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after the attack

[purevanillacookie]

[ 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. ]

Re: after the attack

[lilyberation]

( 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. )

Vanny...?

a gift

[purevanillacookie]

[ 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. ]

Lily? Love? Are you around?

gives u a sleepy lily

[lilyberation]

( 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. )

Vanny... h'llo.

random notes

[purevanillacookie]

[ 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

Dearest White Lily Cookie,
Toenails??

Yours truly, Pure Vanilla Cookie

[lilyberation]

( ...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.

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

( ...




gods above and below why is she so bad at everything )

[arbitrage]

[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.

[lilyberation]

( 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?

some time after the divine library

[jesterlies]

[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.]

[lilyberation]

( 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... )

... Hello? I'm here now, so- you can come out...

SONBOY ARRIVAL

[jesterlies]

[WELL.]

[That sure was not what he expected from today.]

[He leaves Pavlova to rest, hoping its not fitful. He has ...quite a lot on his mind actually! As he leaves the room. Complicated thoughts and emotions swirling through him. He is happy to see Pavlova, though his relationship to him feels almost like the ghost of another. He was the Fount back then, and he had renounced so much of that person since his fall.]

[And yet, he hadn't wanted to relinquish this, apparently.]

[Hn. The Guardian is going to have questions for him, he suspects. Time to blind fumble his way through the kitchen for tea. He makes an awful clattering to get her attention.]

[lilyberation]

( she's been waiting for someone to come out- not too obviously, she hopes, as she reads at the kitchen counter (which! is normal for her on good days!) and then the clatter happens- )

Is everything okay? Where's- ah... Pavlova Cookie?

Some time after his arrival, during the adjustment period

[lovelyredthread]

[ Pavlova, as much as he plays outside, is not a messy kid. He always tends to avoid getting muddy when he can help it and on the off chance he gets messy he usually waits for help before he goes inside.

... tracked water and dirt is not normal for him.

The trail leads to the sunroom, where the boy now sits on the floor. It almost looks like he fell there. He's covered in mud and water, his feathers are ruffled and placed in front of him is a rusted, somewhat broken bird cage with the door swung open. The look in his eyes is distant, and his hands shook as he worked.

... cut up feathers are scattered on the floor.

In the cage he's made... something of a nest. Woven together twigs and feathers, though instead of being hollow its packed with dirt and a plant is inside, and that is what he's currently working on. It's a coral honeysuckle. Good for attracting butterflies, if she's familiar, he's gently tying the vines around the bars of the cage so they'll grow to wrap around them naturally, like a trellis.

He doesn't notice Lily there. He doesn't seem to notice anything. ]

ough...baby

[lilyberation]

( everyone in the house has always been so very respectful and tidy, the hatchlings not quite included on account of being literal babies (and thus forgiven when it does happen)- so suddenly having mud and water all over is... concerning. before anything, lily decides it's best to figure out what's happening, so she follows.

the sight before her is-

not great.

not horrible, but not great. and with that look in his eyes...

lily stands in the doorway. )

Pavlova Cookie?

[jesterlies]

[Hey, Lily. It's ten o'clock, do you know where your clown is?]

[He hasn't come home in several hours and it's getting a little late. He might have missed tea, also? Where could he be, where could he be...]

[Perhaps the Research Hall?]

[lilyberation]

( her clown... where is he. it's almost time for bed... he even missed dinner. there's not a lot that he seems to do outside of the house, but... hadn't he remade his old abode recently? maybe there.

walking across the town in the dark was wretched since her world went silent- even with vernal at her side, eden shifted small and resting on her shoulder with it's keen ears twitching, it feels

dangerous, in ways her life had never been before.

she simply lets herself into the research hall, calling in immediately because she has no idea how to find him otherwise: )

Shadow Milk Cookie?

Doorday

[jesterlies]

[He feels it the moment it opens. Something like ice laces through his veins and he all but jolts awake, sitting up with a start.]

[The blueberry beholders show him the opened basement.]

No!

[lilyberation]

( the movement jostles her awake, brings her to mumbles and bleary, barely-cracked open eyes. )

Shadow...?

Backdated dream convo

[lovelyredthread]

[ They left the castle and its little pocket of chaos, and sprinted out into the streets. All convincing lies contain a little truth, his father said, and Pavlova held that rather close everything considered. The forest where he leads White Lily is where he first saw Sugarfly Cookie, even if he himself doesn't remember it right now. It's where he first ran into her here in the dream as well.

And it's where he slows to a stop among the flowers. The riot's flames don't reach here. It would take time for anyone to find them here without actively searching... The boy let out a breath and looked up at her, still holding her hand. ]

Are you okay Miss Lily?

[ Unlikely considering what just happened, but... Now they were alone and they'd have to wait for Shadow Milk to meet back up with him after the false king was dealt with. ]

[lilyberation]

( is she okay?

...

no. she'd just left her lover and a friend behind to deal with a man wearing her husband's face, how could she be okay? and yet she knows she cannot resist the forest still, even if she's aware that none of this is real. why can't she wake up? why can't she...

...

lily looks over to pavlova quietly, a heavy silence weighing on her shoulders before she pulls him into a hug. )

...

When I was still bespelled. You had asked me something...

early february, post resurrection

[lilyberation]

( it's not with a bang that she comes back, but a whisper. as if she hadn't been gone all that long at all- or at least, that's how her body feels. but now there's the question of how she should tell the others... oh, they'll be mad at her.

shadow milk and silent salt especially, she's sure.

in the lobby, she paces restlessly- perhaps the first sign that something's different is that she looks up at the sound of someone approaching- )

Ah...

[ancientlight]

( It isn't unusual for White Lily to disappear, but it is rather curious. She had been adamant about sticking together, only for her to have disappeared. Although brief, Pure Vanilla had noticed her sudden absence quickly enough.

It's when he enters the lobby that he feels his heart drop -- relief filling his very core as his pace quickens. With the way she's pacing... Had something happened? )

White Lily Cookie! Are you alright?

[jesterlies]

[He's on his way back from putting Salt in the ground, as it were, when he comes in the lobby. He's covered in blood, both from dealing with some of the monsters out there, but also from ...having Salt's body flop on him out there after he ran him through.]

[He sees her, thinking maybe he can sneak around her- but she turns to look at him anyway even though-]

[oh.]

[lovelyredthread]

[ He was just coming up to her to ask what she was pacing about for when she. Looked over at him.

He blinks, surprised. But whatever he thought or felt past that is packed neatly behind that little smile of his. He lifts his hands to sign like nothing happened. ]

Is something wrong Miss Lily?

[argentry]

[Elder Faerie is up and moving by now, though worried about where everyone is. he's seen people come and go from the inn, and Silent Salt and White Lily both went missing without saying much.

but once she has returned to the inn, Puck senses her and rushes out of his master's room to greet her]

Where are you going, little one?

[he pauses on the stairs when he sees Puck jump up, pawing at Lily's shoes. ah, he feels... nervous, like he wants to know what happened to her, but doesn't, all the same]

White Lily Cookie.