The kitchen was hot, teeming with Magick and the scent of fresh dough as the god of Time and Decay slowly rolled out some dough.
Shortbread dough, filled with as much magick Strings could fit in it when the dough is cooked, should last as long as the other cookies, if not longer.
The dough had golden threads lined through it, holding the magick in place, holding the commands in place. Strings had to keep this cookie in one piece and give it commands so it would always know what to do.
Moving slowly, he picked up a cookie cutter and cut into the soft dough. Once the dough around the cutter was pulled back, Strings pulled the glittering pale dough out and placed it on the baking sheet.
Within the next few moments, the dough was pressed into the oven, and Strings Just stood next to it.
When this cookie is done, when it’s frosted, warm, and done, he will bring it to Earthbread. Press the guardian cookie into the oven, and alert the cookies of their new guest.
A guest specifically made to protect two of the cookies. Two cookies that are permanently out of his reach. Out of his reach for the rest of eternity.
His eyes twitched before the oven beeped- and he snapped back into motion.
The god pulled the tray out of the oven, not even wearing mitts, before placing it onto the counter. Now he has to wait for it to cool.
..This Cookie will protect the two cookies, protect them from any threat. Anything that could even harm them would fall to this cookie’s hands first.
No matter what, whether the cookie grows from just being a guardian or stays as it is, it will protect the two cookies.
Protect them to its dying breath.
..His hands curled, shifting into fists as he closed his eyes.
Why does this feel so wrong? Why can’t he just go out and be with his Chosen-?
His stilted heart froze as his threads tightened.
Rules exist for a reason. Rules cannot be broken.
He already bent the rules as far as he could. Should he bend them any further, both time and the rules would shatter.
And he cannot let that happen.
Slowly forcing himself to breathe, the god of Decay turned and picked up the frosting, carefully returning to the cookie, he got to work once more. He couldn’t wait anymore. He couldn’t leave his.. family unprotected.
He needed to finish the cookie and put it where it belonged.
