[ Pure Vanilla will be moving between White Lily and Clotted Cream, taking turns tending to them both with Fel and Dark Cacao, glad of Dippers help as well. It allows him time to sit beside Lily, unable to sleep and only lightning dozing from time to time, his hand wrapped firmly in hers as he waits for her to wake up.
If she does. He doesn't know the potency of the venom. Doesn't know all the damage it may do. ]
( consciousness is a curse and lily is having no part in it- is what she'd say if she could. the pain is... duller, but it's hard for her to connect her thoughts together properly, drowsy as she is, but as she begins to slowly wake there's that horrid burning sensation again. she comes to with a low groan that rises into a whimper, and the slightest twitch of her fingers. )
[ Instantly Vanilla is moving himself out of his own doze, the Staff instantly looking her over as he raises a hand as if to touch her cheek, only to stop.
He doesn't know how the pain is, whether touch sets it off. His fingers hover before they twitch and he moves them away. Instead he bends over her, careful not to move her or disturb her any. Careful not to touch her. ]
My love... I'm sorry. Do you... we attempted to alleviate the pain, but I am unsure it worked.
( she feels so weak. it's horrible. despite this, she tries to reach for him- to be in agony alone is so much worse than getting to hold him somehow, no matter how it feels. )
There was... a black snake. I was... trying to remove it when the green tea cream bunny got too close....
[ He wants to kiss her, and touch her, and hold her but he's so worried about causing pain he doesn't until she reaches for him. Then he takes her hand, folds it between his and leans down to carefully press their foreheads together.
Offers her a light touch of healing to try and further ease the pain. ]
... A snake. Yes, that seems in line with the creature. It was an attack by it, I fear.
[ Carefully he raises her bitten hand to show her the mark. And he will not think of the way she called him Vanny.
Was that what Lily called his old self?
And he will not think of her comments of the vines.
Might that had been what her original soul fell to.]
( a spark of fury lights up in her heart, but it's quickly subdued by the quiet misery accompanying the pain like an escort of a debutante ball. she inhales sharply but only tries to pull vanilla closer despite it all.
healing... healing soothes it further, yes. but not enough to put a stop to it all. )
[ He shifts to scoot in closer, resting his face against hers like he can take the pain through osmosis. His heart aches that she suffers - again. Why? Why can't she just get a break? Why can't the world leave her be. ]
Clotted Cream... a bite to his ankle. The same black sun mark. And...
[ Sometime mid-month, who knows when but when gift giving is in full swing, Pure Vanilla will seek his Lily out. He has a gift he wishes to give her... as well as simply desiring her companionship. ]
( it's one of the rare times white lily cookie can be found resting. not just resting, but napping... the cold does poor flowers ill, after all, and with the weather worsening she just wants to sleep. the sound of pure vanilla's voice gets her stirring immediately though and she pokes her head out of the blankets with a mumble. )
[ Oh. Oh look at her. She's popping out of the blanket so cutely, her hair all sleep ruffled and his heart aches so hard he feels like he might drop where he's at. Instead he eagerly clip-clops his way over, tail wiggling wildly simply upon seeing her.
Even his staff is adoringly gazing at her.
He wants to crawl into the blankets with her, like when they were younger and the weather turned at the Academy. ]
Ah, I'm sorry for awakening you, love. Would you like me to come back later?
( she looks like she's about to fall back asleep. she doesn't in favor of scooting over to lean on him though, rubbing her eyes with the inside of a gloved wrist. )
[ Very gently he ties a small woven bracelet around her wrist. It's in her colors: green, white, and red.
And .... that's it. It seems like that's all it is. But surely Vanilla wouldn't give her something so simple? Indeed, he wouldn't. ]
A puzzle, my love. Once you figure out how to activate it, for twenty four hours it will be enchanted with whatever you may need to use it for. Afterwards it will need to rest to regather it's magic, but after you activate it again, you may use it again for another thing.
[ They may be separated, but Pure Vanilla will still treat her as a friend, and write her notes like he would have back home. And so she will get either the white lily stoat squeezing it's way into the window of the clinic with a letter clamped in it's mouth - which she then has to chase to get it away from it it's play time! - or the strawbaby. Who will dramatically flop at her feet and rabbit cry until she picks it up to baby it.
Sometimes it's her very own macha rabbit, the letter sort of taped to it's squishy head because Vanilla doesn't trust it not to drop it.
And they're all very silly, but penned with utter sincerity. ]
My Dearest White Lily Cookie, Having toes is horrible, and though it would oft betray my excitement, I miss my tail. Do you suppose the baby dragons would be willing to impart one of similar size and dexterity if I asked?
I miss my hooves. Yours truly, Pure Vanilla Cookie
Dearest White Lily Cookie, I do not understand how you and Dark Cacao Cookie deal with having so much hair. I wake up in the morning and it is everywhere. In my mouth, around my arms. I have sat on it!
It hurts when I do. Yours truly, Pure Vanilla Cookie
( ...dear... every time, she huffs a laugh, before sending the little ones off with a reply again. forgive her, she was never one for letters... )
Pure Vanilla Cookie I don't believe you can get specific requests. I'm not sure why these features take the forms they do, but I quite like them. But you can't bank on infants to give you something so precise!
Though, I think that it would be rather cute regardless of the size.
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Braiding it before bed helps... But I have a spell that does it quicker. I can demonstrate it for you. It's hard to describe in text.
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gods above and below why is she so bad at everything )
[Hello hello! Sometime during the day, on the side of the afternoon closest to morning, Aventurine will politely approach and wait until Lily seems to be unoccupied. At which point he clears his throat and gives a small wave in greeting.]
Good morning, ma'am! I hope this isn't a bad time for this, but might I trouble you for a bit of assistance? I don't believe it will take too long, so I don't foresee that I'll overstay my welcome.
( it's a bit hard to tell what is and isn't unoccupied when she's running a clinic, helping her husband's gardens, and also a huge nerd, but he'll find the time, surely!
lily pauses at he approaches though. a new face... )
Oh, you don't have to worry. What can I help you with?
[So, neither of them are probably willing to really address the state of their relationship at this point. There is an understanding between them, that they are lonely and yearn for those that are no longer here, and that together they've managed to hold themselves together.]
[Shadow Milk has wanted to hate Lily from the very beginning, but found himself deeply unable to the moment he knew of Seamus' past. He read through those letters, those journal entries, he saw the love he had for this person and found himself yearning for what fate ripped out of his hands in his next life.]
[He wanted to blame it on Vanilla's influence between their souls, but with him gone, he knows that to have been a sweet lie. He will continue to lie to himself, he thinks, about what might happen when they leave this place, if they leave this place, and greedily bask in whatever this has become. A reason to move forward, to keep living.]
[So, perhaps this is recent, him curling up as a snake under the pillow next to her. Small and warm and mostly out of sight. She likely knows he's there. Or maybe not? But one night his dim, flickering Soul Jam reacts... resonates softly to Lily's light of freedom, and calls her in. A soft plea.]
[For help.]
[Should she answer, she will find herself in a gorgeous hall, the Spire of Knowledge. It's reminiscent of the Academy but its far more grand.]
( lily knows he's there, whether he says something or not. with the bed being empty for so long now, any shift that isn't her stands out. she doesn't say anything, but if her hand lingers closer to that pillow that's between the two of them.
anything closer feels like it invites conversation as to what they truly are.
and yet as she sleeps, she feels the plea, and perhaps it's telling that it only has to flicker once- ▊▍▎ ▚▋▄▃▆▄ only has to open it's mouth, and freedom answers.
... how strange though, this place. it's like walking through a ghost of her childhood, almost... )
[What answers her is ... a soft shining mote of light, a very gentle light blue. It comes to meet here in the hall, floating around her and then moving away, as if to lead her.]
[If she follows, it will take her through the halls before reaching a tall, ornate door at the end. An office of sorts, not unlike the Headmaster's at the academy. It's etched in familiar symbols of magic, of runs. A great big eye set in the center.]
[Inside is a grand office, with high walls lined with books of all kinds. There are celestial instruments strung from the ceiling, grand and beautiful. The floor, as she walks, shimmers like the stars, like the milky way. While the office appears to be empty, the desk in disarray, the mote of light continues leading her to a book shelf in the back that has been opened to reveal a pathway. It's darker, this way, but the light travels in. Follow?]
( of course she follows, even if it's starting to feel like trailing after a teacher on her first day of school... she looks around wide-eyed and curious, but at the same time something twists in her stomach. he'd confirmed it, of course- but seeing it is so very different.
she follows, and continues to follow. from familiar yet different halls and magic and beauty, to something darker and yet so much more comforting. )
[As she steps through, the smell should hit her immediately. The strong scent of flowers wafts through the way as the path opens up into a large greenhouse.]
[The door is ajar, and even from the outside it seems almost overrun. Flowers of all sorts are creeping out, but there is one flower in particular that seems prominent. The Milkcrown. A flower that Shadow Milk has recently begun cultivating in their gardens, though he's always been cagey about it if asked.]
[The mote travels inside and float low until it reaches ...ah, the figure of someone laying on the ground, Milkcrown growing around them as if forming a bed. The mote returns to that person with a soft glow.]
[Dressed in a long, dark blue robe, stitched in gold, lays ...Shadow Milk? Or perhaps not. His long hair is like the starry sky, twinkling with stars as streaks of white flow through it. His face, though unconscious, seems softer, even despite the visible cracks running through his skin.]
she keeps going, only pausing to gently cup a milkcrown before going, leaving the flower as is. and then she realizes- )
No-
( lily runs forward, crouching beside him- he's cracking, why is he cracking? his dough- and... the stars...
something cinches in her chest. it both is, and is not him. the man she's come to welcome into her home. this is the man he was once upon a time.
she stares for a moment before a melancholy settles on her shoulders like snow. and then she gently rests a hand on his cheek, a soft light of healing magic emitting from her touch. )
[He seems in a deep sleep, though not a very restful one, as she comes over to look at him. Once she begins to heal him, that cool, soothing magic gently running through him, he begins to stir.]
[His eyes are ...tired, disoriented. They are a soft gold and blue much like Shadow Milk's.]
...?
[He looks up at her and "oh!"s very softly, weakly, and offers her a smile.]
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after the attack
If she does. He doesn't know the potency of the venom. Doesn't know all the damage it may do. ]
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Vanny...?
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[ Instantly Vanilla is moving himself out of his own doze, the Staff instantly looking her over as he raises a hand as if to touch her cheek, only to stop.
He doesn't know how the pain is, whether touch sets it off. His fingers hover before they twitch and he moves them away. Instead he bends over her, careful not to move her or disturb her any. Careful not to touch her. ]
My love... I'm sorry. Do you... we attempted to alleviate the pain, but I am unsure it worked.
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( she feels so weak. it's horrible. despite this, she tries to reach for him- to be in agony alone is so much worse than getting to hold him somehow, no matter how it feels. )
There was... a black snake. I was... trying to remove it when the green tea cream bunny got too close....
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Offers her a light touch of healing to try and further ease the pain. ]
... A snake. Yes, that seems in line with the creature. It was an attack by it, I fear.
[ Carefully he raises her bitten hand to show her the mark. And he will not think of the way she called him Vanny.
Was that what Lily called his old self?
And he will not think of her comments of the vines.
Might that had been what her original soul fell to.]
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healing... healing soothes it further, yes. but not enough to put a stop to it all. )
I heard more screaming after. Who else is hurt..?
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Clotted Cream... a bite to his ankle. The same black sun mark. And...
[ Slow inhale. ]
Mizuki.
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a gift
Lily? Love? Are you around?
gives u a sleepy lily
Vanny... h'llo.
the biggest heart eyes
Even his staff is adoringly gazing at her.
He wants to crawl into the blankets with her, like when they were younger and the weather turned at the Academy. ]
Ah, I'm sorry for awakening you, love. Would you like me to come back later?
hehehe
( she looks like she's about to fall back asleep. she doesn't in favor of scooting over to lean on him though, rubbing her eyes with the inside of a gloved wrist. )
What is it...?
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It's a very good thing she uses a wrist to rub her eyes because he needs that, and he gently captures her hand to hold it out. ]
I have a gift for you. A small token of my appreciation.
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Hm...?
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And .... that's it. It seems like that's all it is. But surely Vanilla wouldn't give her something so simple? Indeed, he wouldn't. ]
A puzzle, my love. Once you figure out how to activate it, for twenty four hours it will be enchanted with whatever you may need to use it for. Afterwards it will need to rest to regather it's magic, but after you activate it again, you may use it again for another thing.
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Sometimes it's her very own macha rabbit, the letter sort of taped to it's squishy head because Vanilla doesn't trust it not to drop it.
And they're all very silly, but penned with utter sincerity. ]
My Dearest White Lily Cookie,
Having toes is horrible, and though it would oft betray my excitement, I miss my tail. Do you suppose the baby dragons would be willing to impart one of similar size and dexterity if I asked?
I miss my hooves.
Yours truly, Pure Vanilla Cookie
Dearest White Lily Cookie,
I do not understand how you and Dark Cacao Cookie deal with having so much hair. I wake up in the morning and it is everywhere. In my mouth, around my arms. I have sat on it!
It hurts when I do.
Yours truly, Pure Vanilla Cookie
Dearest White Lily Cookie,
Toenails??
Yours truly, Pure Vanilla Cookie
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I don't believe you can get specific requests. I'm not sure why these features take the forms they do, but I quite like them. But you can't bank on infants to give you something so precise!
Though, I think that it would be rather cute regardless of the size.
White Lily Cookie
Pure Vanilla Cookie
Braiding it before bed helps... But I have a spell that does it quicker. I can demonstrate it for you. It's hard to describe in text.
White Lily Cookie
Pure Vanilla Cookie
Unfortunately.
White Lily Cookie
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gods above and below why is she so bad at everything )
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Good morning, ma'am! I hope this isn't a bad time for this, but might I trouble you for a bit of assistance? I don't believe it will take too long, so I don't foresee that I'll overstay my welcome.
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lily pauses at he approaches though. a new face... )
Oh, you don't have to worry. What can I help you with?
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[Shadow Milk has wanted to hate Lily from the very beginning, but found himself deeply unable to the moment he knew of Seamus' past. He read through those letters, those journal entries, he saw the love he had for this person and found himself yearning for what fate ripped out of his hands in his next life.]
[He wanted to blame it on Vanilla's influence between their souls, but with him gone, he knows that to have been a sweet lie. He will continue to lie to himself, he thinks, about what might happen when they leave this place, if they leave this place, and greedily bask in whatever this has become. A reason to move forward, to keep living.]
[So, perhaps this is recent, him curling up as a snake under the pillow next to her. Small and warm and mostly out of sight. She likely knows he's there. Or maybe not? But one night his dim, flickering Soul Jam reacts... resonates softly to Lily's light of freedom, and calls her in. A soft plea.]
[For help.]
[Should she answer, she will find herself in a gorgeous hall, the Spire of Knowledge. It's reminiscent of the Academy but its far more grand.]
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anything closer feels like it invites conversation as to what they truly are.
and yet as she sleeps, she feels the plea, and perhaps it's telling that it only has to flicker once- ▊▍▎ ▚▋▄▃▆▄ only has to open it's mouth, and freedom answers.
... how strange though, this place. it's like walking through a ghost of her childhood, almost... )
... Hello? I'm here now, so- you can come out...
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[If she follows, it will take her through the halls before reaching a tall, ornate door at the end. An office of sorts, not unlike the Headmaster's at the academy. It's etched in familiar symbols of magic, of runs. A great big eye set in the center.]
[Inside is a grand office, with high walls lined with books of all kinds. There are celestial instruments strung from the ceiling, grand and beautiful. The floor, as she walks, shimmers like the stars, like the milky way. While the office appears to be empty, the desk in disarray, the mote of light continues leading her to a book shelf in the back that has been opened to reveal a pathway. It's darker, this way, but the light travels in. Follow?]
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she follows, and continues to follow. from familiar yet different halls and magic and beauty, to something darker and yet so much more comforting. )
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[The door is ajar, and even from the outside it seems almost overrun. Flowers of all sorts are creeping out, but there is one flower in particular that seems prominent. The Milkcrown. A flower that Shadow Milk has recently begun cultivating in their gardens, though he's always been cagey about it if asked.]
[The mote travels inside and float low until it reaches ...ah, the figure of someone laying on the ground, Milkcrown growing around them as if forming a bed. The mote returns to that person with a soft glow.]
[Dressed in a long, dark blue robe, stitched in gold, lays ...Shadow Milk? Or perhaps not. His long hair is like the starry sky, twinkling with stars as streaks of white flow through it. His face, though unconscious, seems softer, even despite the visible cracks running through his skin.]
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she keeps going, only pausing to gently cup a milkcrown before going, leaving the flower as is. and then she realizes- )
No-
( lily runs forward, crouching beside him- he's cracking, why is he cracking? his dough- and... the stars...
something cinches in her chest. it both is, and is not him. the man she's come to welcome into her home. this is the man he was once upon a time.
she stares for a moment before a melancholy settles on her shoulders like snow. and then she gently rests a hand on his cheek, a soft light of healing magic emitting from her touch. )
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[His eyes are ...tired, disoriented. They are a soft gold and blue much like Shadow Milk's.]
...?
[He looks up at her and "oh!"s very softly, weakly, and offers her a smile.]
It's you. You heard me, after all.... I'm glad.
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