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[truthandeceit]

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"An anomaly huh?" Shadow Milk Cookie leans in closer. "With everything goin on right now, that could be anything."

Either something that silly Time Balance Department thing has more authority on, or something as big as another Ultimilk, who can say? Still, it does pique is curiousity.

"Can you get some cameras in there? I want some visuals to see what we're dealing with before we get all gung-ho about anomaly wrangling."

[goldcnradiance]

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"While I do not support Shadow Milk Cookie's goals, I do oppose that burning brute. Consider ourselves temporarily allied."

[cookieofearthbread]

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Candy Apple merely only looked at the ground, not wanting to make eye contact, when she approached Black Sapphire and tucked on his sleeves to get his attention so that he could treat with the injuries she received (one that could have been avoided if she listened to the other but she didn’t).

Regardless, she bit her lips to stop herself from hissing in pain as Black Sapphire started to administer the treatment then let out a small huff when he made his comments.

“... Only my hands to protect my head as I didn’t want to hit my head against the ground…Considering how high up I was and how far I rolled down the hill.”

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A light rainfall pitter-pattered upon the walls of the spire, the sky a gloomy but calming mix of blues and greys.

Eve had made it a habit to weasel her way into Sapphire’s room every night — whether that be willingly or by choosing a new hiding spot to pop out of —, flooding tranquility with questions galore and comments on just about anything to fill the void. It ranged from mediocre ones such as the weather and daily tasks to philosophical and religious, always ready to pick his brain on what she deemed as ‘vast knowledge’.

This time however, the sheep was just as quiet as the soft music idly playing in the background. She watched the rain from the open window, dangling her feet and staring below into the open cavern of darkness. One wrong slip and she’d be crumbled, just like that — no ifs, ands, or buts. Gone.

“…Why are we so fragile?”

Was the inquiry of the night, it seems. Her eyes never left the falling height.

“Do you ever wonder that? What our purpose is in this strange phenomena…did the Witches bake us with a destiny mixed in our dough for us to somehow find along the line? Or…are we just testin’ the limits on how sturdy our bodies really are before the jam runs cold?

One wrong move…that’s an early expiration date. Surely it can’t be that easy if we were created for a cause, right? The Gods wouldn’t bake us to be crumbled that easily…right?”

And the other reason she preferred to stay in his company — the navigation of spiraling.

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“There’s somethin’ clogged in it! Here, see?”

Click.

The second she raises her sleeve up to his investigation, something inside triggers — and instead of a hand popping out, a torrent of sticky glue and glitter rushes into his face instead.

“Oh! Oh, thank you so so so so SO MUCH, Doctor Sapphire ~ ! I’m cured ~ !”

Cue the bleat-cackling.

[cookieofearthbread]

"KYHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!"

And with that Candy Apple ran for her life.

[truthandeceit]

💭 // Either Shadow Milk, or Primordial Chaos c:

Send 💭 for something my muse wants to say to yours, but won't.

I care about you and Candy Apple Cookie more than I ever will admit. Despite everything, every single thing the three of us have been through, you're still there for me. You never leave my side. I'm not forcing you to stay near me but you stay, anyway. No matter how bad it gets, you take my side.

It means everything to me. And, I don't know what I'd do if I lost you.

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it  isn't  the  first  time  he's  left  them,  and  it  certainly  won't  be  the  last  —  well,  he  HOPES  it  won't  be  the  last.  (  how  anticlimactic  that  would  be!  )  'tis  nothing  personal,  of  course.  the  beast  has  never  been  one  to  linger  in  a  single  place  for  very  long.  even  his  splendiferous  spire  frequently  goes  long  stretches  without  its  master  gracing  the  stage  —  it  makes  the  moments  wherein  shadow  milk  does  resume  his  proper  place  beneath  the  spotlight  all  the  more  IMPACTFUL.

alas,  the  circumstances  surrounding  his  departure  THIS  time  around  are  a  little  more  complicated  than  mere  wanderlust  or  a  craving  for  some  mischief.  by  the  by,  off  to  fight  my  eviler  twin  in  a  battle  to  the  death.  don't  feed  candy  apple  cookie  after  midnight.  toodles!  maybe  he  should  give  sapphy  a  raise  after  this.  (  what's  that?  he  doesn't  PAY  him?  details,  details!  )

❝  aww,  don't  get  your  microphone  bent  out  of  shape,  sapphy!  that's  FUTURE  shadow  milk's  issue  —  and  i  have  it  on  good  authority  that  he's  grrreat  at  solving  problems.  ❞  namely,  the  ones  that  PRESENT  shadow  milk  does  not  want  to  deal  with.  ❝  all  you  have  to  do  is  hold  down  the  fort,  a-like  always,  and  in  the  VERY  UNLIKELY  scenario  that  i'm  gone  for  more  than  a  week...  ❞  he  trails  off  for  a  moment.  then,  shrugs.  ❝  eh,  you're  a  smart  cookie.  i'm  suuure  you'll  figure  something  out!  ❞

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