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[ 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!

Yes, obviously, I know that, but if we worked fast enough we could maybe melt the compounds down into-

[Like. Human Meat slurry- anyway. yeah, that works.]

[He freezes as soon as his arms are around him while he works his mind around the contact. Give him a moment or two before he melts into it. Ah...]

[He's never been held like this actually. Not so intimately...]

[...]

[Veeery tentatively he raises a hand up to ...trace some of Vanilla's skin. Curiously. Trailing along a rune...]

[ There, that shuts him up. He looks smug because now Shadow Milk is no longer thinking human meat slurry and bombarding Vanilla with that.

Gross.

And is instead focused on him. Much better, actually; it's where he should be focused. The touch gets him to sigh and shiver, the rune lighting up very faintly as the carved in magic reacts to Shadow Milk. The soft tingle of it greeting him. He'll be able to recognize it's a common one used in the very school of magic he commands. All of the symbols on Vanilla are forbidden magic. ]

... It was much easier to place shortcuts on myself, than have to call upon the long form every time. Just in case.

[That explanation makes sense to him, of course. He wonders how long he's had them and how he hadn't known about them. It is forbidden magic, which makes the fact that he had them done very interesting. Though he knows Vanilla knows many different kinds of magic, he usually stuck to his healing unless something pushed him.]

[Fascinating.]

[He sucks in a short breath when the magic reacts to him.]

These are complicated runes. This is quiiiiiiite the surprise to find inscribed on your skin, Other-Half. You're full of surprises, even now.

[...he traces them again, but this time, he presses just a hair of his own magic into it, like a call and response.]

[ The wonder filters in and Vanilla replies with memories. The Dark Flour war ramping up, Pure Vanilla filled with worry and fear, and realization that it's going to come down to a fight to the end. A fight he would sacrifice his very being for to protect his people and his friends from. A night alone in the Throne Room of Unity in the Castle, in pain as he carves forbidden knowledge into him.

Dark Enchantress Cookie was too powerful to not meet her on her very level. And he paid the price for it, crumbling under the very power, sealing her and casting himself adrift.

The press of magic into the rune makes his breathing hiccup and his memories come apart to bring him back to the now. The rune flares to life, lighting up blue in response, whispers magic into Shadow Milks mind. It's his magic, in a way, why would it not respond to his call?

It makes Vanilla squirm, flustered to the sensation. ]

Should you be surprised? We are one in the same...

[Ah. Now we understands. This was right before he wound up in the Other-Realm. While Shadow Milk had more than perused his memories at his leisure he was usually looking for something specific. He'd seen the scenes of the Dark Flour War but none of it had particularly interested him beyond knowing more about Dark Enchantress and for the delight of watching Vanilla get obliterated.]

[Cough.]

[Obviously he feels different about it now. So much so that he has a pretty confusing surge of emotions run through him. He understands now that he had to do it this way to be able to truly take DEC by surprise. DEC was ...oh. Oh wow. Did he just think about how they needed to stop her? God, he's really turning into something horrific now. What the fuck.]

[To try and banish that thought he presses harder, filtering more magic in. What happens, what happens.]

Nnn. No, I'm not, really when I think about it. Being willing to use what you must in order to accomplish something is very practical, Vanilly.

[ He'd be upset about that delight towards his death(?) if he could focus.

Sir, they are supposed to be focusing on Necromancy, not on making him writhe! Again!

The sensation of Shadow Milk feeding magic into him through the runes, a physical link between the two, is a different sort of pleasure. Red is creeping down his cheeks to his neck and shoulders, darkening the runes there, his fingers curling against the nape of Shadow Milks neck as his breathing hitches again. He moves in closer to hide his face in against Shadow Milks shoulder and neck, letting his heart rabbit in his chest for Shadow Milk to feel.

More runes light up to the 'familiar' magic, nothing activating magic wise due to no intent to call upon a particular use of it, but it makes the air shiver and throb with energy, power. ]

I was part of the Academy, your writings inspired far more than simply trying to create the perfect Cookie body. The Truth of Power.

[Just! Hang on a second, he's cooking.]

[Ah, and now they are even closer, and he can feel the magic thrumming back through him in turn, like a current. The air grows particularly thick, with a power and desire that threatens to come alive. It's poised, waiting for intent. Vanilla is practically acting as some kind of conduit while it surges through him, which is reacting with his body-

He sharply inhales, and finally relinquishes the circuit.]

...That is a particularly ugly Truth, isn't it? Not many can wield such a thing without...

[Corruption. Madness.]

Vanilly, I thiiink I've just discovered I can channel through you.

[ It's a strange sensation, yet familiar. His power, his energy, responding to someone elses call. It's not unlike the touching of Soul Jams yet inherently different. Shadow Milk is threading magic through him and making him, the runes, respond. Primed and on the edge, and all Shadow Milk would have to do is give a command-

And then it's gone, and where Shadow Milk inhales, Vanilla exhales a shuddery noise. It's like cold water thrown over him, his skin breaking out into goose bumps to the sudden lack of the sensation. The runes fade back into their soft red color, the energy that hums and crackles in the air fades, and Vanilla is trying to comprehend words right now.

Give him a hot second, his darling Other-Half, as he reaches his hand up to scrub at his face as he pulls back to meet Shadow Milks gaze. You just magically almost wrecked him and expect him to keep up? It's like the ringing in the ears over his entire brain. ]

A-ah... The markings are derivatives of your very work, I am not surprised they respond to you.

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