#implied purefount

"a-ah I've heard about that-

....

And I'm so sorry..! I didn't realise I was interrupting your conversation..! Please do go on- I can also return later, if you want to talk in private..! And you were concerned of being a bother when I was being one..! Cheese... I do apologise..!

I suppose they should get to know. But do it in your own and Lord Shadow Milk's own twmpo, Saint Pure Vanilla. There is no rush... Though I wouldn't be surprised if the other anons would scramble to go tell them... Anons do tend to be such impatient creatures... - Umbrella Anon

f: a-ah..

pv: well the conversation we were having was just completely random topics.. haha. First it was about the weather, then about books and libraries, sage's past as a teacher turns out he got bullied alot by the teenagers, we talked about children, birds, he told me some history facts, then medical stuff, then just before you came in we were talking about shadow milk cookie and he confessed something rather adorable to me too heh..

f: sir.. *flustered*

pv: well I find it cute.. you milk's sure have a type~ *chuckles*

She chuckles.

"Imagine you're recounting a fairytale for a student. Just with yourself and those dear to you as the main characters. Paint him an enchanting picture."

??? Voice

f: ..mhm.. *nods and readies himself*

Just.. imagine. A glorious ball room, dazzling lights that shine like the stars above, every geust dress to the nines in their best dress, you dressed in a long vanillian robe, crown shining away under the silver lights with a golden hue because of the white chocolate marble walls and wafer pillars.

And then boom. 3 of the earthbread's most charming cookies walk in, one dressed like the night sky, their hips sway as they walk, a complete strut and so utterly beautiful, all eyes turn to face them.. I'm being a bit..egotistical there...... haha..then in walls another cookie dressed like the earth's finest crystals, a gleaming blue sapphire in glamorous get up, and lastly, a mysterious yet charming cookie, with ruffled messy hair.

Eyes that tell a tale and a suit that steals hearts~.

All approach you, extending their hand for your hand in a dance~ an enchanting offer to be sure.

As dancers and lights sway around, in a dark moonlit night. Lit up by beauty.

Whose do you accept?

pv: *takes sage's hand*

She explains, trying to turn this whole doubt cage analogy on its head.

"Pure Vanilla has been through several wars. He's used to appear strong in order for others to stop worrying... He's using himself as a pillar, rather than being put on a pedestal. And we both know how lonely it can get up there..."

??? Voice

sage pauses,standing in the middle of a lone hallway, all that remains the setting sun shining on his face and the echo of an empty hallway.

f: ...n-now you're just making me feel worse..i couldn't ever hate him..

...but.. ugh.. I give up....

I just feel like I fucked up okay..

How am I meant to know I didn't.. *pacing frantically*

Maybe I'm just being doubtful and insecure but how am I meant to know if I'm truly right or wrong. Cookies. Lie. To other's protect feelings.. HA maybe you hate me too! Maybe YOU'RE lying...I'm annoying aren't i~... I'm just a good for nothing annoyingly broken insecure little FUCK. now aren't I!? AREN'T I.

haha.... ADMIT I-

pv: *gently place a hand on sages shoulder, was watching him from behind a corner wall*

f: *yelps and falls over*

pv: *helps sage up*

f: ...w-what do you want...?

pv: *hugs sage*

shh.. hey, it's okay.. I don't hate you.. I'm not lying, I care about you alot.. I'm sorry you're feeling so doubtful of the words of others..

I'm not sure why you're yelling at yourself in such a way, even those voices of yours can have feelings.. which I presume you're yelling at..

f: ....*starts crying because he feels guilty for being mean*....d-do you think i hate you...

pv: no.. no I don't haha.. you adore me, that's why you were so afraid to tell me.. you were very brave and I'm glad you did tell me..i wouldn't of had liked to be left in the dark..

f: does she hate me..

pv: the voice in your head right now?.. no, I doubt it.. unless she's a mean voice.. those don't like you, but I believe they're a reflection of yourself. If she likes you then there's a section of yourself that likes yourself still, despite how much it's clear you don't..

*rubs back* you and shadow milk cookie are just alike in that aspect..

f: why do you insist on comforting me.. don't you need it too..

pv: I'll be fine, if need be, I'll give you the recluse treatment.. heh.. <- take care of you until you get sleepy and have a much deserved nap