pls lemme write oneshots with coo🅱️ies

•*°*• 30. Angst(?) •*°*•

Requested by : BlazyBoi

LicoPome... catch me being a big ass Licorice enthusiast.
Also, questionably angst because,,, it talks about heavy topics, but it ends good in the end ? So I'm just glad, sjsnidjwkskw. Alright. May you enjoy, now.

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Night time was already setting itself upon the Palace. By one of the many balconies decorating it, there stood the young, grim looking cookie boy, leaned against the wall. He watched over the dark skies covering the top of his head. He then glanced upon the blade of his scythe, sliding his finger on the smooth surface. He marked a pause to breathe in. The wind blew softly against his face. The young grim reaper didn’t seem to notice the figure standing next to him, though : this figure was the one of a graceful lady, entirely dressed in red. She looked at him with those piercing, ruby red eyes. He knew Pomegranate, his Master's adopted child, came to the place. Despite him not looking back, he started to speak up before she ever did :

“I know what you must be thinking. I’m a down-right fool, incapable of producing the simplest spell anymore, and good for waste.”

“... This is not what I intended to speak about,” she replied back, before he finally got to eye her. “It is true, you are getting weaker, but most of all… are you doing alright ?”

To her response, his eyebrow rose. He turned his head away.

“Yes, I’m alright,” he lied.

“Licorice. I know exactly what you are hiding… you’re scared, don’t you ?” to her words, Licorice looked back at her, curious about her saying. “You’re scared of what Master can think of you. You’re scared of what I can think of you. So, you are only getting yourself weaker, covering it with lies. Lies about your spells. Lies about yourself."

"That… that's not true !" Licorice stuttered.

"Again, you are lying. You are trying to make me feel like there is nothing happening, you are veiling me with lies, hiding me from the truth of your own lie you are making to yourself. You think lower of what you are really capable of. While I know… you are able to do more than what I just witness. All you need to do… is stop lying to yourself."

"THAT'S ENOUGH !"

Licorice hissed, now summoning a minion with his scythe. Pomegranate only stepped back, and captured him with a swift gesture of his mirror. The grim cookie sighed, falling on his knees. He fell to his knees.

"I… I forbid you to speak to me that way, lady…" the young man panted.

"I see now… you're restricting your own attacks, because of the boundaries you've put yourself. Because you've lost so much belief, so much of your trust of yourself, you skipped the maximum limits of your own body, and weakened yourself."

"That… that's not true," he looked sideways. "I only stopped, because Master would have killed me otherwise," he sighed, as he heard Pomegranate walking to him. She kneeled down in front of him.

"Licorice… when did it start ?" silence. "That hatred for your own self… how did it start ? And when ?"

"Tch. May I say, this is none of your business ?" he snickered sinisterly.

"May I say, I do care about it ?"

"H-Ha !! You only say that to dump me into one of your traps again ! But I warn you, sissy," he finally stood up, "that I will not fall, this time."

"Oh, but you must believe me, Licorice… I do want to change a thing about it. About that thing that bothers you. So, I'm going to ask you again… when did all of this happen ?"

"... Do you promise to listen to me ?"

"I promise to listen to you. We are not partners in crime for anything, now are we ?"

"I-It's been such a short time, and yet... you already offer that kind of help to me..." he muttered to himself, before he answered her :
'T-Thank… thank you, Pomegranate. I guess… I will now let you know, everything there is to know about it… about me," he then looked at the dark sky, a last time. "The stars are pretty, tonight…"

"Indeed, they are…" Pomegranate agreed.

"Here. let's go back inside. I wouldn't like anyone to hear us."

Licorice held her by the hand, then dragged her back in his room. He turned around to close the windows giving to his balcony, then locked them. Finally, he closed the curtains.

~ The end ~