Cotton candy x Roguefort
anon are you in luck because ive come out of my hiatus to show you my roguecotton fics ive never posted.
She taps her pen on the side of her chin. Her legs sway back and forth as she writes and erases every word on her paper.
“To the sugar sweet cookie who caught my eye…”
Her voice is soft, barely able to be heard by those around her. Their chatter and slurping and laughs overpower the cookie’s words. Not that she minds. Her words are not for them, anyhow.
“To the dearest one of all…”
She clicks her tongue and throws her head in her hands. “No, no! This isn’t right at all!”
She crumples the letter and throws it towards the trashcan, where other letters decorate it. Those around her don’t acknowledge the action, save one, who raises an eyebrow.
She averts her eyes and groans a little more quietly. Why couldn’t writing something be easy for once?
She huffs, taking a new piece of paper from her bag.
“Your eyes are as bright as candy… Ugh!”
“Excuse me, but are you alright?”
She blinks.
In front of her is a cookie, looking at her with what she can only describe as both bemusement and concern.
“You seemed to have been rather… preoccupied since I entered.” They give a small chuckle, sipping their drink. “Is something the matter?”
“Oh, no! I’m,” she stammers, “I’m alright! I’m… I’m just writing.”
“Oh?” The cookie peers over her shoulder. “Is it a letter?”
She nods, clutching the letter close to her chest. “It’s for a cookie I can’t contact, but…”
They take a seat beside her. “You still write anyways?”
She nods, letting out a sigh. “It was love at first sight… I can’t help but think about them no matter what!”
They raise an eyebrow. “What is their name?”
“Ah…” She taps the side of her head. “I think it was Roguefort Cookie?”
Their smile seems to stiffen. “Them, hm?”
“They’re quite the charmer,” she sighs. “If you saw them, you’d know why!”
“I don’t see exactly what the fuss is,” they smile, leaning back on their chair. “They’re rather glamorous, certainly, but it isn’t quite too much to think about them often? You may never see them again.”
“It’s been a tough week trying to find them,” she admits, toying with the paper. “But their charming voice… The way they move… Ah! It’s just too much!”
“You’re quite set on finding them, hm?”
“I can’t find them if they don’t want to be found.” She leans back on her chair, looking at all her letters. “But I really, really want to tell them how amazing they are…”
“I’m sure they know,” the cookie grins.
“They should! Ah, their figure dancing in the moonlight… The day I met them was amazing,” she giggles. “If only you had seen them.”
The cookie smiles at her, eyeing the paper. “You aren’t easily detered, hm?”
She shrugs, glancing away. “It’s not that I’m not upset with them for giving me a fake address, but… there’s something about them.”
“The elusivity, the secrets…” She sighs. “Doesn’t that make anyone want to learn more about a cookie?”
The cookie sips their drink. “What if they aren’t who you thought they were?”
“That’s on me,” she says. “But that doesn’t matter… I want to know whoever they really are!”
“After all, when you really, really know someone… That’s when you fall in love again.” She turns to the cookie with a smile. “And I’m ready to do just that!”
The cookie coughs, nearly sputtering out their drink.
“Ah!” She gasps, taking their drink from their hand. “Are you alright? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you spit it out…”
“No, no, I’m… quite alright.” They cough, wiping their mouth with tissue. “Your words, well… took me by surprise.”
“Ah… Is it that strange?” she frets.
“Not by much,” they shrug. “It’s not something I hear very often, is all.”
She tilts her head. “Is that… good? I can’t tell.”
They smile. “Perhaps. My drink, my dear?”
She murmurs apologies as she hands over the cup. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking…”
“No need to apologize,” they giggle. “It was nice meeting you.”
“Same to you, ah…” She fumbles with her paper. “I’m not sure if you told me your name.”
The cookie’s eyes widen. “Ah, my mistake! My name is Roquefort Cookie. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Ah, I’m Cotton Candy…” She smiles. “Will I see you around?”
“Only time will tell.” They pick up their drink, and bow with a smile. “Until next time.”
They leave, dripping their drink as they walk. Cotton Candy stares at the empty space they once were and sits.
“To the dearest cookie I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing…”
The words come and flow more freely, now. She hums, thinking of bright eyes and a warm presence beside her.
