#YYYAAAAYYYY SOULJAM THERAPYYYY

[the-light-of-deceit]

…Meh. Could be better..

*…despite being the master of deceit he is very obviously lying he has already scarfed down the first piece and is halfway through another*

*In short it’s probably the best thing he’s ever eaten LMFAO*

-♧

*There's a "unfortunately" familiar voice calling out from just beyond the door to Shadow Milk's room, with it's usually warm and sweet tone accompanying it.*

"Shadow Milk!!"

*The footsteps accompanying that voice as it calls for him are as steady as ever- well, as steady as they can be, one leg being somewhat dragged along half the time and all.*

*It's faint to hear, but just before the familiar cookie outside knocks, not even bothering to wait for an answer before opening the door, there are small giggles.*

*When the door opens, it's, of course, Pure Vanilla standing outside, with a bouquet of flowers- solid red carnations, red & white chrysanthemums, red roses, forget-me-nots, and azaleas- in his arms, a cake box in his hand, suspiciously rosy cheeks, and a stupidly warm smile.*

"Shadow Milk! Good morning!"

*The tone of the healer's voice is still so, kind, almost bright, as he greets Shadow Milk with a half wave from the hand holding his staff.* - @the-resilience-of-truth (anyone who knows the meaning to those flowers (or googles it out of curiosity) i love you /p) (if you don't wanna go through numerous different sites to understand where i was going with my selection of flowers but you do wanna know anyways, here's the site i looked at after a couple looks at other sites -> https://yardandgarden.extension.iastate.edu/how-to/flowers-and-their-meanings-language-flowers)

*Shadow milk groaned and rolled his eyes, turning to face the cookie with an annoyed glare.*

You.. what do you want. Can’t you see I’m��

*He paused, his eyes landing on the bouquet before bouncing back up to look at him.*

Eh? What’s this now?? What, this a peace offering or something??? Because if you’re here to ask for forgiveness.. THINK AGAIN!!!!

*As harshly as he spoke and the bitter look on his face entailing he was angry…his expression seemed to soften, letting out a huff of annoyance as he looked at the bouquet once more.*

*these were.. certainly odd choices. It was so.. red. He liked blue more, of course, and milkcrowns were up there on his list of favorite flowers despite the memories they were connected to, however he wouldn’t expect—*

*…wait a moment.*

*red carnations.. red and white chrysanthemums.. red roses, forget-me-nots, azaleas—*

*His eyes then widened in surprise, face turning a bright red.*

*As much as he HATED it.. he had been the Fount Of Knowledge, so he obviously had knowledge of lots of things..*

*including flower meanings.*

*…He was frozen in place entirely, unmoving and stunned.*

*Was Pure Vanilla just oblivious to the meanings.?? Or- Witches, he hoped so—*

*…sort of..*

-♧