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some time after the divine library

[personal profile] jesterlies 2025-05-22 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] jesterlies 2025-05-22 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[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?]
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[personal profile] jesterlies 2025-05-22 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] jesterlies 2025-05-23 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]

It's you. You heard me, after all.... I'm glad.
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[personal profile] jesterlies 2025-05-23 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
Of course, hehe.

[Slowly, he begins to pull himself up, so he can sit, but the way he holds himself is very cautious. Her healing has mended the cracks a little, but there seems to be more to them. Perhaps something more metaphorical in nature.]

You ...are the Light of Freedom, keeper of the Silver Tree. I am Knowledge, and there is little that escapes my sight, you know. Ah, but ...it has been much harder to "see" lately. I have ...felt very tired.

[His expression is wry, as he threads his fingers through his hair, brushing it back behind his shoulder.]

I fear I've been asleep for some time, and only now had the strength to reach out. Thank you.
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[personal profile] jesterlies 2025-05-23 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah, thank you. He folds his hands in his lap. What lay beneath him were ...swathes of more milkcrown.]

To a degree. He and I are ...one in the same, though he denies it. His sorrow is mine, as is his joy, his anger. However, I am not as all Knowing as I once was.

I ...am but a remnant, a missing piece.
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[personal profile] jesterlies 2025-05-24 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah, yes that is true, isn't it? My dear, how many pieces have you been split into...?]

[He takes his free hand and sets it on top.]


You needn't apologize. If anything, I would like to thank you.
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[personal profile] jesterlies 2025-05-24 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
[He hums.]

Not just for that. Ah, these cracks in my dough ...what do you think they might be?

[Uh oh, is this suddenly a little pop quiz? From the First Headmaster?]
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[personal profile] jesterlies 2025-05-24 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
That's a very good guess, but you're off just a little.

[He sits up straight, the best he can in his state, so that he can speak like he would when giving a lecture of some kind.]

I once explained to another that Death is not absolute, but rather, is the onset of transformation and change. I may "die" soon, but it is a happy thing. It means things have begun to change.
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[personal profile] jesterlies 2025-05-24 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
He and I will become one, and I will finally leave this tower.

[His hand gently squeezes back.]

I was worried ...that I might not have ever woken back up. We felt a loss so great, I fell into a deep slumber, a darkness swallowed me, but I called out and you answered. Thank you.
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[personal profile] jesterlies 2025-05-24 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
To have met you both is ...more than I could have ever hoped for. I am sorry for the way fate has torn us asunder.

[He lifts their hands to give hers a gentle little kiss.]

I look forward to the day we can see each other on the other side.
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[personal profile] jesterlies 2025-05-24 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, my dear ...The guilt I carry has brought ruin to civilizations.

[But maybe that's something else they have in common.]

[Before he can say anything else, she is leaning forward and- oh! That ...such a soft gesture. He looks gobsmacked for a moment, truly caught off guard, but then his cheeks flush and he has to avert his eyes for a moment. Goodness. Spin his stardust hair around his fingers.]


I- W-well! This is ...but a dream. It will fade in time. Would you like to help me water the flowers until then? The Milkcrown have ...have really gotten out of hand...
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[personal profile] jesterlies 2025-05-31 08:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah, he settles down a little. The Fount of Knowledge was not flustered, he is an illustrious professional! He braids his hair a bit out of nerves, or perhaps excitement? Before he is looking for the edge of a table to try and pull himself to his feet with.]

There is a watering can ...ah.

[He must have dropped it at some point, its over on the ground some distance away. There's still a bit of water left in it, though.]

...I seem to have made a mess before falling asleep. Forgive me.

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