(from the inbox call! wasnāt sure which i wanted to do, so sending two of these if you want to do one or the other! this one being for licorice)
ā...You are injured.ā It came out more as a statement of fact than anything else, his expression stern and his violet eyes as piercing as ever. Trust was not something that remotely existed between them, and neither of them would imply as much. But his desire to make amends would mean little if Licorice crumbled. After a moment, he sighed, quietly. āI am not a healer, but I am familiar with survival. I know enough to assist you.ā And before any inevitable defiance could come, he added, "Should you leave it untreated, it will only worsen.ā
(What about both? I want to do both!)
Loss and injury were no strangers to Licorice. In fact, the necromancer knew them quite intimately.
But, why did it have to be NOW? Why in front of HIM? It was bad enough that he sat upon his throne of lies for eons, looking down on him and his miserable life with those, cold, unfeeling eyecings and now, here he was again in some sickening sense of deja vu doing the same.
His arm was wrapped around his stomach, where strawberry jam leaked through, staining his dark, tattered robes and leaking through to stain the very dough of his wrist and hand. The dough beneath his robes was cracked wide-open, and he knew if he didn't get help soon, he was as good as crumbled.
What good would he be to anyone, then?
Licorice cracked a toothy smirk, jam running down both sides of his mouth as he let out a raspy, bitter laugh, crackled by the jam that welled up in his throat.
"You really are a piece of work. Are you telling me you'd rather rather keep me alive to torment you?" Surely, he knew what that meant for his situation with Dark Enchantress.
Wasn't this contradictory to his goals?
Did...Did he really mean what he said back then? About wanting to make amends? Those words tunneled deep within him, and nestled within his dough, staying there to marinate. Words he often thought about, words that haunted him every now and again.
But here they were - in a prime opportunity for Dark Cacao to shove his blade straight through him in a final killing blow, to defeat one of Dark Enchantress' minions - her generals, in many senses...but he again offered the same olive branch Licorice denied once before.
But...why?
After everything...why?
"Regardless, I'm not stupid enough to reject your offer. Even I know I couldn't even make it back in this state." Bitter defeat in the form of the taste of his own jam. "This by no means is me saying I want that olive branch. Just so you're aware."