#saltedsilence

[goldcnradiance]

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Wings beat softly in the air as she stared down at the silent knight with unabashed concern and curiosity. While a striking set of armor that he bore, the volume of silence was the eerie sensation gripping the golden goddess. Perhaps another time she'd not paid such reserve due attention, yet it was that soul jam set upon his chest was painted no clearer a picture that this was White Lily's beast. And given her own reserves since facing Burning Spice- since her own strained feelings since the loss of her kingdom by the Freedom bearer's actions...

Spear remained poised and defensive as she struggled finding what was to be made of this one. Not friendly to be sure.

"I'm afraid there will be no place for Silence in my kingdom."

[pinchofdeceit]

@saltedsilence &&. said... " i  told  the  truth.  just  not  all  of  it. "

❝  did  you  now?  ❞  his  tone  is  sweet  enough  to  be  downright  sickening,  an  exaggerated  mockery  of  sugar's  melodic  lit.  a  single  tentacle  SLAMS  into  the  wall  beside  salt's  head  —  oh,  shadow  milk  isn't  so  naive  as  to  assume  that  would  be  enough  to  make  the  not-so-loyal  knight  flinch,  but  the  clatter  of  debris  sounds  pretty  on  his  armor!  ❝  y'know,  we  in  the  business  call  that  kinda  thing  lying  by  omission.  have  you  ever  heard  of  it  before,  salty?  ❞  he  doesn't  give  him  a  chance  to  reply  —  not  that  the  beast  is  really  expecting  him  to.  between  the  two  of  them,  they  BOTH  know  who  the  yapper  is!  ❝  it's  when  you  keep  all  of  your  dirty  little  secrets  to  yourself,  even  when  it  would  be  so,  so  helpful  for  everyone  else  to  know.  liiike,  for  exaaample...  when  a  knight  in  dingy  armor  APPARENTLY  knows  more  about  the  witches  than  he's  letting  on.  that's  not  very  solidaristic  of  you,  now  is  it?  hmm?  ❞

he  pulls  away  unexpectedly,  spinning  around  and  floating  away  a  short  distance.  it  gives  the  illusion  that  he's  willingly  turning  his  back  on  him.  (  shadow  milk  isn't  stupid,  of  course;  the  eyes  in  his  hair  never  waver.  )  ❝  oh,  salty,  salty,  salty.  i  do  so  wonder  what  goes  on  underneath  that  tin  can  of  yours.  can't  exactly  blame  me,  can  ya?  i  was  BAKED  to  know  things!  ...  and  you  are  one  tough  nut  to  crack.  ❞  he  really  should've  brought  his  can  opener!

the  beast  turns  back  around,  spreading  his  arms  with  a  wide  smile  that  would  appear  friendly  in  any  other  context.  ❝  y'know,  i've  been  thinking!  silence  and  deceit  really  DO  have  a  lot  in  common.  we're  praaactically  two  peas  in  a  pod!  or  tree,  eugh.  ❞  shadow  milk's  smile  turns  sharp.  ❝  after  all,  we've  both  got  a  knack  for  betrayal...  don't  we?  ❞

not  to  imply  anything,  of  course.  unless  he  is.

STIRRING THE POT STARTERS.

[firstofcookies]

@saltedsilence

First Choco Cookie wandered the land that was scattered with abandoned and torn flags, each step made a crunching sound under the soil, as it was the only sound being made besides her own breathing. She held her swords in her hand as four other swords floated behind her; knowing that walking in an unknown land held danger even if the land was silenced and appear to be absent of life...

A land which brought old memories which she quickly shoved to one side as the witch couldn’t afford to get distracted by reminiscing and letting old regrets creep up on her.

She kept walking in the land until she stopped in her tracks, allowing a moment to pass, before speaking in a loud but firm voice.

“If you are planning to sneak up on me… You have failed. As such I would advise that you reveal yourself before I am forced to take matters in my own hands.”

[darkcacaocookieandfriends]

"It's like you're constantly tensing, expecting to be told off for being alive." to licorice !!

Even now, he tried NOT to tense at that. However, his body betrayed him, hands tightening on his scythe as he silently hoped his robes hid that little involuntary movement. It was no lie that Licorice was nervous by nature. He tensed and jumped at a lot of things, even things other cookies didn't, like someone simply putting their hand in his shoulder. He really couldn't count the number of times he'd almost clocked someone cold with his scythe for sneaking up on him, surprising him or touching him suddenly. It didn't help that even he knew deep down that he was neurotic...But those last words 'expecting to be told off for being alive'. He frowned deeply, he knew what he meant and he couldn't deny it. Licorice felt like his soul was being stared directly into, that he was vulnerable before him. What could he say? How could he react? He could be an arrogant asshole, get defensive and angry, or say something sarcastic - his usual defensive tactics. However, even if he did, he was certain it'd backfire. Was there a use in playing the age-old game of pushing others away?

"You would too, if you were me. It's not like Dark Enchantress is easy to please, you know." He spoke those words in defeat. What else could he do, when even he knew their truth?

[cookieofearthbread]

something simple yet elegant for mystic flour

She knew she could trust Silent Salt to pick a dress that suited her regardless how simple yet elegant for her as it was something she preferred. As such a small smile could be seen on her face as she looked at herself in the mirror with it on.

OUTFIT TIME - ACCEPTING

[pinchofdeceit]

❝  c'mooon,  salty.  what  do  you  have  to  lose?  a-besides  what  remains  of  your  dignity  if  you  say  nooo...  ❞  today,  it's  shadow  milk's  turn  to  assume  the  role  of  irritating  gnat.  (  SUCH  a  change  from  routine,  he  knows!  he  is  never  annoying,  ever.  )  he  flits  around  the  beast's  head  in  a  circle  —  round  and  round  and  round,  like  the  ring  of  some  distant  planet  stubbornly  following  him  wherever  he  goes.  ❝  can  you  not  spare  a  single  HOUR  of  your  so,  so  valuable  time  for  this  humble  jester?  do  you  already  have  plans?  are  you  just  RARIN'  to  spend  your  afternoon  standing  around,  glowering  behind  that  rusty  bucket  —  or  WHATEVER  it  is  you  do  these  days?  i'm  oodles  more  fun  than  ennui!  i  tell  JOKES!  ❞  shadow  milk  spins  upside  down,  dramatically  throwing  his  arms  out  in  an  attempt  to  make  himself  even  MORE  difficult  to  ignore.

❝  one  round  of  chess.  just  ooone  round  and  i'll  leave  you  alone  —  prommy!  ❞  he  flips  back  over  on  his  stomach,  chin  propped  up  between  his  hands. legs kick up and down; the beast never stops moving for even a moment.  ❝  oooh,  but  let's  make  it  INTERESTING.  if  i  win,  i  get  to  see  your  face!  ❞

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