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“Did I want to be his friend?? How stupid of a question is that?" Shadow Milk hissed bitterly, barely conscious after their tussle. He’s holding tight to his quiet resentment, because nowadays that’s the only thing he has.
Oh, he was just absolutely fuming! Who did that stupid vanilla think he even was? Why was he so forgiving? Why did he actually want to give in? He was enraged and bewildered, and he was…
Shadow Milk’s inner thoughts trailed off all of a sudden. The silence in the deepest, most deceitful part of the moon nipped away at his heart. He remained in silence, black and blue swirling in his vision. Friends. The Fount of Knowledge had those once in an Earthbread lifetime.
Tired was the Fount and the deceiving monster he’s become.
⋆𐙚❅*°⋆❆.ೃ࿔*.
Lies were as delicate as a creature’s world-bearing wings. Pin its thorax down carefully, then place a thin strip of parchment paper on each wing. Start placing down pins all around the insect, sculpting your wanted shape. Your hands need to be steady and methodical. But then… rustle. A small crack of golden truth seeped from its wings. The truth was a small stain, but once you grasp it, it’ll spread and spread.
Friends! Of course the Fount had the virtues. Talking to them wasn’t the easiest, he always felt like he was a distance away from them. He didn’t know how to truly be himself, if there even is such a thing in his soul. The Fount watched the world from the sidelines. But now he was the heading, so why does his skin crawl with discontent? And to be honest, he was just barely getting color back into his face. He was furious because he used to actually love that place.
So perfectly crafted were the lies that even its owner had fallen into them. Such a beautiful paradox.
The undeniable threads of deceit and truth twisted, tugged at the soul jam with a need for reciprocation and apprehension. Maybe he should just give in to his desires for once, just like what the Bringer of Happiness advised to Fount eons ago.
⋆𐙚❅*°⋆❆.ೃ࿔*.
Slowly, Shadow Milk flew out of his other realm, finding himself on his other half’s balcony.
“Shadow Milk—! What are you doing here?!” Pure Vanilla exclaimed in fear, the blue saw the way truth grasped his staff. White-knuckled and tight. Nilly was terrified of him.
Of course the other was scared. He was a monster, meant to be feared. The embodiment of trickery.
He snapped out of his endless gaze. Looking up, Shadow Milk’s eyes landed on the other’s face. It was so gentle, so soft, nothing like what he was thinking earlier… He despised this forgiving being.
“Bluebird? Bluebird. Hello there, you’re here.” He had this big delighted expression on his face, practically glowing. Well, Vanilla actually was glowing. It seemed that the other knew what Shadow Milk was here for.
“I assume you felt that too? That tug wrapped around our very presence. You don’t have to always be strong. Let me understand you, Shadow Milk’s Cookie.”
He’s watching his illusion, his walls crumble around him. Hope and redemption? Oh, the hypocrisy.
Pure Vanilla stretches his hand towards Shadow Milk.
The night was beautiful, stars shimmered and flickered. It reminded him of the Fount’s long hair. He let out a heavy sigh, his breath puffing out as fog. It was unmistakably cold all of a sudden, he only realized now. Shadow Milk looked beyond the balcony yet again. Snowflakes fell slowly across the land like white butterflies settling down.
He slowly took the other’s hand, making sure to take his time. Truth and Deceit intertwined.
“Please, let me learn every line on your fingertips.” Pure Vanilla’s smile widened even more.
Shadow Milk was terrified of the warmth the truth brought him. He wanted to flee, go back to the darkest corner of the moon. Yet he stayed still.
No words needed to be said, not right now. Time was theirs to bend.
The night continued as Pure Vanilla brought Shadow Milk inside his room, away from the ruthless cold. Acceptance didn’t always have to be brutal, and that was Pure Vanilla’s second nature.
Snow kept falling and dancing with the wind. They both had much to learn from each other.
Another beginning of silk began to thread for the both of them.