The Cookie of Truth?

Timekeeper said nothing, still studying the tree branches in thought. Why should she grant another request? It was already precarious, entertaining his previous question. The balance was threatened enough with this knowledge, with the acknowledgement that Time itself had bent a rule by giving away information of future events.

They grinned this time, razor sharp as they hopped onto their sonic embroider to lounge in the air lazily.

[ Cont. ]

“Oh, perfect! I was gettin’ sooooo BORED.”

Before he could even finish ‘me’, Eve had already snapped her fingers. All of the pent up magic erupted in a dreamy haze speckled with moons and stars — and now, Black Sapphire was a lavender colored sheep.

“Ooooo, look at yooooou ~ ! Lil’ bah bahs ~ ! BlAAAAHck Sapphire ~ !”

Emphasis on the ‘baa’ in ‘black’.

Really? A sheep? He was so bat-coded though! Though he supposed it did fit her own aesthetic. Fine.

He was mostly as described, a lavender wooded sheep but the wool around his chest was missing, instead there was a purplish black crystalline “scar” there instead.

He stomped a little hoof and huffed in annoyance, before giving her a gentle headbutt, “Baaah.”

The little hoof stomp and bleat had her squealing in delight, promptly scooping him up like a cat and holding him out at arm’s length.

“N’AWWWW, BAH BAH BLACK SHEEP ~ ! You’re mine now, you’re comin’ with me. I’m gonna dress you up in the frilliest of dresses and put makeup on you and make you the prettiest pink princess ~ !”

Oh no, she’s already making her way back to the spire.

He was about to absorb her magic but paused. Was this really any worse than Candy Apple’s mischief?

This was an opportunity to learn something about her. That was the point of playing along in the first place, after all.

@running2revelation

@running2revelation

Those words made him stop dead in his tracks. Someone...cared about him? Someone outside of Brute. However, this felt different. He could feel his heart beating in his chest with such force that he thought it might break through his dough and land on the floor before him. Licorice flushed, and he felt his thoughts run a million miles an hour. Those words, bouncing around in the confines of his mind. They repeated themselves, like a skipping CD as he tried to really let them sink in. "Y-You do?" The words escaped his lips in nearly a whisper. He paused before speaking again.

They were dangerous failures. The mold, the pain they felt made them burdens. Shoddy tools at best. If anyone else offered care, it was a trick.

But Mold Dough had gotten to know Licorice. To understand the necromancer, that he’d been told similar things. That he’d been lied to.

@running2revelation

Send "I care about you." For my muses reaction! / @running2revelation , Sage of Truth

He doesn’t – want. The Sage to care. He knows that it’s there. What they have is real, genuine. It’s not fake and it’s not a twisted dream that will drop some horrible reality on him. Truthless Recluse has spent too many nights watching the Sage of Truth sleep before it claims him to know this as true. Even now, as his other half gently helps him pick up the broken glass from the floor, the Beast of Deceit wonders why. There’s an acrid statement on his tongue to push him away –

   and all Truthless Recluse does is swallow it, and let him help.

“Sorry,” he said instead; mindful of the shards. “Thank you.” another pause, as the Beast of Deceit then vanished the glass and took hold of the Sage of Truth’s hands, gently healing any nicks. “Be careful with glass. It can scar the dough if you’re not careful.”

If he’d been thinking, he could have used magic to sweep up the glass. But it was early… or was it late? Either way, he gathered it by hand, placing it in a bundle of newspaper… Only to have the Recluse vanish it elsewhere.

He was not sure if the Recluse would reply at all but was pleasantly surprised when he did, taking his hands and checking for little nicks from picking up the shards.

Isn’t he such a cutieeee

This took so long but #worth it

Spot the difference challenge [IMPOSSIBLE 😱😱😱😱]

Hearing their reply, he sighed. He was sighing a lot these days, “I already suspect the answer is not the one I’d like to hear.”

But did he need to know?

Alright, then.

Timekeeper’s attention went to the silent tree behind him, looking at the branches. Following the shapes and how they marked each, individual Virtue, Beast. They were stained by history now, they remembered.

“There is no timeline where you meet again. Not in a way that doesn’t drastically change everything for the worse” they said finally, delivering the truth bluntly and with a smile; empty as it was. “There is no ‘happy ending’, though there is a time when you meet his successor. Try to not put too much on her shoulders.”

She then put her hand to her chin in thought, despite the quiet huff from the child in her lap. "We should visit the lands of the other virtues, though picking who to visit first is beyond me. I am still so out of the loop when it comes to worldly events." Being sealed in a cocoon for who knows how long will do that to you.

“On the topic of the other Virtues… I… have not heard from anyone. It’s been… quiet on all fronts,” Sage put his hand to his chin in thought.

[ Cont. ]

“Oh, perfect! I was gettin’ sooooo BORED.”

Before he could even finish ‘me’, Eve had already snapped her fingers. All of the pent up magic erupted in a dreamy haze speckled with moons and stars — and now, Black Sapphire was a lavender colored sheep.

“Ooooo, look at yooooou ~ ! Lil’ bah bahs ~ ! BlAAAAHck Sapphire ~ !”

Emphasis on the ‘baa’ in ‘black’.

Really? A sheep? He was so bat-coded though! Though he supposed it did fit her own aesthetic. Fine.

He was mostly as described, a lavender wooded sheep but the wool around his chest was missing, instead there was a purplish black crystalline “scar” there instead.

He stomped a little hoof and huffed in annoyance, before giving her a gentle headbutt, “Baaah.”

sorry for not posting for a while. i say to my -1 fans.