

"What is it, Madeleine Cookie?" Espresso replied stiffly. "Have you come to admonish me?"

What did admonish mean, thought Madeleine Cookie. He did not ask. "You've been sitting here alone the entire time. Are you well? Shall I bring you a glass of water?"

Now Espresso looked at him. He was a little surprised, but he did not show it. "I am not ill." They were in Choco Mud Town, hiding out while they waited for the airship to arrive. Hopefully the Ancients would be able to fix his clumsy fiasco. He wanted to do it on his own, but he didn't have the power. He couldn't stand up against Clotted Cream and the Elders. Again, Espresso was feeling his shortcomings. He rubbed his face, looked exhausted.

"When was the last time you slept?" Madeleine asked.

"Who knows?" responded Espresso as he leaned against the wall of the hut they were hidden in. "Maybe a few days ago? Why?"

Madeleine was quiet for a moment, looking like he was thinking of something. Espresso almost wanted to tell him to stop before he hurt himself. But before the words could leave his mouth, Madeleine had taken off his cape and wrapped it tightly around the dour Cookie. What was the meaning of this?

"Haha!" Madeleine laughed. "You must rest if you want to continue running, you know! If you wish to close your eyes, feel free! My soothing voice shall serenade you while you sleep-"

Espresso's arm shot out from the cape and he quickly covered Madeleine's mouth. "N-no! I really don't need that!" They were supposed to be keeping quiet, after all!

Madeleine Cookie looked dejected for a moment, but he reached out to pat Espresso Cookie's shoulder. He spoke again when Espresso dropped his hand. "Don't be sad, Espresso Cookie. You are doing the right thing! That's why you have many friends willing to stand with you."

What friends, Espresso mused! Did Madeleine mean GingerBrave, and the rest? They weren't his friends! Espresso opened his mouth, then hung his head. He didn't know what to say to that. All his life, he had struggled, and now, while moping at rock bottom, he was being comforted by an idiot. Truly, he could not go anywhere but up from here. He finally smiled wryly, removing his glasses.

"Thank you. And," And, what? He thought about apologizing to Madeleine Cookie, too, but perhaps he'd do that later. He didn't need to explain himself, yet. It wasn't as though they were really friends. "Never mind."

Madeleine just beamed at him, not really understanding what was going on in the other's head. But that was alright. They would have time to chat, someday. Someday, Madeleine Cookie would like to know about all those former struggles, and about Espresso Cookie's past. He hoped that he would get the opportunity. For now, he would watch Espresso's back. He deserved to have a friend in his life.

Author's notes: something whipped up in an afternoon, but i'd been thinking about it for a few days. i am not sure what the point of it is, maybe to just get some headcanons about espresso down. and i like the idea of clotted cream and espresso being exes.

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oblivion (author's notes)

i realized after i posted my fic i forgot to include some author's notes, so here they are! thank you for the likes and reblogs i have already received.

i have not written a fic in ages. i'm a roleplayer, first and foremost, because i have more fun playing/writing/collaborating with other people. i think the last time i attempted a fic was in 2018, or something. and it never went anywhere. i decided to create a one-shot after i was struck by some inspiration, but i sat on the idea for days before finally typing up something in one night (a few hours). oblivion was the result.

i really wanted to write less dialogue, but i think it's alright the way it is. it's definitely not perfect. i think the main idea i had was silent salt meets elder faerie and decides to be selfish after never doing anything for himself. it comes off as... not nice? problematic? but that was what i wanted. and i apologize if people did not like the way i portrayed him here. i really wanted a persephone and hades type of deal. that was my main motivation. i think, were i to continue with another chapter, salt would feel bad later and tell fae everything. and ef, being ef, would forgive him, and be happy that ss granted him another life. good feelings!

maybe i'll put it on ao3 someday? but i don't really feel like it. i know it'd get more traction there, but i want to remain unseen. if only 20 people like my fic, that is okay with me.

anyway, thanks for reading my ficlet. this was just a little thing for me, and i've been overwhelmed at the number of likes it has. if you want more, let me know. and if you want to expand or draw or whatever on your own, feel free!

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oblivion

He had met countless souls, an endless cycle of death followed him as he lead each and every one to their final resting point. And yet, the Guide had never met another crumbled more beautiful than that of the late Faerie King. His looks, alone, were enough to take his breath away. Not that he needed to breathe anymore. Foolish, he thought to himself, that a mere Cookie would make him weak in the knees after all these years. Hadn't the Ferryman given up his so-called humanity eons ago, when he had realized there was no point in feeling sorry for the fallen?

Apparently, he had briefly forgotten. This was strictly business, his duty.

And, yet, the King was not afraid of crumbling. He smiled warmly at his Guide, knowing exactly what he was here to do. His eyes were soulful and kind.

"Ah, so I see it is finally the end," he said to the Guide ever so nonchalantly.

The Guide's throat felt dry all of a sudden. "Yes." And then his mind went blank. The King canted his head and waited patiently. For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the Guide through his one-eyed mask, gazing upon such a lovely creature. What now? He struggled to recall his lines, the same lines he had recited many, many times before. There should have been no struggling, at all. Yet he found himself sinking in the depths of those silver eyes.

Finally, his mouth remembered. "I am the shepherd who guides souls to their eternal sleep. I have come to be your Guide to your final resting place."

The King nodded, still smiling wistfully. There may have been a tinge of regret in his tired eyes, but his voice was strong and without hesitation. "I understand. I am ready to go." What else could he say? It wasn't as though he could take anything with him beyond this realm, material possessions or even memories.

"Then follow the sound of my voice," said the Guide, as darkness consumed them. It was difficult to see for a while, but the King did as he was told.

"Your voice is quite soothing," he said to the Guide as he approached him.

"...Do not lie," said the Guide, though he had not meant to speak his mind at that moment. He felt he was intimidating! That was what most souls said when they met him.

The King chuckled in response. He seemed very laid-back for someone whose life was ending. "I would not lie to you! You sound like an old friend."

There was another lengthy pause between them. Mostly because the Guide did not know what to say. He'd never had a conversation like this before. He did not think that the King was joking around with him, but he still was confused.

After waiting for a response, the King sighed. "My apologies. I did not mean to make things awkward."

"You did not," said the Guide. Maybe he was the one who was lying.

It suddenly became lighter as they crossed over into another realm. They came to the River, at last, and the Guide stepped onto the boat first, then held out his hand and helped the King on. As the boat began to rock away from the shore, the Guide turned his back on the King. He did not want to stare at him, because he was a little ashamed of himself. He was finding it difficult to not act on impulse. It would be fine, he would ferry the King across the River, and then he would never have to see or worry about his soul again. All would be well.

...But would it? Even now, the Guide was conflicted. He did not enjoy being conflicted.

"Do not touch the water," he said. He had not turned around, but seemed to know that the King was staring into the waves curiously. Eventually, he would have to anyway, though. What did it matter if he forgot his life now? Why did the Guide care? He found that he wanted to spend a little more time with the King, as long as he could, before they reached the end.

The King rested his hands in his lap. He continued to smile, amused about something. "Do not worry, I was only looking. You must have eyecings in the back of your head."

The Guide was silent again. Do not engage, do not engage, do not-- "I do not." Oh, he was flustered. It may have only been an idiomatic phrase, but it still put the Guide on edge. He was not uncomfortable, he was merely concerned with his attitude. He eventually turned around to look down at the King seated in the back of the boat. He sighed. "I am sorry. I am not good for conversation." He didn't need to be! Why was he explaining himself?

"I am the one who is talking too much," said the King apologetically. His smile was a little sad, now. He glanced down at his hands. "Perhaps I am more nervous than I thought I'd be."

So that was it. That was more familiar. And, yet, this did not comfort the Ferryman. In fact, knowing that the King was nervous made him feel disheartened. The Guide wished that he could take away his pain, his fear, and then wished that he would stop feeling so silly around him. Slowly, he shook his head. He was frowning, though this was impossible to tell thanks to his mask. "You may speak," the Guide replied in a calming tone. "I would like to hear what you have to say." This was not out of kindness, or compassion, he told himself. He was trying to ignore his own thoughts by saying this. Though, there was a part of him that did want to hear what the King had to say, honestly.

The King lifted his head and smiled, and the Guide could feel himself losing his resolve once more. But now that he had told the soul he could speak, he did not want to be rude and turn away from him again. So he stood there politely, and annoyed at his own musings.

"I am just thinking about what will happen once we reach the end of the river. It is, to my understanding, an eternal sleep, where I shall want for nothing, and no longer have any worries." The King spoke to the Guide as though he were his stalwart companion, like they had known each other for years. He went on to tell the other Cookie about his life, and some regrets he might have had. The boat continued onward, and, soon, there were butterflies made of light that surrounded them. The end was near.

"Do not fret," said the Guide. "You will not remember your life, or your loved ones, once you plunge into the River."

The King nodded. "I suppose that is what I fear the most." His silver eyes appeared watery. Was he going to cry, here? Now? The Guide would not be able to remain unaffected! Fortunately, no tears fell. Perhaps he did not have it in him anymore, the strength to cry. "Will you remember?" he suddenly asked, staring up at the Guide.

His eye behind the mask widened, and he looked stunned, as though the soul had punched him in the gut. Silence hung in the air, the butterflies flitting back and forth between them, some landing on them, in the Faerie King's silver hair. He truly was ravishing, and a great urge was coming over the Guide. His frustrations bubbled out, he clenched and unclenched his fists.

"Of course I will remember," he spat out. "I remember every soul who sits in my ferry! Every soul that comes into contact with me. I remember the ones who plead for their lives, and the ones who, like you, calmly do as they are told and follow me into Oblivion. I remember the young souls, the old souls, the ones whose time came too early, and the ones who had cursed me for not coming sooner. Yes, Faerie King, I will remember you."

At some point during the tirade, the Faerie King's smile had faded. His lips parted in shock, anguish. His brows furrowed, and he stood up in the boat. The Guide did not know what he was doing, yet he did not raise a finger to fight as the King's hands came up to cup his mask. He did not try to remove it; touching the Guide of the Crumbled directly would be too painful. But once he was there, standing in front of him, he was crying. He cried not for himself, but for the Guide.

"That is... too painful to bear," he said mournfully. "You carry such a heavy burden. I am so sorry."

One could hear a pin drop, it was so eerily quiet. Even the butterflies stopped moving, all landing on the nearest surface and keeping their wings still. The King was so close, too close. He was touching him! This was unprecedented. There was nowhere for the Guide to go, he was standing at the front of the boat, which had also stopped moving. His eye was wide again. He did not pull away, even as the King tipped his chin down to bring their foreheads together. That was it, that was the last straw. The King had made a grave mistake.

In one swift motion, the Guide shoved the King into the water. He regretted it instantly, but, by then, it was too late. He watched the King sink into the River. He would not remember this, he would be at peace forever.

Except that the Guide could not allow it to happen. He dropped down and plunged his arm into the cold water. He grabbed what he could, then he hauled the King back into the boat by his robes. The King did not move for a while, and by now, the butterflies had vanished completely. The air was thicker, the skies were dark. They were no longer in the Ferryman's boat on the River.

He carried the body into his home in the Underworld, being as gentle as he could. The Cookie's long lashes fluttered open as they walked, and he looked around, not recognizing anything. This was to be expected, he had touched the River of Oblivion, after all. But the one behind the mask seemed almost familiar, in a soothing way.

"I beg your pardon. But I do not remember your name," he said to the Guide sheepishly.

The Guide continued to carry him, than sat with him in front of a fire to help him dry off.

"That is alright, you are merely disoriented," replied the Guide. "My name is Silent Salt Cookie, and I am your husband."

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I just found out this morning that we don't have rent for November. Only one member of our five person household is working right now, with two unable to work and the other two just recently laid off but still searching. On top of that, one of our cats has suddenly developed a sickness that we need to take her to the vet for, creating further drain on our finances.

I potentially have a job lined up, but that doesn't start until the beginning of November, and the last working member of the house can't provide for all of us. So, I've opened commissions up again.

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