sweet nothing (G/t)

~part four~

"Siobhan, what in starlight are you doing!?"

I thought I did everything right to keep everyone out, but nope. She's freaking coming. I hear her getting closer and breaking through. Crap.

"Do you honestly think this trans-dimensional obstacle course is going to stop me?"

I got the cloaking down, though, if she's only just finding me. While I don't think that it'll trap her, it'll distract her for longer, and she's mad about that, too: my 'bigger on the inside' trick. But, I just need a little more time.

I'm so close. I'm almost done. It's all so close to being over. I'm sure of it.

I'm just so lucky I found this place secluded like this. I was looking for forever since that guy made those sweets earlier. That was nice, and so was he, even though it was kind of terrifying seeing him and the others excite themselves with relatively tiny, edible faces and figures. Not a good look. I didn't mean to leave him so dramatically, but it reminded me that I had this opportunity. I had full privacy and freedom unless some elf wanted to cause trouble with my people.

Now, I've really got myself trapped in a hole, literally by the looks of it.

Susu appears, like the goddess she is, through a rift in the field, shattering it like glass behind her, leaving solely the tiny space that's this one-room lodge. She levitates above, grazing the cookie ceiling slightly. Something about her seems off, more than just me being positive that she was wearing a dress and shoes earlier. But, all I should probably be focused on is the scowl on her face, illuminated by my own glow, and how to get rid of it.

"Have you lost your mind with this nonsense? Again!?" she growls at me. Ugh, this hurts her every time, doesn't it?

"I don't know, maybe?" I profess back, yelling over the eruptions flowing out of my hands. "It's better than doing nothing, isn't it?"

"Girl, you know damn well this isn't better!" she then argues. "Are you trying to make this more of a problem for everyone!?"

"How is this a problem?" Every time I drill the pros to her, she brushed them off like nothing. One day – hopefully, today – they'll stick. "Caelora and Lyllbelle will have no blood to fight over. You can go back to solely being the incarnation of the stars again. Nana and Papa won't have to take refuge elsewhere like us. They and my father get to come home to us and stay there. I—I get my family back, this fighting can end, we don't have to hide anymore, and everyone's happy. What's wrong with everyone getting what they want?"

Her face softens and she lowers to the crumby ground, making me feel like I have a chance at succeeding. That is until she darkens and stabs me in the heart. Again.

"You're not going to be getting anything when the Cosmos lays waste to you for this!" she barks back, practically spitting flames. No, really, I feel warm. Why do I feel warm? Isn't that the worst case when inside a baked good?

This isn't supposed to happen. Why is this happening?

"I love you," she continues, "and your tenacity and charming here put so much pride in my heart—" But? "—but you can't keep snatching the decomposition and trying to revive it, Siobhan! How are you going to explain this!?"

She juts out a hand toward where mine currently points, locked in place where they're breaking all the accepted rules for space-time and, admittedly, too many other laws to count. They currently wield a semi-permeable orb of light that itself encapsulates my magnum opus. After years of practice, trial-and-error, and working in secrecy, I finally stabilized the remains back to a form of a person. But, for the first time, it had curves, hair, and, most importantly, a face. A face that was barely a memory for me yet unforgettably beautiful.