[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.]
some time after the divine library
[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.]