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[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.

[Oh, look at him. So flushed and wanting, all from just a little bit of magic running through his body. These bodies really are something else. How do humans get anything done? He can't help the grin on his face while Vanilla tries to recover.]

Do you need to have a seat, Vanilla Bean? You look a little warm.

[Okay no, he's definitely still a monster. Thoughts of morality crisis averted.]

I wonder what would happen if we tried to use it to actually cast something, hm?

Oh, you're horrid.

[ He does actually need to sit down but if he pulls away further from Shadow Milk right now he's very embarrassed over what the other is going to see. He shifted his hips away already.

Morality crisis averted indeed.

But now there's this, and he coughs lightly to the side, flushed. ]

Well, other than me quite possibly coming on the spot?

[ ... Yet, he's curious. He knows Shadow Milks been having problems with his magic, and he thought it was a Soul Jam issue but- ]

... Try it.

Aaaaaaalways have been!

[He says practically singing, look how delighted he is to try this out. Vanilla coming on the spot is just a nice perk honestly. He did not need a book to make him writhe under his touch after all. Huhu.]

[Anyway, he's in your soul and your thoughts so he knows exactly what's happening down there. He wants so badly to keep teasing him but he does also see the practicality of having him sit, too.]

A risk I'm willing to take. Come sit on the bed, so you do not positively faint from pleasure.

[But once he does, Shadow Milk won't waste anytime putting his hands back on the runs again and activating them.]

[ Horrid horrid horrid little wicked man. But at least he's not being teased and it means he can focus a bit, sighing hard as he tries to relax. He forces his body to move away from Shadow Milk and over to the bed, where he sits then leans back on his hands, skin dark red.

And it gets redder to the touch and the activation, the sensation surging through him again. The unique pleasure getting a unfettered moan from him now, soft and whispery but there, making him shift against the bed. Power and energy flare back up again, hum in the air once more, feeding off of Shadow Milks touch. It aches between them, waiting for the Intent.

Without thinking, Vanilla reaches out to grip around Shadow Milks shoulders again and let himself fall back, pulling the other down against him. Pisn Shadow Milks hands against him between them, his nails scratching at his shoulder blades as he clings, his knee coming up to slide against Shadow Milks hip. Letting him feel the way Vanillas cock is hard again, twitching, leaking from this. ]

Do it. Anything.

[He is the most horrid and he is so happy about it! But also, he is very excited about this little experiment. He settles down next to him to start things up. Feels the way the magic hums through them, the way it crackles in the air.]

[He lets himself sink into that feeling this time, to really feel the magic out, to let is wash through him. Maybe by doing this he can knock something loose. Maybe it will waken his own...?]

[Ah, but Vanilla's breathy little moan is music to his ears and he presses further, really trying to build him up, until Vanilla just grabs him and drags him down onto the bed over top of him. It nearly breaks his concentration, and his hair jolts up in alarm suddenly.]

[But now they're even closer, now more of his skin is touching the runs and he feels it hum through him all encompassing. Skin-to-skin, their hips slotted together, and his cock against him- For a long maddening moment, As the magic rushes through them like a deadly current, he feels his very make up break down into the Other-Realm, becoming one with the magic entirely, it takes Vanilla's words to bring him back and finally unleash the spell.]

[he makes a strangled noise. He casts the spell.]

[A little Other-Realm portal opens up on the ceiling and drops a stuffed rabbit onto the bed next to them.]

[ It's the difference between having an orgasm from a slow build up - that had been the Soul exploration, though 'fast' it had felt like love making, touching, becoming one - and having an orgasm from your prostate being punched. It's definitely the second one; Vanilla unable to stop the shout from tearing from his throat as his cock jerks to the sudden burst of intense heat and pleasure bursting through him like a nova, his back arching as he ruts against Shadow Milks thigh in a sudden needy motion, his nails digging into skin and scratching lines up it. He definitely makes a hot wet mess against Shadow Milk, cock throbbing and twitching, balls tight and aching from the sudden climax.

And then he's startled to the thump of the rabbit by him, jumping as he turns his head to give it a surprised look, mouth open as his cock twitches in shivering rolling aftershocks. This is the most absurd thing to see right after that but- ]

Ah- haha!

[ There's joy in that little laugh, as he undigs his fingers from Shadow Milks back to reach out and pick the little plus rabbit up, beaming at it. It's so cute! And he knows it wasn't here before which means. ]

You did it...

[ He's so happy, even if his voice is a little croaky from the cry. ]

Edited 2025-03-14 09:37 (UTC)

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