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hi, hi!! could you do prompt 8 with silver? with feminine pronouns, please 🥺
here!! btw, i had a lot of fun writing it. i hope y’all like It and thank you. <3
If I could only tell her that I love her in my mind | Silver Vanrouge.
warnings: it’s not exactly angst (maybe a little at the end), but I highly recommend reading it while listening to “love in my mind” by Brynn Cartelli because i was listening to that song when I wrote it. I really hope you enjoy it. also, english isn’t my first language and i’ve had to go through the translator and dictionary a few times to check, so apologies in advance for grammatical errors. good read!!
That day was a normal day. Or at least it should be. Because Silver could sense something different about himself. He'd never been an expressive boy— he couldn't even imagine how delicate her expression was by the distance. But the point is, he was rambling. And curiously, it wasn’t just another nap. He was distracted, off his post as Malleus's bodyguard, and would probably either charge himself or Sebek would argue and tell him to be more responsible. In fact, Sebek wouldn’t be wrong this time. However, the truth was that he couldn't really care at that moment.
Silver was more distracted than usual. His naps were becoming more and more frequent and followed the same line, where he dreamt of warm conversations with someone. With her. Silver didn’t know exactly when it started, or if it was just a dream in his head. However, it was all too real. The warm feeling was keeping him awake for the time being. The point was that, for some reason, the feeling never really went away. So much so that, feeling his body tremble with a new sensation, he had asked Lilia about it. The answer was unexpected, but Lilia seemed to have more than appreciated it. His lips curved into a mischievous smile.
“Fufufu~, So you mean you're in love? well they said children grow up too fast. I'm getting old”, Lilia said with a signature mischievous smile, a smile that was nonetheless extremely genuine.
Then, after thinking seriously about what his father had said, he came to the conclusion that he really was in love. In fact, it was true love. However, was it all right if he loved her in his mind and in his heart? If he kept quiet about it? Silver had always been someone who didn't exactly know how to show emotions in the right way, or he simply couldn’t even show emotions as he should. Because love was something that didn’t necessarily need to be shown out loud. Still, every time his gaze met hers, he found himself wondering if he should say it out loud at least once. Whether he should risk it.
Ah, but for God’s sake, how would Silver say it looking her in the eye? He had never doubted when Lilia said that love was more than a warm feeling in the chest, but that it was a strong feeling that left you completely vulnerable. Silver had always felt vulnerable in one way or another, but now it was different. It was as if she knew all his thoughts from a single glance, and yet she didn’t even know his name.
Or, she did. And that was it. It hurt lightly, and Silver could only look at her with loving and warm eyes, like true love. Ah, if only one day he could tell her. That she had a twinkle in her eye when she walked cheerfully with Grim at the NRC, that her care for Grim and his students was not imperceptible. Love, perhaps, was in the eyes.
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“No casualties have been reported thus far, but my sources mention a few injured,” Black Raisin leaps over a fallen crate, Pure Vanilla hot on her trail with Blueberry held firmly within their grasp.
“They are destructive,” she continues, “Most of the East side of camp is destroyed. Our men are fending them off the best they can, but it doesn’t look good… Dark Cacao issued a retreat. The airships are being-“
“Please, my friend. Say no more. Take me to where I’m needed most,” Pure Vanilla holds Blueberry tighter while their face turns solemn. It’s uncanny, the change from golden retriever to serious leader.
Blueberry shakes their head. No, please say more!
Beast? Does she mean one of their siblings? How close is the “east side of the forest” from here? Who is it? “Destructive” isn’t all that descriptive!
It’s a blur as the trio moves through camp. Soldiers rush past them, some carrying supplies while others brandish weapons. Blueberry is torn between hiding behind Pure Vanilla’s arm or looking around in hopes of gathering more intel.
They settle for peaking their eyes just above where Pure Vanilla’s arm is holding them close, hiding the rest of their body away.
The whole place is a rush of motion. Cookies running around left and right. It’s completely different from the earlier tense, yet peaceful atmosphere the camp held. It’s like the tension finally snapped, the pressure being too great.
A foreboding emotion takes root within Blueberry’s gut. Even though they know it’s their siblings causing such sparks, they feel as if something bad is about to happen…
A sound catches their attention. Their ears perk up. Off in the distance, they can hear yelling and… a fizzing noise?
Suddenly, their eyes widen while their head snaps to the sky. They catch a glimpse of red-hot particles sparking to life. Blueberry recognizes that magic signature!
Not even a second later, the massive blue expanse erupts in tones of red and orange. Explosives like fireworks fight in a dazzling array above them.
A harsh wind is blasted their way from the powerful bombs, knocking over a few tents in its wake. Chaos soon follows, and cookies go flying. Orders are given and hastily followed through.
Pure Vanilla staggers, nearly dropping Blueberry before their hold tightens. They turn around- Or, no, he turns around and the sky is bathed in a blazing inferno: Spice!
Yes! Their brother is safe. He’s free and he’s coming! And-
Pure Vanilla’s face falls, eyes opening in shock. Black Raisin looks no better. The two glance at each other and nod. Black Raisin runs off towards the flames while Pure Vanilla continues on their original trek…
Blueberry doesn’t understand what’s so surprising. They were headed towards Spice, weren't they? But no, the explosion came from the west; they were headed down a different path, which means-
They weren’t expecting Spice, were they?
Then, who was Pure Vanilla taking them to?
The golden cookie weaves his way through camp, further from the battleground behind them. Fewer and fewer cookies are present the further they go, most running to the fiery inferno. The temperature stagnates, moisture evaporating.
It’s unnerving.
The saturation of the forest fades away. Greens and browns mull to black while purples and whites shift to gray. The air becomes static. White dust floats by gently-
Blueberry’s nose twitches, and they sneeze. It surprises them. Is that flour?
Strings of white light like spider’s silk decorate the camp. Webs are everywhere as far as the eye can see. Plants, tents, supplies, you name it, all are covered in a thin layer of flour: Mystic!
It’s a pensive maneuver. Spice on one side, Mystic on the other.
Joy floods Blueberry’s mind. Two out of four siblings are safe, and soon Blueberry will be able to see them again! Just a few more steps and-
Pure Vanilla hesitates. He glances down at Blueberry and chews his lip… Blueberry doesn’t like that look.
“Excuse me,” Pure Vanilla turns and flags down a pair of soldiers. Armor of black, gray, and white adorns their bodies with silver highlights and… sugar glass wings…
NO!
“Please, I know the situation is dire, but could I spare a moment of your time. Could you take this little one to safety for me? I wouldn’t be able to bear it if they got hurt,” Pure Vanilla- NO, the traitor pleads.
The two fairy soldiers bow, remaining silent, and grab Blueberry-
And suddenly they are back there-
A root snags Blueberry’s foot as they are roughly shoved forward. They stumbled into Salt, and the chains around their wrists rattled. A whimper leaves Blueberry’s lips... Salt slows his pace.
The soldiers- fairy soldiers- pull on Salt’s chains in retaliation, separating the two. Blueberry’s ears droop, and they continue walking at a faster speed despite their legs screaming at them to stop.
It doesn’t take long before the group reaches their goal: a silver tree.
Cells made of wood and metal are blended seamlessly. Three of the cells are glowing a faint white hue, magic holding the entrapments together.
Blueberry doesn’t want to think about who lies beyond the bars. For the first time in their life, they want to live in ignorance.
Salt is dragged away, and Blueberry watches, frozen, as he is thrown into an empty cell.
Magic encases him, sealing him away, and Blueberry is left alone.
They close their eyes and await their fate, dreading the isolation and coldness before they even step inside their prison-
Blueberry is thrown back to the present as cold, ice-like hands hold them tight. Their eyes widen and ears twitch.
Words are exchanged, but Blueberry can’t hear them. Their breath picks up.
Wind blows by as they are carried off. They go limp, frozen.
The scenery changes, colors rush by. Blueberry can’t breathe!
A single word is repeated, stuck in their head like a prayer: no, no, no, no, NO-
Suddenly, the world shifts as Blueberry’s captures are flung to the side. A high-pitched neigh rings out, the sound of hooves hitting ground following soon after. Through tear-ridden eyes, Blueberry looks up and locks eyes with a wispy stallion.
Salt’s horse? How did he even? It’s been less than a day! How did he get his horse???
Before they can ponder any further, Blueberry is crushed to the fairy soldier’s plate of armor. The silver guards are back on their feet and glaring daggers at their brother, sitting atop his trusty steed.
The dark knight raises his sword while his eyes flash with ominous purple flames. Whips of smoke emit from his helmet as he speaks, “Release them.”
All sound dies out at his brother’s request. The two fairy soldiers glance at each other before leaping into action.
The soldier not holding Blueberry rushes in, aiming lower, and engages in combat. Salt charges forward, and the two clash swords.
Blows are exchanged, and within the madness, the soldier holding Blueberry takes the opportunity to run. It snaps Blueberry out of whatever spell had befallen them.
No, Salt’s right there! They won’t go down like this! They bite and wiggle and fight as hard as they can, but no matter what they do, they can’t get free! The fairy’s hold is too firm.
It doesn’t stop Blueberry from trying, however.
Their efforts increase the further they get from their brother. They squeak out in protest and paw at the fairy’s arm, but the silver guard doesn’t budge.
Their footfalls carry them far, and soon Salt is no more than a speck on the horizon. Blueberry’s hope slowly fades the farther they get-
-but then a body goes flying.
The fairy from before is sling-shot past the duo. A loud whinny sounds from behind them. Salt’s horse is galloping at full speed.
Blueberry can taste the fear pouring off the silver fairy holding them. They increase their speed, but Salt catches up easily. He swings his sword, but misses by a hair as the fairy dodges.
They both break apart: Salt rains his horse in while the fairy catches their footing.
The silver guard glances at their friend. They don’t get back up, although Blueberry can see their chest rising. They are alive, but the fairy doesn’t take their injured state well.
A sort of stalemate is met with neither party making a move; however, it only takes a split second, and the tides of battle shift.
Suddenly, the fairy whirls back and flexes its wings. They jump over a fallen tent and leap off a discarded crate. Their wings catch an air current, and they take to the skies.
Blueberry holds on, scrambling for dear life. The ground gets farther and farther away as they soar into the sky. The fairy expertly dodges branches and birds alike.
Salt rampages down below them, following close behind. Blueberry lets out a fearful chirp (embarrassingly enough), and they hear Salt race faster, but the silver guard is quicker airborne than when they were on land.
…That is, until a pink mass rams into them, feathers framing the forceful embrace. Blueberry is smushed in the crossfire. Pain races up their front paw, where it gets stuck in between the two figures. They squeak in alarm and turn their head.
Massive wings curl around the two fae, circling them. A laugh rings out, the sound sweet yet manic. Blueberry knows that sound. They smile.
“Hi, darling! Hope you don’t mind if I cut in!” Sugar chips, lips curling into a sharp smile. Her fangs poke out, glinting off the sunlight.
Blueberry has never been so happy to see their twin.
The silver guard grunts and grabs Sugar’s head, trying to peel her off. Their sister’s eyes turn murderous, “Don’t touch my hair.”
She reels back her arm, allowing Blueberry some breathing room, before retracing her claws.
She swings!
Her talons go right through the fairy’s wings, ripping two massive holes in the delicate structure and suddenly-
They.
Are.
Falling!
The wind becomes a whistle, cutting into Blueberry’s face as they are smushed up against the fairy’s chest once more. The fairy flounders in the air, failing to reclaim control, as the two plummet toward the ground.
Sugar laughs like Blueberry isn’t about to be flattened to death! If they had their magic, they would be fine, but they don’t, and they don’t know if Sugar knows that-
Trees zip by their head, the fairy holding them taking the brunt of the fall, while branches crack with the added weight. Leaves and twigs intertwine, creating a mesh of coverage blocking out the sun.
Blueberry panics!
The ground! The ground is coming closer!
A hand shoots out and grabs the fairy by their neck, just inches from the fatal fall. Salt sits triumphantly as he holds the fairy atop his horse like a trophy; however, the rough motion throws Blueberry from the fairy’s arms.
They bounce once and hit the ground, front paw screaming out in pain. Eh, ow. Their head is spinning, but at least they're free now. Yay…
Blueberry braces themself and pushes off the ground, but their paw throbs. It might be sprained... Nothing Mystic can’t fix, although that doesn’t mean they won’t be giving Sugar an earful!
They huff as they turn back to Salt and thump their leg in irritation. Salt does not get the memo and glows with delight… Just wait, Blueberry will have their revenge! Wouldn’t his armor just look stunning covered in glitter?
Sugar busts from the trees, smiling wide. Her hair is tousled and her makeup is smudged, but she is beaming! “Wasn’t that just a rush! I forgot how good flying felt,” She sings.
Her wings puff with excitement, and Salt nods his head. He raises the fairy high in the air, and they both laugh: Sugar cackling while Salt huffs.
Stars gather in Blueberry eyes, their fur ruffles. Seeing their siblings like this, all happy and whole, makes them yearn for the future.
They want to cuddle with Mystic. They want to debate with Salt. They want to dress up with Sugar. They want to spar with Spice.
And now, they can! It only took a millennium, but the siblings can finally move on with their lives!
…Maybe everything will be alright after all.
Blueberry takes a step forward, the action feeling more than just a physical movement, and smiles.
They’re buzzing with excitement. In fact, the whole forest is rumbling in anticipation-
Wait, no. That’s not the forest, the- the ground is… shaking?
Vines burst from the floor, thorns traveling down their expanses. They wiggle and twitch before thrusting towards Blueberry’s siblings.
The duo is taken by surprise.
Sugar swings her claws and cuts down each vine that comes her way. She twists in the air, dodging the best she can, but her back is exposed, and she is ensnared. The vines entrap her, although not for long. She flexes her muscles, and the vines snap away.
Salt stands his ground as well. He slashes with his sword, somehow not letting go of the fairy he is holding, while his horse crushes the vines with their hooves. His movements are sharp and precise, a well-balanced dance between blocking and attacking.
The two make an excellent team, quickly taking down any adversary that comes their way.
However, Blueberry can see them tiring by the sweat glistening in the wind. Their siblings are not at their best, weakened from their imprisonment.
Blueberry calls forth their magic, but it fizzles out with a pop. Damn it! They haven’t recovered enough. Fine then, physical strength it is.
They stumble forward on shaky paws before jumping into the air-
Only to be grabbed the second they leave the ground!
Delicate hands snatch their ears, holding Blueberry like a piece of raw meat jelly. They wiggle and squirm-
A cold voice rings out behind them, “Release my guard or else.”
A beat, a pause, a moment of hesitation.
The forest quiets down at the demanding voice, yielding to its authority. Salt and Sugar are stunned. The vines halt their movement, but remain in the air as a silent threat.
No one moves.
A floral scent wafts by, and Blueberry can barely glimpse a long white braid from the corner of their eye.
It smells sweet, sweet like lilies.
Their breath catches as green spores surround this new cookie.
Green spores that should only bow to one cookie’s will, but this fairy certainly isn’t him.
Salt recovers the fastest. Blueberry can see it in the way he shifts his head. He acts indifferent to the feminine voice, playing coy.
Blueberry understands instantly.
They twitch their nose and wiggle their limbs, despite the pain it brings. The act isn’t perfect, but they hope it’s enough to fool the floral cookie grasping them.
Blueberry is just a normal bunny. They have no affiliation with the “Beasts.” The vest they are wearing was a gift. It’s a silly outfit their owner gave them. Don’t pay too close attention to the magic leaking off them! Blueberry is completely ordinary!
Let them go… please.
“I’m not telling you twice,” the floral cookie tightens her grip on Blueberry’s ears. A grimace crosses their face. They wiggle harder.
Salt doubles down.
The two cookies glare at each other in a silent standoff. Nobody moves. It’s deadly quiet.
“Fine then.”
Blueberry is jostled, waved around in the tight hold like a rag doll. The floral cookie snatches their front paw and yanks-
A viscous scream explodes in the air. Bones crack. Tears pour like raindrops. Their breathing becomes erratic. Their eyes shift from side to side, unfocused.
The pain takes over their senses. Their form ripples, shifting like static.
They’ve had worse. They’ve had worse. They’ve had worse. This is nothing. It’s just a broken leg. Blueberry is fine. This is fine. Everything is fine-
They push the pain away, lock it up tight in the recesses of the mind. Breathe. In and out. In and out. Their eyes glaze over.
…Blueberry whimpers.
Salt drops the fairy like it burned them. Their horse neighs in discomfort. Sugar’s face darkens. She looks murderous.
Blood drips down Blueberry’s front, staining their vest. They pay it no mind. Don’t think about it-
The fallen fairy joins their queen. They limp over, clutching their chest. Their wings flutter, their face grimaces.
Blueberry twitches their paw. It stings. It hurts. They can’t breathe. Don’t think about it-
Words are exchanged.
Blood rushes to Blueberry’s ears. Don’t think-
Threats are made.
Blueberry can’t breathe. Don’t think-
The trio moves back, away from their siblings.
Blueberry wants to cry. Don’t think-
They are passed over to the fairy guard. The floral cookie takes the lead. Trees obscured their vision.
Don’t think-
More voices invade their ears. They are passed from hand to metal. A ship, one like Blueberry has never seen before, makes it past the haze taking over their mind.
It doesn’t matter. They lost.
Blueberry closes their eyes and waits for the pain to subside… It never does.
