@silent-salt
Silent salt cookie was rolling around in bed. Mumbling, covered in sweat, clearly in some sort of pain.
"Luna... ¿luna?"
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@silent-salt
Silent salt cookie was rolling around in bed. Mumbling, covered in sweat, clearly in some sort of pain.
"Luna... ¿luna?"
@silent-salt
“…may I braid your hair, Mon Papilion?”
"...I thought you would never ask. Here, let me smooth it out a little more for you."
It was already silky and soft, but the faerie meticulously combed through it regardless.
It was 10 in the morning and silent salt cookie was usually up by 7 am.
Something was off
@silent-salt
Elder Faerie entered the room with tea in hand.
"¿Luna?"
@silent-salt
Silent salt cookie approaches from behind looking exhausted. Before hugging Elder Faerie cookie(once again from behind), and resting their head on his
"Awww, hello luna... I was just baking, did you want a taste of the batter?"
He's wearing that cute apron...
Silent salt cookie slowly wakes up on Christmas morning and spots their fiancé, still very much asleep
"Ellie...?" He whispers silently
They lean over him in bed, holding him slightly
"Ellie...!" He whispers again, a bit louder this time, but with a tone still very much soft
@silent-salt
"...zzz... mnnhh... no... only one carrot for Quartz..."
Eepy ellie.
After a few days the chrysalis started growing darker… and yet more transparent
Elder Faerie kept watching. This. This was important. He couldn't spare a single moment away! He HAD to be there...
Nox was outside in the snow playing around with salt
@silent-salt
“You know I thought they may want a blanket but they rip it off!”
"Hahaha... horses gonna horse, I suppose. That reminds me. I think we ought to make the stable a bit larger... give Nox more room when it's too cold for them to be outside. Plus, keeping a horse in a little stall does not sit right with me... they deserve it."
He had other intentions, but the cover sounded convincing enough.
I curse you with the common cold
"...Salt? Dearest? I fear I may be dying..."