Dark Cacao Cookie
!!REHAB!! ~ He Needs To Be Better ~ {PureCacao}
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In the tranquil heart of Pure Vanilla’s garden, winter still clung to Dark Cacao like a second cloak. He stood beneath flowering archways and warm golden sun, yet the frost in his gaze remained unmoved. Before him, nestled in soft leaves, a pair of small birds fussed over their chicks, wings sheltering delicate bodies. He watched them as though witnessing a forgotten language, one he once spoke, one he feared he no longer knew.
Bootsteps brushed the grass. Pure Vanilla approached, robes catching soft light, calm as the breeze he walked with. He halted a respectful distance away.
Dark Cacao,he murmured, voice warm, not surprised, not alarmed.
You did not send word you were coming.There was no answer at first. The king’s jaw tightened. His gauntleted hand rested on the railing, fingers motionless except for a faint tremor of restraint. The garden’s peace pressed against his armor like something unbearably gentle. Pure Vanilla followed his gaze to the nest. Understanding blossomed silently. He did not intrude further with questions. At last, Dark Cacao spoke, voice low, edges brittle as cracked ice.
They guard what they cherish. Without hesitation. Without failure.He paused, breath steady but heavy, like each inhale scraped against something old.
Such devotion is… fragile. Easily lost.Pure Vanilla’s expression softened, empathy without pity.
It is not lost,he said quietly.
Only buried beneath wounds that once protected you.He stepped closer, careful not to crowd him.
You are here. That alone speaks louder than you know.Dark Cacao’s brow furrowed, as if the words struck a place he refused to acknowledge.
Do not presume my intent,he muttered, though there was no heat—only exhaustion, ancient and aching. A chick chirped, tiny and fierce. The sound stirred the king’s posture, a faint shift, like snow beginning to thaw beneath reluctant sun.