Lily Flower

Misc: My Love

The goal of this chapter is to make at least one person cry. I sit with my mug labeled 'reader's tears'. I wait. >:)

Inspirations of this chapter are Charlotte Gilman, Mitski, and the Bible. I pulled out all the metaphorical full stops for my silly little cookie fanfiction.

There's also gonna be a short epilogue lolll.

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On the day of reckoning, Pure Vanilla entered the throne room alone.

The Dark Enchantress raised an eyebrow. He had sought her out every day, so she had expected a meeting, but this time the air about him was starkly different. He appeared nervous and fidgety, and this irregularity caused the Dark Enchantress to take notice. She leaned over from her position on the steps. "Pure Vanilla, what has you so distressed? Finally given up on convincing me to spare myself from indulging in any more delicacies?"

She wasn't going to sample him now, and not for a while. The image of his prone body in her arms was still too fresh. But she had to stress that nothing had changed- just because she was controlling herself didn't mean she had sworn off sin forever.

The Dark Enchantress reached out to him. Pure Vanilla shuffled back, not wanting to be picked up. Fair enough, she supposed. She retracted the offer. He'll learn to let her do as she wishes. Nothing withstood the test of time, not even fear.

Unfortunately, Pure Vanilla seemed to be experiencing quite a lot of fear. He had previously displayed desperation in their meetings, so she wasn't positive about what elicited this reaction. He didn't angle his face at her like he had learned to do as a child. He trembled nervously, hands closed together like a praying man. "I'm here with a...development that you may want to know."

"Speak."

"It may be a result of my actions or my mindset-" he stuttered "I'm not quite certain why, actually. I assume that it is because I no longer fulfill the criteria of a hero or a beacon of truth. And as for the importance of this fact...My soul jam no longer finds me a suitable candidate. It has shattered."

It took a moment before the Dark Enchantress registered his words. His soul jam had shattered? That was possible? He was supposed to spend eternity with her; that was the basis of her closest friendships, of their shared suffering. What sort of cruel force would seek to drive him away the moment she had finally secured him? There were so few immortals and none could compare to her Pure Vanilla...

He brought his fist to his chest. The faint sound of clinking emanated from the movement. "I-I must go." The healer pivoted on his feet and hurried out, desperate to be finished with this conversation.

"H-hey, wait- Pure Vanilla! I didn't dismiss you!" she yelled. The sorceress received no reply. She cursed and got up.

...

Several days prior...

"We need her to be in her condensed form. I was only able to sense the soul jam while she was cookie-sized so I know my magic will fail to permeate fully otherwise."

"We could bet on chance," Pomegranate suggested. "The Dark Enchantress isn't very mobile while large- it's a hassle. We could simply wait until she needs to go somewhere before making a move."

"I would prefer if we can incite her to shift. It would also come with the bonus of unbalancing her and increase our chances of successfully switching." He tilted his head. "Pomegranate, could you give me an example of your illusion prowess?"

Pomegranate crafted an illusion of Pure Vanilla over herself. She smirked and posed in a deliberately provocative stance.

"...It will suffice." The healer sounded exhausted by her antics.