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[Yeah, and all of those feelings wash through him like a tidal wave. All of that anger and possessiveness. He has noticed more of these moments in him lately, and he had initially attributed it to his Half a Heart situation but this definitely feels stronger than that. After all, how can the missing heart claim such in what Shadow Milk feels like must be twisted love.]

[So...perhaps in an opposite show of his growth, he basks in it for a moment. He's right, he hadn't liked having to lay himself bare like that when he hardly knew the answer he was looking for. Admitting to being an empty shell with nothing but a mask to rely on had kind of messed him up.]

[But it had been growth, even he knows that. It had been something he couldn't even think to see in himself before now. He knows he's already changed.]

[he goes down easily. Hums with their contact and closeness.]

It wouldn't have happened without you.

[Rubs his nose against his.]

You're the only one I would have given even the slightest amount of consideration to maybe changing my ways. You should feel very proud of yourself, taming a beast.

[And this kind of candid self awareness. It is as new and strange as Vanilla's swinging derangement.]

[ That placates Vanilla far more than showing him the memory had and finally the tension goes out of him, his smile softening, the warmth returning. But its still tinged. The same drumbeat that Shadow Milk poured into him when he was Truthless. Minemineminemine no one can see what I see no one can know your heart like I can only minemineminemine.

Twisted love indeed.

The rub of their noses makes him laugh softly and he slides his hands around to cup Shadow Milks head, hold him in proper to kiss him. Bite his bottom lip enough to split it again, lick along the line of it to drag blood away. ]

I am proud. Of you. All I offered you was understanding and love. [Mineminemine] But I didn't make you walk the path. You did that. And I know how difficult that is.

[ He drags his nails across Shadow Milks cheeks, smiling softly, licking his lips a little from where he had wiped away the blood. ]

Whether because of me or not.

[It doesn't help that Shadow Milk has all but handed himself over to him body and soul on more than one occasion. Has places himself into Vanilla's hands and trusted what he would do next. That mineminemine running through his head is just reassurance to him. He will never have to be alone again, so long as he belongs to Vanilla.]

[He makes a soft noise at the kiss, at the split of his lip, and once Vanilla speaks, he goes back down for another, pulling on Vanilla's lip through his sharp teeth.]

You gave me what I wanted most.

[He speaks softly against his lips.]

So I chose the path that would keep you as close as possible. It wasn't a hard choice in the end, really.

[ The broken lip gets a return noise from him, and for a moment he takes the opportunity to just kiss him again and mingle their blood together. Smear color across their mouths. Hums softly, happily, letting warmth overflow from him into Shadow Milk.

Slide's a hand down to the back of Shadow Milk's neck, fingers curling lightly against the nape. ]

Then let me give you more. Hold still.

[ The warmth he was flooding him earlier begins to trickle in lines along his body. He hopes Shadow Milk remembered that this particular procedure isn't painless, because soon that warmth will turn to fire, acid etching and biting away. Magic scarring deep into flesh, connecting with the magic inside Shadow Milk, attuned to the energy inside Pure Vanilla. Runes flare (blue on Vanilla, gold on Shadow Milk) as patterns weave together.

Perhaps it's not as bad as it could have been. Not with Pure Vanilla there easing the burden, taking half of the pain. Pure Vanilla did it alone and he remembers blacking out before it finished, so he murmurs encouragement against Shadow Milks mouth.

His eyes are closed as he concentrates but if they were open, what would Shadow Milk see? ]

Edited 2025-03-22 09:48 (UTC)

[It takes a moment for his mind to catch back up. Contact is still such a dizzying thing sometimes, and the taste of his blood in his mouth was near intoxicating. He thinks little of letting Vanilla do what he wants, lets the warmth flow through him, and then-]

[It begins to trace lines leaving fire in it's wake and he realizes what's happening. The runes-]

[He chokes out a startled noise of surprise. The pain is strong and even with Vanilla acting as a buffer, he feels it much more acutely than most given his body experiences, but he doesn't try to recoil away. He holds himself steady while he endures, while the magic burns lines into his skin, tethering him closer to Vanilla, to his soul.]

[Will this make the body more resilient, he wonders? Will this keep it from buckling under the weight of his sealed magic once it's free? His other body could barely-]

[Shadow milk is perhaps lucky that he is in enough pain he can't See what might be behind Vanilla's eyes. That he might catch a glimpse of foreshadowing to this script. Instead he curls up over Vanilla to catch his breath, body trembling with warmth and magic. It hurts but now that it's done, it also felt very good. Cathartic.]

[ As Shadow Milk curls over him, he lets the magic ebb away. Dark lines scour Shadow Milks body now, circling and enclosing him in magic circles. Delicate runes and sigils chase along the circles, their meaning multi purpose. Safe guards added in, in case Shadow Milk gets greedy, so he can't drain Pure Vanilla to the point of detriment. His hands move to rub lightly along them, sliding into Shadow Milks clothes to rub at aching skin, his voice soft. ]

You did so well enduring it. Breath for a moment.

[ Cathartic and perhaps like it's a piece of him coming home. The magic is ultimately Shadow Milks, after all, derived from his works that the Academy sealed away as Forbidden. The "Dark Side of the Moon" magic. Pieces of the Other-Realm. Moving one hand to find Shadow Milks own, he moves it to press it to his arm, sliding it under the sleeves to warm dark skin. ]

Go on. Take. Let's see if our calculations are right. Draw from me.

[ Testing is important, after all. ]

[He takes the moment to do as Vanilla says. He breathes, let's the magic settle in him, lets that soft ache and sting ebb. Revel's in the touch of Vanilla's hands over his skin. It's true, it feels like yet another missing piece has come home. He ...he really is scattered, isn't he? So many shards of himself littered through out the cosmos, no wonder he's struggling with who he is.]

[Once he feels his hand moved, touching over Vanilla's runes he takes one more breath and sits up a little, clears his mind and concentrates. He'll start slow, nudging the spell, activating it softly before he finds that well of magic in him, and carefully turns the knob on the faucet.]

[It rushes through him, filling him with ecstasy, dragging him into a high he's never felt. Despite himself he lets out a moan. Ah, so this is what he did to Vanilla the other night.]

[ Oh, that feels... Odd. There's the faint tingle of pleasure, Shadow Milks magic rushing over him to connect to his runes in turn, as his energy is tapped in to. But it's no where near that night, just echoes.

Though he can certainly feel Shadow Milks and he huffs a soft laugh to the moan, even as he squirms in kind. He slides his hand along skin, nails dragging gently against the new lines of Shadow Milks body. Let's his energy flow over them, sink in, fill the other with him.

It's oddly relaxing, now. He could close his eyes and let Shadow Milk devour him and drift away. They'll both feel when the cutoff kicks in, and it'll leave Vanilla feeling chilly and a little shaky. ]

Ah, might have to make that cutoff sooner.

[ He's laughing though, soft as he stares upwards. ]

A spell, please. For me?

[It is an incredible feeling. It's different from when they share each other's soul, but not by much. It feels much more tangible in a way. Like the magical energy is just pouring into him, running through his body. He feels it reaching the tips of his fingers all the way down to his toes. It's a bright, and warm, like filling his veins with liquid gold.]

[He could be drunk on this this, if he isn't careful. He feels that cut off hit, and can feel the way his body almost wants to lurch for more, having gotten a taste. Having gotten something it's been missing all this time.]

[Ah ...look at that state Vanilla is in right now. He's so soft and weak, laying in his lap. If he were still a monster, he could do something reprehensible to him right now and get away from it.]

[He brushes away some of the hair from Vanilla's face and leans down to press a kiss to that little sunburst on his forehead. He activates the magic welled up in him, making the runes on his body glow a vibrant gold. Vanilla will feel some of that energy transfer back to him, but it becomes a little more than that. It's a healing spell of a sort, something to replenish vitality. It's not terribly strong, but it should make Vanilla feel less cold and weak.]

[He also made it so anytime Vanilla takes a step, his footsteps will make a squeaky toy noise, but he will just have to wait and find that out in ab it, won't he.]

You were awfully generous, Vanilla Bean, but I agree. Hows that? Did that help? It's been a couple thousand years since I've dabbled in that school of magic.

[ Perhaps once day Vanilla will let him drink his fill, he comes back, after all. And maybe this way a death wouldn't be harsh on the other, they would be part of the other. And he hears those thoughts and all he does is smile up at Shadow Milk, tender and sweet. He knows he could do whatever he wanted to him right now.

And he know he won't.

The kiss makes him sigh and his eyes close, only to open them in surprise to the sudden warmth filling him. A healing spell. It makes him want to cry, because it's such a familiar feeling to his own healing. That piece missing out of him, even as he's stuffed Shadow Milk into the wound. It makes his smile radiant, as Shadow Milk pulls back, his hand curling through some hair to hold. ]

It does. Thank you, Bluebird.

[ He will find out about the other spell later, asshole. He sighs again and tilts his head to pull Shadow Milk against his mouth for another soft kiss, amused. ]

That you dabbled at all in it doesn't surprise me. Did it exist before you, or did you create it too?

[ One of these days he wants to cast a spell with Shadow Milk... ]

[In some small way, it's like he can still cast it. Shadow Milk had used Vanilla's magical energy to do it, after all.]

[Testing it on something small also means he's still got some in the tank, and he will have to think about how he wants to use it. This is a precious resource, so he should be smart about it.]

[Anyway, kissing is great. One of his top favorite things about this body actually, when it isn't doing everything in it's power to ruin Shadow Milk's day.]

Hm? Oh, but that would be telling, wouldn't it?

[He gives him a sly grin and then looks very much like he won't tell him.]

Hm, hm, the boring answer to that question, is that much of our magic predates me really, I simply gave it a form that could be used by cookiekind. After all, it isn't as though the moon appeared just to bring us it's magic. The magic was always there.

A secret? Kept? Oh, Bluebird, you wound me.

[ He smiles back to the grin, sweet to the sly, and then looks smug when Shadow Milk tells him anyways. Ha, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out. His expression softens a little as he listens, nodding. ]

That makes sense.

[ Before Cookies there were the Witches, and before them? The very Cosmos? The Moon and the Sun, the Stars, the space between them all. He sighs softly, twirling Shadow Milks hair around his fingers, crossing a leg over his knee, ankle joint flexing to tap his hoof a little. ]

You adapted it for us... did you mean to make it heal stronger with love?

Allow your court jester his japes and tomfoolery, oh King.

[Look, even he knows lying just straight up won't work on PV anymore. Being coy is the closest thing to Deceit he can get, so he's going to tease him a little.]

[Despite his complicated relationship with his past, he does enjoy talking about magic, and now that he's had more and more opportunity to do this, it comes out of him much easier now. A genuine spark for the art that once had been his duty. He was baked to be a herald of magic and knowledge, and maybe deep down, he still has a love for it. Maybe.]

Well ...if you must know, to be dedicated to healing takes a special kind of resilience don't you think? It's awfully easy to become apathetic in the face of frequent hardship. If one lost sight of what brings them love, then perhaaaaps it is time to step back from the art.

[Huh. Kind of parallels a conversation Vanilla's had before.]

[ Oogh, hearing Shadow Milk talk like this makes Vanilla's expression turn adoring. Achingly so. It's hard not to, hearing the faint spark of who he was once. Who he can be again, once he balances more. That love is still there, that joy in teaching and learning.

Of course he adapted healing for love.

Speaking of, it wells inside of him as he listens and sorry, Shadow Milk, you will get a wave of it like a rising tide. Vanillas eyes are soft with it, warm. ]

That's exactly what I always thought. Some thought it was a weakness, to love as much as I did, yet it's what allowed me to heal even the more grievous of wounds.

[ Which, of course, Shadow Milk will already know. Considering all the damage he's done to Pure Vanilla's "soft submissive soul", everything he's seen, and how distraught he gets when he can't heal. ]

As long as I loved, as long as I love, I will never falter. [ He reaches up with his free hand to stroke his fingers against Shadow Milks cheek. Just the tips, a soft whisper of a touch. ] And as long as I have you by my side.

[Ah, there he goes, getting all ooey-gooey on him. It's kind of embarassing? That all it takes is for him to just talk about magic, something he was born to do, and Vanilla gets all adoring and lovey-dovey. Gross.]

[It's everything to him. This light he will greedily drink up. Of course he adapted healing for love.]

Is it not cruel, too? To feel something so strongly that it hurts, and it in turn, fuels you to continue hurting? I've been told that in the past, from those who could not shoulder such a thing. When their love turned into pain...

[He expression turns distant for a moment, as if he's seeing something else. The whisper of distant, angry voices. Vanilla's touch brings him back, and he allows his expression to become more normal, his grin becomes possessive and sly.]

You wooon't ever be getting rid of me now, Vanilly. I'm afraid its us for the rest of eternity.

Edited 2025-03-24 08:30 (UTC)

[ He doesn't need to answer that. Because Shadow Milk will know his answer. Of course it's cruel. But life is cruel. All they can do is things to ease that cruelty. And Vanilla will take upon that pain time and time again to ease it for others. And maybe, someday, his love will turn into an aching mess but it's something he's willing to walk towards if it means he can give hope to others.

He smiles as Shadow Milks expression returns back to him, feeling a little shiver up his spine to the possessiveness in the grin. Ah, it might be time to focus on other things, lest his mind begin to go down another path entirely.

Pushing himself up slowly, to give Shadow Milk time to sit up so they don't clonk heads - as much as he really wants to because of his sheep bits - he resists the urge to climb into Shadow Milks lap and instead focuses on moving back beside him.

And covers his mouth with his fingers, teasing. ]

Oh no, whatever shall I do. To be tied to the person who knows my soul better than I do? Oh no, oh woe.

[Aw, look how focused he is, trying to avoid the thing that seems to happen every time they try to do any serious work. He's a touch disappointed but it's fine. He can't get fucked to an inch of his life every night. Alas.]

[Though Vanilla did not outwardly answer him, he does not raise a fuss about the answer he did get. Life is utterly cruel and no one knows this better than the two of them. How funny their paths twisted away from each other, only for them to come together again like this.]

Wretched, isn't it? You'll regret making me care. It means I won't let you get away with aaaaanything ever again, Vanilla Bean.

Edited 2025-03-24 09:01 (UTC)

[ He feels that disappointment sir, and it makes him amused, makes his tail wiggle aggressively behind him. Oh, he may have made a monster, but which one is the more monstrous. No, no he will be strong, or he's going to train them both to get aroused every time they try to study something.

They will never get any work done, then. ]

Nothing? Mmm, I don't know, do you think you can keep your mind and eyes on me all the time?

[ He stands, about to teasingly walk away, maybe to make Shadow Milk some food, he knows he eats about as well as Vanilla does.

You know what he's not expecting? To take a step and have a sudden .... squeaky toy sound come from your feet. You know what's worse? Being a sheep and everything spooks you.

Shadow Milk will get to see the results of his prank as Vanilla bleats, jumps, which makes the squeaky happen even more, then bolt.

squeak squeak sqock squeck BAH BLAAH!! squeak- until he eventually realizes it's coming from him and silence as he stops. Shadow milk can feel that prey panic beating through the connection and then- ]

Oh!! Shadow Milk!!

Insinuating that I don't already, Vanilly? I'm hurt-

[And then the Squeak happens, and Shadow Milk blinks. Oh, he'd almost forgotten and then- Oh. Oh Creators.]

--Sssnnkk HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!

[Oh no, there he goes! He'd totally forgotten to factor in the Sheep Stuff when he set this prank. It's even funnier than he could have possibly expected. Vanilla's poor panic bleats just get punctuated by Shadow Milk's uproarious laughter as he runs around squeaking.]

[He's in danger of choking by the time Vanilla is calling his name. He's oozed onto the floor wheezing, crying from laughing. He might actually be in pain now. Breathing??? Who needs that.]

Oh, creators- [wheeze, laugh] 'Nilly [Gasp, cough, laugh] Bravo!

[ Oh his heart. He takes a moment to put his hands on his knees and simply bend there, resting, panting hard as he tries to calm the sheep instinct. ]

Oh!!

[ Give him a moment it's all he can get out right now but... oh, for crying out loud, now that he's not scared out of his wits? It's funny. It's the most harmless thing Shadow Milk could have ever done, and sure it gave him a fright, but he's not harmed.

Minus some bruising of his ego.

He huffs, trying not to smile because he's angry at him!! But Shadow Milks laughter and joy is contagious in more than one way and eventually he can't help but roll his eyes and laugh as well. Tries very hard to sound stern. ]

Ugh, childish! Remove it right this instance!

[Okay, okay, he will try to peel himself up off the floor. He looks like he's been sobbing, though, from how much he was laughing. Give him a second to catch his breath. He feels the way Vanilla caves into it, too. Nothing makes him happier than that.]

Hehehe, okay, okay, come here.

[He props himself up against the couch while still sitting on the floor, and motions for him to come back over.]

[Which means Vanilla has to walk back over him.]

Cheeky, Bluebird.

[ He knows what you're trying to do and he sighs like he's absolutely exhausted by this man, even if his smile is still wide. Oh, just for him. He ponders for a moment which motion will make the funniest noise, then decides to trot over.

Rapid fire squeaksqueaksqueak and he giggles softly now that it's not spooking him. It's so stupid.

He stops in front of him, hands on his hips, unable to stop his smile despite trying to be stern. Then he raises a hoof and puts it on Shadow Milks knee.

Authoritative squeak. ]

Off!

[Look at how he tries to hold it together and then crumbles in real-time. No, that is objectively hilarious, he doesn't want to hear otherwise. By the time Vanilla has gotten over to him, he's wheezing again, trying not to literally pass away from laughing.]

Okay, I'm turning- hehehe- it off!

[He reaches a hand out to set it over his hoof nice and delicately. The magic comes to life once more, making all those runes light up gold on Shadow Milk's body before they trigger Vanilla's in turn. He'll hardly feel it, which is why got away with it to start. Just a soft pull and then it's all done.]

There you goooo, all better!

Edited 2025-03-24 10:26 (UTC)

[ And that's why he chose that pace. Just to watch his other-half lose it all over again. It's joy, how could he not want to cause it, over and over?

They're not even that very different there, either.

His smile softens to the touch and oh, that explains why he didn't feel it. The healing had masked the gentle pull, the inlay of the spell on him. It's so soft, it doesn't even trigger the arousal.

He hm's softly to the all better comment, gently moving to stomp his hooves a few times, just to be sure. He wouldn't put it past his other half to change squeak for honk, or something. ]

You realize this is war, right, my sweet Other-Half?

[It is a very silly spell. It hardly effects anything on the person, and is really more of an audio trigger? So it was simple to slip in under the other spell. It doesn't help that Shadow Milk is adept and practiced at this years beyond anyone else. Not to toot his own horn, of course.]

[Anyway that's fair because he thought veeeerrrry hard about changing it to another sound. His bleating is very cute and it would have been funny for him to bleat stomp on top of his own bleating. Bleat feedback if you will. BUT HE BEHAVED.]

Oh, but of course.

[What might Vanilla do? He'd love to find out, hehe.]

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