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[ The kiss is messy and wild, and Vanilla tangles their tongues almost greedily. Sucks on Shadow Milks and then chases it back into his mouth when he moves it. And then, oh then, he feels that touch and there's no following after. His cry is lost to silence, his throat unable to produce a noise, but his soul and mind is loud enough as his orgasm rips through him in time with Shadow Milks, the echo'ing pleasure from him only bringing Vanillas higher.

And he tangles his fingers into Shadow Milk and pulls him in and down with him, wraps his pleasure up around the other, lets him feeling the pulsing ache of it. White hot and gold, burning into black and blue, as the desire to rip him open and stuff himself in floats through him. The spill of heat and wetness against his arousal as Vanilla succumbs to him, body shivering and clenching down around nothing as his arms wrap around Shadow Milk to hold him close. Crush their jams against once another, as if he can meld them like that.

The intensity takes a while to fade into sweet bliss, a high he rides slowly back down as he comes back to his own senses, untangling them from Shadow Milks and wincing to his head aching where he thunked it on the floor. As well as his neck and lips. He finally gets a noise out past his throat, swallowing hard several times to choke out a little pleased sigh as his limbs begin to melt and relax. ]

[It takes nothing for Vanilla to pull him closer, to drag him in further. His body is spent, his soul is bright, burning, screaming in pleasure as it ricochets off of Vanilla's Jam, and as he tried in earnest to ride out their orgasms, by the end, he is left shaking, whimpering, as every little point of contact against his overstimulated, soaked skin is like an electric shock. Every point of contact with his soul is another jolt, another desire to scream, it's maddening.]

[Their Jams stay pressed together, as he comes back down, come back into his own body, as it feels very much like he might have shed it somewhere else while they were moving as one. He is heavy against Vanilla's body, and for the moment, he wanted nothing more than to stay here like this. Tiredly press his face into the crook of Vanilla's neck in a gesture that is oddly tender and soft.]

[Simply breathing, listening to their hearts beat. His head is still spinning.]

...Do you think the Witches had this in mind? Have t' say, it comes as a shock to me.

[ As Shadow Milk relaxes against him, Vanilla shifts his arms to hold him in a soft embrace. His hands move to tangle further into that shifting hair, fingers stroking lightly through the pieces that are actually hair. Then simply moves to cup the back of Shadow Milks head, holding him against him with the same sort of tenderness.

And unable to help himself, he winds his soul around his Other-Half, coiling around and through him with an aching love as they come down together. He hah's a soft laugh, hair sticking to his face from sweat, and slides his leg against Shadow Milks hip, heel rubbing against the back of his leg. ]

It would make sense, wouldn't it? Who would better know how to please you, then your Other-Half?

[ Of course, not that he doesn't love being fucked by Cacao or making love to Lily, but there's something to be said about a soul deep connection that rips your orgasm from you, and then feedback loops. ]

Of course, that brings to question how incredibly naughty the Witches may be.

[Oh, those little affections, that contact. It makes his heart leap in a silly and embarrassing way. Something that will be really easy for Pure Vanilla to notice. The way he just lets him do what he wants with his soul, the way he basks in it.]

Vanilly, you are going to have to take my word for it, some Knowledge is better left forgotten.

[Does that mean he knows? It's hard to say, it's hard to read that statement as Truth or Deceit, since it is simply an idea, an observation. Something that Shadow Milk has released into the air to be pondered. Like the gleeful little philosophy professor he used to be.]

[He shifts a little, leaning up so he can instead fold his hands and rest his chin on Vanilla's chest. He gives him a languid, pleased little smile.]

We didn't get much work on the ritual done. Nooooot that I'm complaining, of course-

[ He feels that, of course he does, there's no barrier between their souls anymore. Shadow Milk offers his soul for Vanilla to play with, slip into as he desires, and Vanilla does the same because he said it before. There are no more lines between them. His soul is open for Shadow Milk to dig into as he pleases, however he pleases.

The comment makes him pause, brow v'ing down gently as he tries to tell if that's Truth or Deceit, and finds he can't. Which, of course, makes him desperate to know. Surely Witches, being human, are prone to carnal desires as well -

The shifting distracts him and he turns his thoughts back towards Shadow Milk, then turns an impressive red color and uses the hair he's holding on to to cover his face. Just buries his face into the shifting black, embarrassment flooding their connection. ]

Ah... I got [ Excited. Over-eager. Needy. Soul horny? Desirous. The urge to wind himself into Shadow Milk was too loud to ignore. ] W-well...

[And he does so, by pressing in and parting, not to carve out, but to simply make space for him to get comfortable within his soul.]

[Buddy, a witches coven full of lonely witches who wanted to spread love what do you think happened at their witches sacrament-]

[Anyway, Vanilla is being adorable and he is going to keep needling him about it. That hair you're covering his face with? The eyes are so very amused.]

Fret noooot, sweet Nilly, for I certainly got a BURST of inspiration while we were ....collaborating. But I must say ...I thought my appetite would be grand. You're practically insatiable, my little sheep.

[ He will not make a noise to that sensation, even if a shiver ripples up through him. Oh, this is going to be the death of him. One way or another.

Especially as Shadow Milk teases, Vanilla huffing loudly and trying to think of a way to flip this back onto his Other-Half but... Well. He's not wrong. Both times have been initiated by Pure Vanilla, after all.

He's got nothing in his defense. ]

Oh... shut up.

[ It's said with the biggest of huffs again, and he shifts his hands to push Shadow Milks hair into his own face instead, still red as a beet.

Guiltily, he knows he'll probably end up initiating it again too, argh, he is insatiable! ]

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[There he is, all nice and cozy, like a little black bug buried in your soul for good.]

Mhe hehehe-

[He's awfully pleased with himself for flustering Vanilla, at least, and accepts getting his hair smooshed into his face. It becomes viscus and kind of pudding like in his hands and then shifts to let him go, returning to float about menecingly behind Shadow Milk instead, with all it's amused little eyes.]

[Even with the gold in his eye, he still manages to look just as much like a shitty asshole when he's happy.]

Don't get me wrong ...that sort of greed looks good on you. I hope I get to see it more often.

[And he will slowly try to work his way off of him. They're both just kind of laying on the bathroom floor, disgusting.]

[ The amusement makes him stick his tongue out gently, but it's not like he can't deny it makes him warm inside to see it. A shitty little jester Shadow Milk may yet be, but. Well. That's his shitty little jester. And it makes him happy to see him happy.

Even if it's from teasing him.

He reaches around to help Shadow Milk up as he begins to sit up, making a face to the state of his robes, and he slowly begins unhooking pieces so he can peel it off. Flustered because as much as Shadow Milk has been in his soul and seen the intimate places of him not even Lily or Cacao have, he's yet to see him nude.

But he really doesn't want to wear sticky clothes. ]

Keep teasing and I may show you yet again.

[ That was not what he was planning on saying but Shadow Milk somehow manages to rile up the possessive part of him. ]

Oooooh, noooooo! Anything but thaaaaaat!

[Hm, He takes a seat on the toilet and kind of. Noncommitally loosens up his shirt. He's getting to it. Even though the pants he's wearing are tight and definitely leaving nothing to the imagination as far as stains go.]

Well, Vanilly. Are you up for a little black magic in the nude? I'm sure those are energies we could put to good use.

[Please throw your robes at him.]

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[ You know what seeing out of your eyes again does? It makes peeking really difficult to hide. He's still relearning how to do it from the corner of his eyes as he loosens his robes. Flushes hard to black magic in the nude but can't catch the laugh that comes out of him in time. ]

Isn't that how black magic is always done?

[ He has to stand... then smiles sweetly and turns away. Shadow Milk won't get to see anything as Vanilla reaches under his loosened robes, hooks his underwear and tugs it down and off. There. He sets them aside to be washed, and readjusts his robes. If he shifts the outter like this ... perfect! You can't even tell!]

But I don't think I shall be!

[ He's cheerful and cheeky as he heads into the main room again. ]

[Hey, what the fuck? Excuse him?]

Killjoy!

[He was wearing underwear this entire time! And also!! He didn't-! UGH. That disappointment is so strong in their connection. How dare he!!]

[Fine! Whatever! He has no such reservations about naked black magic so he just totally strips down right there, cleans off a little, and heads right back out into the main room.]

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[ The disappointment makes him laugh, sweet as can be. ]

Isn't my mind and soul the hottest part of me?

[ Yeah he's teasing, and he turns to throw a smile at Shadow Milk as he comes back into the room.

Ah.

Oh.

There's fascination as he let's his eyes wander, the book he had picked up instantly forgotten. There's the urge to touch, but if he does then he knows they're getting nothing done. ]

[Hm. He carefully chooses not to answer that because he feels like no matter what he says it will be some kind of trap.]

[Anyway, it looks like his little ploy worked. HAHA. That's right, he wins this game. He calmly walks over to one of the books he had open, raises a hand to lift up some of the others and then suspends them in midair so they can be perused.]

Now, now, Nilly, we're burning moonlight. Can you set out the bones so that I can get a good look at them?

[ Hm indeed. The scolding makes him huff softly and he pulls his attention away.

Then back, eyes tracing along exposed skin.

Hm. ]

Of course.

[ He deliberately keeps his thoughts centered on the bones, so the rustling of cloth isn't suspicious. They are wrapped in it, after all. And the soft padding of feet as Pure Vanilla approaches isn't odd. He's always barefoot again, now that the temperature is rising.

Except when he stops by Shadow Milk and begins to lay the bones out carefully, his arms are bare and showing off the lines and symbols circling up them. And there's skin warmth against Shadow Milks shoulder, his hip as Pure Vanilla leans in to look at the book open, thoughtful. ]

Mm, we're going to need an analog for meat, I suspect.

[You rat bastard.]

[Shadow Milk, to his benefit, had gone back to work, though he was somewhat aware of Vanilla's movements. The eyes in the Other-Realm were watching in their periphery, to see if Vanilla did anything- reacted to him. But he gets engrossed in the magic again pretty quickly.]

[When he sees his arm, long, slender and dotted with runes, he goes very still. Then, the contact continues and Shadow Milk makes an incredibly embarrassing little gasp. Skin-to-skin contact really is something else. Shadow Milk isn't sure if he's elated or about to suffocate. Both?]

Nn- Yes. I can guess melting down someone who already has meat is off the table, hm?

[His fingernails bite into the page of the book he is holding.]

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[ This is what you get. Vanilla hums softly, leaning his bare chest against a blue shoulder, frowning thoughtfully at the book from over it. It's going to have to be a lot, they don't know the build of the man, and everything they've read so far suggests you can't build from nothing.

Percy had been so close... Seamus had literally had the door. But- ]

It's not even in the same room of ideas as us.

[ No picking a random person. He reaches around to turn a page, resting his chin on the shoulder he's leaning against, a warm line against Shadow Milk, his voice a low murmur, thoughtful. Mostly talking to himself, as he's want to do. ]

But I'm loathe to use anything but human. Pieces of the soul still cling, they may impart oddities. Issues. Unless Seamus figured out how to banish the last pieces...? Hm...

[Hahahahaha, oh it's really getting warm in here. Why does he feels such a ....buzzing under his skin. It's like being zapped but in a good way? The more he feels an almost shock at having Vanilla touch him, the more he keeps wanting it to remain.]

[He speaks right there against his ear, and Shadow Milk lets out a low, slow breath. He feels like he could get drunk off of a feeling like this.]

[He swallows, and tries to maintain the conversation, but his hands are a little shaky.]

Ah, well, it would make this process a lot faster, you know. [But fine, not those kinds of atrocities today.]

...What about base components? Hhh- I mean. Dough is, when broken down, made of the same base ingredients. What are the base ingredients of human meat?

[ Somehow Vanilla manages to keep his thoughts separated from the buzzing he feels from the other, though only just. It echos back like the low whine of electricity, and for a moment he merely closes his eyes and takes stock of the feeling.

Then opens them again to focus on the book. The question makes him hum and pull away, but only to step over to some notes and begin shifting through them. His hair shifts like a wave and keeps his back from being peeped at by Shadow Milk, tough luck buddy. Plus the lack of touch offers some relief from the buzzing, whew. ]

Mm, yeast, flour, milk... For humans, I don't think it's so easy. If we break them down as roughly, it would be proteins, fats, water, and so forth. Which would suggest enough of anything with a similar make would work...

[ He thinks of the skeletons of animals in the lab, lets his fingers trace over the notes. Thinks of Lily and him figuring out how to make a Cookie and their efforts being nothing but burnt dough. With a frown he turns back to Shadow Milk. At least now Shadow Milk can look all he wants at the marks that cover the other. Symbols, lines that make magic circles, the bandage wrapped up his left arm to protect against the oripathy rocks, and all his smattering of scars. ]

But I never noticed anything from Seamus' works, or down in the lab, that suggested success at building a body.

[He stifles the gasp as Vanilla leaves him, feeling overstimulated but incredibly wanting. He fidgets his fingers against the book and then has to set it down for a moment while a shudder runs through him.]

[The more he learns about this body, the more he realizes their task is actually quite lofty. Of course the base ingredients of this flesh back would be complicated, by virtue of how many sensations he feels from it all the time. It's like the complicated innards of a clock.]

[...]

[He gets really quiet looking at Vanilla. It probably drags on way too long, but he can't really help it. There's so much to take in. He isn't even remotely trying to filter their connection (Can they even do that anymore? Probably not) it's just there. Possessive adoration.]

...Seamus was of the mind to find a human subject when his research log suddenly cut short. I think he had come to the same conclusion we have, but after testing it on other creatures first.

[He thinks back to that pool of blood in the bedroom, near the fire. He thinks that Seamus had been viciously interrupted in his work and hadn't been able to test the theory.]

Have you got a deadline for this little project, Vanilly?

[ Lofty, and an earlier Pure Vanilla would have balked at even considering it. But Awakened, Pure Vanilla understands the morality and embraces it. It's not wrong, if they do it right, and they're offering someone a second chance. They just need the right things, done in the right way. With love and compassion.

The staring makes him smile a little, as well as the soft whisper of adoration through the connection. Possessive or not, it makes him tingle with it, and he hopes Shadow Milk can feel the return affection. There's a possessive delight that Pure Vanilla is the one that's gotten to touch him first, after all.

Shaking his head, he steps back over again, turning his attention down to the bones again as he slowly begins to arrange them into the form of a human. Tibia, here. Fibula, laid there. The bones worn with age, only lasting due to the magic.

Deadline makes him snort gently. Boo, that was so bad, but there's laughter in his voice. ]

Horrible! No joking, Bluebird, this is a grave situation, after all. [ Boo! He knows that was bad too. ] But no, it's merely a project for a friend. I suspect it will take us some time to figure it out.

[Ah...what a blissful feeling that is, to feel such return affection. Intoxicating... he hopes Vanilla will touch him all the more-]

[As the bones are laid out, Shadow Milk flicks his wrist, and a fully rendered sketch slaps itself across the blank page of one of the journals he's been actively taking notes in. There, for his notes later if Vanilla needs to take up the bones again for some reason or other.]

[He doesn't hide the way he snorts with laughter at Vanilla's terrible fucking return pun, but he does have a silly amount of glee about it. Huhu Silly Nilly-]

My dear, whatever would you think if I didn't make such silly gaffs. You'd think me possessed! Replaced! Cheaply imitated! A Shadow Milk with no humor, Hhhuuah!, I shudder to think of such a thing!

[Hm, this is good then. He nods.]

Good, then, I suspect the best thing we can do is ...simply wait for a corpse to present itself. People must die here often, right? And they get revived eventually, so what would they need the old body for? It's practically recycling.

[ Sir, that's cheating, but only because Vanilla wants to cheat too. He's going to have to practice on their shared connection, tugging on Shadow Milks knowledge. But later. Instead he studies the sketch, simply because it's easier to look at in it's entirety.

Muscle is going to be needed, connective ligaments, not to mention the cardiovascular system. Percy was a doctor, if he searches for some of his medical books... Ah, they're at a severe disadvantage, being Cookies.

He wonders if Callan would appreciate a Terho Cookie... ]

Oh, my sweet Bluebird, I would know if you weren't you. Your soul sings in mine, your heart beats in my chest. [ He throws a sweet little smile over as he turns his attention away from the sketch, then sighs playfully, raising his hand to his mouth. ] Ah, but would an unpunny Shadow Milk throwing any other jokes sound as ridiculous? [ Would a rose by any other name? ] We are not corpse camping!

[ Huff! He touches the scar on his chest, thoughtful. ]

Mmm, and I don't think we can. When we die, our bodies are whisked away to the Garden, where Grace manages to tie our souls back into our bodies. How she's done it, I don't know, and to stay in the Garden while alive is to possibly erode your being into nothing, or I'd simply have Nene take us to ask.

[ And if their bodies just laid around after, he'd simply use his own, after all. The most ethical way to do it. ]

[He's a busy guy he doesn't have time to just sketch with his hands, come on now.]

[Anyway, he thinks they should also make him a cookie and have done with it. He knows how to do that, at least. In theory. He was mostly a spooky ghost watching the DEC's team work on the Ultimate Cookie, after all, but he had certainly helped. Hm...maybe he should tell Vanilly about that sometime later.]

[Anyway.]

Are you sure we can't just crumble someone? Someone no one likes? Surely there's a town fool that no one will miss.

We are not murdering someone to steal their body!

[ Shadow Milk Cookie! Time to distract the other, so he steps in close and puts his arms over Shadow Milks shoulders, letting his fingers trail into his hair. Careful not to poke an inter-dimensional eye. Body to body, skin to skin.

Get distracted.

... Also! ]

And I just said the bodies are whisked away!

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