#truthless au

I haven't drawn anything (that isn't a sprite edit) in months, so I decided to try my hand at the lovely FountRecluse Family

Pure Vanilla would have patiently asked Black Sapphire to leave the parenting to him and The Fount.

He wasn’t Pure Vanilla.

Truthless Recluse wanted to bludgeon him to crumbs with his microphone.

“You’ve never been able to take ‘no’ for an answer. And now,” The Saint of Solidarity knew it was a lie, but he needed his fellow Virtue to go home empty handed, “Your other half is scared of you.”

“No…no, that’s not true.” The Fount of Knowledge shook his head.

“Why else would he seal himself away from you?” The Saint of Solidarity staggered to his feet and glared at him, “He is terrified of you.”

“Papa…I’m scared.” Pure Starberry whimpered. She hadn’t meant to make a fireball, she’d only meant to knock her father away from the barrier.

“It’s okay, don’t be scared.” Truthless Recluse had no idea how Pure Starberry had known this particular spell, nor how she’d managed to make such a big fireball, but they needed to dispel it now.

“I’ve got you.” He very carefully, and very slowly removed her hands from the staff. The less contact she had with the staff, the less power the fireball had, and it began to decrease in size and intensity.

“That’s it.” Truthless Recluse encouraged, “You’re doing great, sweetie.” He kept his voice even and calm.

“Here,” Truthless Recluse easily slipped back into his role as a papa bear and he knelt down to readjust Starlight Vanilla’s scarf so it wouldn't come undone the moment the boy took off running. “There, that's better.” Then he cupped his face and smothered him in kisses again.

“P-papa!” Starlight Vanilla giggled and squirmed in his arms.

“Me next!” Pure Starberry stood beside her brother and looked up at him expectantly.

Truthless Recluse smiled and let go of her brother. He turned and readjusted her scarf as well (and peppered her cheek with kisses, too), “There. Now I believe you’re both ready to go outside.”

He walked to the barrier, Pure Starberry rested her head on his shoulder, and he could tell from her labored breathing that she was still crying. When he reached the barrier, he readjusted his daughter in his arms and reached out with one shaky hand.

As soon as he touched the barrier, his intentions were clear and it disintegrated. The pair watched as the edges of the barrier burned and frayed, scattering into the wind like tiny embers and ash.

No sooner had the barrier disappeared did The Fount of Knowledge appear.

“I’m so glad you’ve finally come to see reason,” The Fount grinned. “Doll.” He tilted his head.