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[ Show him. Prove Shadow Milk is his. Oh, he's heard similar words from Cacao of course but never in such a demanding way. He sighs against Shadow Milks ear, feeling something wholly Un-Vanillian of him settle into his skin. It has to be Shadow Milk, because he never felt like this as Truthless, as himself before. The Beast bleeding in through the half of Deceit at his heart. ]

Only if you admit you need me.

[ He lips curl against Shadow Milks ear, the sweetest of smiles and he nuzzles his face in against his other half, resting their heads together. Hugs him tightly up against him, so that his arousal is forcefully pressed into his hand, into robes, and in return against Vanilla's body. There's a soft click as their Soul Jams collide, as Vanilla steps forward and forces Shadow Milk back through his ruined room, his thigh and hand rubbing against Shadow Milk with every step. Until the Beast is between him and a wall. Not that Vanilla's body is particularly anything but "scrawny" so he's not exactly pinned, but it means Shadow Milk can't duck out.

Whose the real Beast here, as he slides his hand along Shadow Milk, then curls his fingers tight to squeeze. Shows him how his new body will react to stimulus. ]

I think you need me. I think you want me. Sweet Truth curling around and through your Deceit, making you whole in only the way I can. Admit it, and let me show you. Or deny it, and I end this now, and you'll burn in want of me.

[He is easy to move, in that state, though the first step back he takes, his knees nearly buckle. Probably it's by the grace of how sturdy Vanilla's hold on him is, that he doesn't drop right there. Being urged back is a lot, though, and eventually to keep from tripping, he just takes his feet off the ground, effectively making himself a free-floating kite for PV to push against the wall. He's weightless, and therefor, far more trapped in his grip.]

[Not that he would try to leave. Pure Vanilla has him utterly entranced, with each of his softer movements compounded with what he's doing below, he was already completely as his mercy, the mind desperately careening for control while his body begs and begs for more. It's almost frightening, and at the same time, that makes it all the more thrilling. Oh, Vanilly ...where did you learn this, he wonders, as a moan tears out of his throat. As Vanilla's hand squeezes him and he practically screams, leaving him shaking. He can hardly breathe, hardly think, all he knows is Pure Vanilla speaking sweet, wicked promises in his mind.]

I-

[This has become dangerous, but he hasn't felt this alive in millennia. He desperately does not want it to end. He wants so badly to be whole-]

I need you. Drench me in your Sweet Truth, and hold my soul until it bursts. I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours-

[ Something crumbles in Vanilla as readily as Shadow Milks walls did. Later he will wonder what came over them both, think over how quickly it came, and how...

Oh how sweet it felt.

Shadow Milks drag a soft moan out of Vanilla's throat in turn, his fingers curling against the Beasts back as he clings to him as well. He's not unaffected but he's ignoring his own arousal to focus on Shadow Milk, his fingers rubbing along the hot flesh hidden through those ridiculous tight tights. Squeezing and rubbing, teasing at the tip before dipping down.

The tights make it difficult but he's not here now to stretch it out. He pulls his head back to press his mouth to Shadow Milks, teeth biting against his bottom lip as he rubs his palm in rough quick strokes across Shadow Milks arousal, fingers rubbing against either side of it. ]

Just as you soaked me in your Sweet Lies, dug your claws into my soul, and stretched it out until it snapped. Yet... you completed me. You made me whole. I'm yours, and you're mine, my Other Half.

[ And he squeezes hard, rocking his body up against Shadow Milks as he does, licking a line against Shadow Milks lips. ]

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[And it really doesn't take much more. That he lasted at all as long as he did was a small miracle. That soft moan is like a delicious soft chime in his ears that he possessively holds to his chest. There is a Truth no sweeter than what is between them right now.]

[His own voice is unsurprisingly unrestrained, likely carrying down the halls of the Inn, which will probably have no later consequences. Maybe. His body arching to press as much into Vanilla's hand as he can. Hips shaking but without any sort of rhythm.]

[He did not realize how hungry for his mouth he was until Vanilla finally gave it to him. As he bites back, messy and desperate, and his own sharp teeth scrap against his lips in turn, his hands finally slide up to fist in his long, beautiful hair, fingernails biting just so into his scalp.]

My Other Ha-!

[That final squeeze, that hard friction of Pure Vanilla's warm, enticing body pressed against his with his back against a wall, he sees burning white and goes over the edge. It is a graceless, noisy, messy affair and Shadow Milk all but sags against him in the release.]

[ Every noise the Beast makes, Vanilla muffles with his mouth, devours them as they spill in. The sting of those sharp teeth against his lips - making marks that he can't heal away - and the bite of those nails into his scalp get another noise out of him as well. Soft and longing, though it gets lost in Shadow Milks mouth in turn, captured by a kiss both needy and giving.

And oh, he feels it in a faint detached was as Shadow Milk orgasms. Like he felt his arousal. It makes want pool low in his stomach, makes his breathing hitch, as he feels the wet spread of heat under his hand. Soaking the tights with release. He keeps his hand going a moment longer, thumb rubbing over the mess at the tip to press in just to drag the pleasure out longer.

He's careful to hold Shadow Milk up as he sags, using his body to keep him from slipping out of his grasp and down. His laugh is a soft huff of air across the Beasts mouth as he pulls back so they can breathe and so he can watch the pleasure twist the other up. ]

Look at you. How sweetly you came for me. Don't worry, you'll get used to it and last longer, then I'll show you more.

[ He tilts his head to drop sweet kisses in little brushes across those blue lips, careful to make sure he can still breathe. And he moves his hands to his robes to rearrange them, hiding himself. ]

[It really didn't take much, did it? For him to fall for him all over again. Like some kind of illness, even when he was so sure he would push this maddening Cookie away from him, perhaps even crumble him with his own hands, the moment he was given an opening, he opened himself right back up again.]

[He really has gone mad over the years, has really let the lonliness eat him away that he just keeps handing himself over to Pure Vanilla again and again.]

[If Pure Vanilla betrays him again, may it crumble them both, he thinks.]

[It's likely that Vanilla is picking up on this some, some floating, words of uncertainty and longing. Something wary but needy at the same time. As a great wave of exhaustion floods him and his mind feels foggy and dizzy, it takes some time for him to collect himself from the four corners of the universe.]

[He tries, in vain to say something with his words but Vanilla is giving him that sweet attention instead, and so he lets out a breath, tries to find some purchase against him, get his feet back on the floor. He's as shaky as a newborn lamb, though.]

You ...You must be very pleased to have the puppetmaster tied up for your pleasure, hm?

[He caves, returning a few of his little kisses.]

...Are you hiding from me? [PV he can feel you, too, you know. Where is your dick you sneaky son of a bitch.]

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[ He is and it makes his heart ache. That drop of longing spreading like ink across water, growing despite him trying to stymie it. That uncertainty even now. He sighs gently, supporting his Other Half as he feels that rush of exhaustion, tilting his head into the hands clinging to his hair. Just to remind him he's there for him, that Shadow Milk has him as much as Pure Vanilla has Shadow Milk. The Moon to his Sun.

The little kisses being returned makes the connection flood with joy from his side, his smile wide and gleeful as he catches every little one given back. Begins to shower the other with sweet devotion in the form of more lingering kisses. ]

Mm, maybe just a little, I can see the appeal of having someone dangling at your mercy.

[ His 'tone' is teasing, but... SM isn't entirely wrong. Having the other twisted up into him, caving to his demands, his commands.

Oh, Ovens, truly the other is luring him down a wicked path. How possessive he becomes around him!

He's about to give the other a harder kiss before being hit with that question. And despite what just occurred between them, his hand still damp with cooling cum, the question makes him flush bright red. It's not exactly like he can deny it, tending to SM aroused him and if he felt his Other Half's arousal then he know Shadow Milk can feel his.

But- ]

Not hiding, my Beast, but this little moment wasn't about me. And I'd last quite a lot longer than you, and it might... ah, attract more attention.

[ There's no doubt in his mind the rest of the Inn heard them.

~~Clive eying the walls like damn...~~ ]

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[He can't help it, but his heart does catch in a funny way when Pure Vanilla says that. He truly tried to make him in his image and now that he's succeeded he's getting more than he bargained for, huh?]

[Twisted looks good on him, unfortunately, and so he certainly isn't going to dissuade it. Like he will also not dissuade all this adoration that Pure Vanilla is just pumping through their Soul Jams. It's starting to make him a little light headed, make his will a little weaker until-]

[Ooooh? Is that so? And look at his face flushed so suddenly. Hm, perhaps he had given him a bit too much credit. What a deceitful little sheep he has.]

Self-sacrificing as always aren't we, Vanilly?

[His words are actually strangely fond. As if to almost tease him back for his "attracting attention" comment he opens his mouth to actually speak.]

So te- [And then he cuts off from the horrible way his voice croaks from how hoarse it is. Wow, he has really been doing some screaming lately huh. He flushes dark indigo and tries again mentally. Oh well.]

So, tell me, what's supposed to happen now? Am I to leave you to your torment? We are both quite filthy now it looks like, heh heh.

[ He huffs softly but doesn't do anything else but maybe snuggle a little in against Shadow Milk, closing his eyes to enjoy the clinging hold on him. And pout a bit. ]

It's not self-sacrifice! It's self-restraint in the face of wicked temptation.

[ The croak from the other gets him to giggle a little, turn his head, and press a kiss into Shadow Milks throat. Ah, he really needs his healing back. He can distract from the pain though by dragging his tongue over the skin under his mouth.

He pauses a little, tilting his head up to nose against the soft underside before pulling back to give Shadow Milk a little look. Teasing. ]

I am yours, if you truly want to touch then my body is open to you.

[ A little sigh as he glances down, smiling gently. ]

And you are. Perhaps it's time you experienced your very first human bath...

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Oh, PUH-lease, you clearly bit that apple a long time ago.

[He did not miss how goddamn experienced you acted through all of this. Some of that possessiveness riles up in him again as he thinks about that and decides maybe he should stop thinking about that.]

[Besides, it's hard to dwell on that when Vanilla is clearly giving him plenty of attention right now. He hums as he trails his tongue over his skin. His fingers thread through his hair, settling at the base of his neck.]

Why does the way you say that fill me with a weird sense of apprehension.

[We will come back to the body thing in a minute, because he very much heard this dangerous permission PV has given him-]

[ He feels that possessiveness and smiles softly to it. Eventually Shadow Milk will learn but that's for later, when his other half has begun to calm down and process things. The hands through his hair shutter his eyes and relax him, he liked it even when his hair was shorter and now there's more to tug on with it longer.

The base of his neck makes him flinch, just a bit, just barely perceptible, but Shadow Milk will feel the flash of dread. It's not the memory of Shadow Milks grasping fingers that worries him. But he trusts him and eventually the dread soothes out.

And then he laughs to the apprehension. Smiles so sweetly, reaching up to take hold of Shadow Milks face, squishing his cheeks gently between his palms, the twinkle in his eyes bright with merriment and mischief. ]

Oh, it's not so bad. You sink yourself into a nice hot tub full of water, soak, then wash away all the dirt and grime with shampoos and soaps until you feel and smell divine.

[ He turns to smile at the eyes on Shadow Milks hair, apologetic. ]

It's unnerving the first time around but it feels quite lovely...

[Oh... what was that. He does think, of course, it's his doing, and for a moment it makes him feel ...unusual. Torn? He'd normally be very pleased to have him react that way, but things are suddenly very different, and he's having a hard time sorting out his feelings. Less so now, that it becomes apparently it wasn't actually from him. The way he flinches and smoothes out even with his hands still on his neck tell him that much, which means-]

[Ah. That memory returns unbidden. The one that Truthless had shared, possibly without his meaning to. Something darkly possessive rises up in him this time, remembering how that creature has put its hands on his other half. Though his touch remains soft, his hair begins to shift with fury.]

[And then Vanilla has his hands on his face an a great deal of it floods out of him. Ugh, he is so weak to that touch it makes him sick.]

Mm. I will allow it, but only if you show me something first.

[ The sudden fury and the loss of it to his hands makes him smile. A secret weapon he's going to utilize every chance he gets. He strokes his thumbs against his cheeks, rubbing his palms softly along his jaw, then blinks to the demand. ]

Of course? What is it you wish to see, my Other Half?

[ It's not like his mind is closed to him, if he'd like to take a peek. He's not sure if Shadow Milk can read his thoughts here, not with his Soul Jam seemingly shut down as it is. He lowers his hand to touch said Soul Jam, thoughtful. He wonders if he did too much damage to him, his psyche.

Oh, unless he means physically and he blushes. Well... he guesses he's never seen a human body before so he's willing to show him... ]

[As he touches the Jam, Shadow Milk lets out a soft little inhale. It flickers a bit, though it is still dim. It's there, it's alive, it is simply...tired. Depleted.]

[His own hands travel down, they cup the Soul Jam for a moment. He thinks distantly, that he really could just take if he wanted, but the thought creates a strange feeling in him, this strange aversion that tells him he would lose something important if he did that. Would lose what he truly wants. Instead he softly glides a finger around its outer casing and plants his hand on the hem of his robe.]

Show me where it marked you.

[ And like Shadow Milk the touch to his own Soul Jam makes him whisper out a noise, a soft sigh. It's intimate, and feels like a touch to his soul. He starts to think something, as those hands go to his robe, before the demand makes his thoughts go silent. He hesitates, but only a little. Not even the other's have seen it, as usually it's been covered in thick sheep wool. Even sheared down, the wool would hide them.

He sighs softly, and reaches up to fit his fingers around Shadow Milks. Hooks them into the neck of his robe and rolls it down to bare the skin of his throat for him.

The black marks are there. Four in unmistakable fingernail drags across the front of his throat, obviously having been deep enough to leave the scars. The fifth is under his jaw on the side, the thumb sliding down and in. As if the claws were attempting to rip his throat out. But it was merely a warning this time. He tilts his chin up, head back, to let Shadow Milk see. ]

It's been half a year since I received them.

[ Or longer, or shorter. Time stretches and shrinks on a whim. ]

[It will be immediately apparent how Shadow Milk feels about them, because the air grows dangerously thick with what can only be described as restrained Dark Moon Magic. There is a lightning in the air that can only barely seep through, but its there, it's present. His Soul Jam sputters like a car trying to turn over, but eventually all of it gives out and that deep well of magic Shadow Milk was trying to reach for runs dry almost as fast as he tried to drink.]

[The eyes that yet live in the shadows of his hair share the sentiment. Shadow Milk despises these marks, and every fiber of his being is furious. A tumultuous storm of possessiveness and dark fury, not unlike what Truthless might have gotten a glimpse of before. Somehow it is all the more potent this time.]

Filthy worm, it thinks it can get away with trying to break what's mine and then stripping me powerless to hide. OH, it will be satisfying to crumble it with my own two hands.

[His touch is careful, to really feel what was done, but then his attention goes elsewhere for a moment. He brings up that bandaged hand because he had assumed this was related.]

What's this?

[ Oh, Shadow Milk. It hurts watching him try and his magic sputter out, something that should come as easily to him as it does Pure Vanilla now. He shh's gently, softly, moving his hands from his robes to reach out. Cup his face to calm him, soothe him, since it seems he enjoys the touch. He doesn't dissuade him from being angry though, let's him touch them as he will. The marks are smooth, healed, yet carry a warmth to them. The Black Suns.

He most definitely won't tell him about the corruption he suffered that had daffodils - the suns flower - growing from the marks like a choke chain.

When his hand is taken he turns his attention to it, frowns gently. ]

Do not touch them.

[ It's a warning before he pulls back, shifts his robe sleeves up to expose the bandage wrapped around his left arm. He unwinds it carefully. There aren't many rocks but they're there, black and glittery under the inn light of the ruined room. Yet they've been obviously filed down, ground smooth down to the skin, which is a little raw around them due to it, scratch marks around it them. ]

It is a disease suffered by many here, that I gave myself shortly upon my arrival so I could experiment on curing it, without forcing the others to go through it. It is spread through being infected by cuts upon the rocks. I could not cure it with my healing as it was.

[ And now he won't get a chance to even try what his Soul Jam has gifted him by empowering his healing, as Suri has ripped that from him. There's a thick bitterness to that, a rising bile of anger before it sinks again. ]

It has spread recently far more than it would otherwise be due to an issue Truthless had with White Lily, which caused the experiment to backfire. But we have made strides, and I feel we are close.

[He has never hated an entity more than he does right now, and that says a lot of his general hatred of the witches that locked him in a tree for thousands of years. He settles down to a low simmer with Vanilla's insistent soothing, but it's very clear he's still pretty mad about all this.]

[The rocks, however, make him mad all over again, but this time he is directing it at Pure Vanilla.]

[Genuinely had he his powers right now, he would have turn the world around them into a spectacle, gown as tall as a building so he could personally grip Vanilla in his hands and shake him. There is an new and special kind of anger he is feeling that has an undercurrent of fear almost. He is learning some fascinating new emotions today.]

Vanilly.

[His hand grips Vanilla's robes.]

What happens if you do not cure this in time.

[ Vanilla sees that mental image and sighs softly, giving him a little fond look. He tests the bond between them by filling himself with calm and tugging, trying to see if he can share the emotion with the Jester. Soothing, relaxing.

Because as those hands grip his robe and the question is asked, he's going to need Shadow Milk to remain calm so he doesn't indeed just go through with shaking him. Or throttling him again. Or ripping the room apart even further. He rests his right hand on one of Shadow Milks hands, squeezes it.

His inner voice is soft. ]

I will die. But that has years yet to go.

[ Provided they don't screw up and advance the infection further in him. Like they just did. He sighs a little and begins to wrap his arm again. He's not going to take the chance that he spreads it. With them being filed down, he won't cut anyone on it, but the rock is still rough and might scrap. Which will be enough to transfer. ]

[You anticipated right. He did not like that answer, and even though Vanilla is trying to flood him with serenity, there's only so much he can do to smother out what is both definitely blistering rage and raw terror.]

[He does not enjoy this feeling at all. What a unique hell he has found himself in, caring about someone for the first time in millennia. He thinks he'd maybe like to go back to being a sociopath.]

[His hands are shaking while he has the robe clutched in his hands, but it's because he is doing everything he has to restrain himself.]

Vanilly...VANILLY... Always so CARELESS with your life, it makes me want to pop your little head off myself.

[ He's calm in return as he finishes wrapping the bandage, tucking it down securely, and then lowering his robe. Then he steps in against Shadow Milk again, pushing his body up against the Beasts, and wraps his arms around his waist. Traps those hands between them, as he lays his head on his shoulder, his eyes closing.

The rage is hot down the connection, but he feels the fear underneath it as well, icy and clawing. The Beast experiencing human emotions in rapid fire. It's going to drive him insane again. ]

I have no desire to die again. I have already twice, and I have lost two very precious pieces of myself.

[ There is something like Truthless' tone in this mental voice, flat and dead. Cold. Heartless. ]

I will not give anything up further. If I cannot cure it in time, I will rip it out of me.

[ And then he's Vanilla again, soft and gentle, his nose resting against the crook of Shadow Milks neck, against his pulse. ]

You will not lose me, unless you kill me yourself.

[It's true, his wild, fluctuating emotions are taking a toll on him, and he has felt at odds with himself quite a lot since waking up here. The control he used to have over his own performances have become shaky at best, like a nervous understudy. It would be a lie to fully blame it on the human body, but what a shock for the Beast of Deceit to lie to himself.]

[He holds himself still as Vanilla moves in, envelopes him, holds him tight. Like a taut rope threatening to snap, he holds his breath. Those words make him shiver, for reasons he isn't sure. That tinge of Truthless for sure, but it's different, too, isn't it? While it occurs to him to be worried about that, he's at least happy that he is taking this seriously. That he is at least promising to not let this get out of hand. That he will not allow himself to die for a cause that was probably never his own.]

Good.

[And he means that. He's slowly coming back down from ...from an almost painful rush of adrenaline. Deep breaths while his body becomes even more spent than it was before.]

We'll revisit THAT later. Show me this bath or ...whatever.

[ There we go. Vanilla keeps the calming sense up the best he can, which isn't too hard considering who he is. Relax. Let your Other Half soothe you. Sink into the radiant warmth. He's here, there is nothing but calm.

Vanilla won't move for a bit longer, though he nods to show he heard him. Shadow Milk does need a bath, but he also needs reassurance and tenderness to help him come back down from an intense cacophony of emotions he's not used to. And who would Pure Vanilla be if he didn't give it to him?

And while he's doing that he can try to use the other-realm like Shadow Milk can to try and snag his hat and the sad little plush that's been sitting in it.

It's like watching a little sunshine mote try to move a boulder. Don't judge him he has to practice. ]

[You're really trying to put him to sleep with that, huh? But it works, especially when any resistance to that radiance has been spent having like eight tantrums in the span of three days. Being a lunatic is exhausting, actually. It's a startling feeling, to let himself just fall into it. To be wrapped up in that warmth.]

[Is this what the light used to feel like? Has he spent so long in the cold darkness that he truly forgot? Or had his madness simply convinced him otherwise.]

[His head drops onto one of Vanilla's shoulders, like a cat that's been scruffed. He watches idly as Vanilla seems to be- oh.]

...Reach out with the assumption it will simply be where you want it to be. It will find its way to you.

[ And Vanilla supports him when he sags into it, cradles him, like he said he would. Wraps him in his arms, both physically, mentally, and spiritually. Tuck his soul against his own. He turns his head when he feels the weight on his shoulder and hand comes up, rests on the back of Shadow Milks, cradles it before digging his fingers into his hair there. Just to take a gentle hold.

And blushes a little when he's caught trying to manipulate the other-realm. ]

Ah, like I did for you?

[ It's a little tease but not much, his voice soft as he follows instructions. It will take him a bit, because he knows this is not a skill-set he's going to be good at, unless it comes to spreading Compassion. But his little oh! both mentally and physically as it pops into his hand, in all it's button eyed glory, is filled with glee. He holds his little friend and then brings it to smoosh it between them for a moment. His hat is a lost cause, it's too big for him yet.

Only then does he pull back finally. ]

Let's get you cleaned up.

[ He walks over to his hat to fetch it, then gently set the plush back onto his head, and put his hat on to secure it there. The weight keeps it down and secure, and he beams to Shadow Milk and holds out a hand. ]

We have to make a small journey to the bath house next door. I'll hide you.

[ Because... yeah. ]

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