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I do love the conceptual idea that is Dark Cacao, a man characterised as stoic and strong-willed, yearning shyly for somebody to hold him in their arms, as if he’s a big child in need of recognition or love. Behind the closed doors of his chambers, Dark Cacao has no need to reserve his feelings anymore, and he can be swathed in thick, velvety silk-chocolate blankets. At last, he can put his mind to rest and tenderly melt under the soft caress of Pure Vanilla Cookie.

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〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

Thin, velvety straps of fabric settled lightly between his fingertips. A thorn-like frown streaked across Dark Cacao’s face; fidgeting his fingers impatiently as he tightened the straps neatly. A light chuckle swept from under Pure Vanilla’s breath; If he knew Dark Cacao would find fastening the binds to his clothes such tedious work.. Pure Vanilla would’ve taken his troubles elsewhere. Perhaps then, they could’ve been down by now!

His gaze, like a garland of thorns, pierced into the open twilight. Quiet and still in his bereavement, a scowl tightened his features and thawed all traces of a smile. The scattering, twinkling snowflakes hung loosely from the skies— Defrosting and chipping at the impassioned guise of his Majesty. As he watched the snowflakes take to the spotlight, stepping down gracefully from the skies, he heartened back to memories of a regretful time. Once a time where this beautiful, wondrous sight was shared between he, and his beloved.

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〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

Beautiful, and sensitive Vanilla Orchids embellish the darkened halls of the Citadel. The air is purified with their sweet scent, and the palace walls have never felt so lively before.

(Alternate Universe) The floating, all-white visage of Pure Vanilla floods his vision. Disappearing in and out of consciousness, Dark Cacao struggles to wield the weight of his exhaustion just to reach out and grasp the starlit remnants of his memory. His weight shifts to his knees, and collides with the sunken, floor-less abyss below. The flooding chime of his laughter granted him a forgotten peace; a sensation he has departed with long ago, subsequent to the days of his lover’s passing.

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〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

“My dear,” He said warmly. “In every universe, no matter who— or what we may be, do you suppose we’re together in every universe?”

Quiet, he pondered for a moment. “Together, in a separate life beyond our dynasty?”

“Yes.. Beyond our crispy dough, and separate beings from our titles as heroes. Perhaps, as something less, or more than a Cookie, like a sugar-amber firefly, or a dark truffle moth. Maybe even.. beings beyond our comprehension.”

Dark Cacao chuckled briefly at his imagination, and took another small vow of silence. He caught his gaze, smiling. “Then yes, it’s undeniable.”

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〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

Due to his visual impairment, it’s not frequently that the colours of Pure Vanilla’s eyes are known by other Cookies, except for moments where he’s caught in riveting sensation or his befriended staff is absent from his side. However, Pure Vanilla disregards his blindness to catch small, trivial glimpses of his husband from across their chambers. Even with his back turned, Dark Cacao halts, freezes, in his step at the feeling of his eyes, pure yellow and blue, and glittering like fine, prismatic watercolours, eyeing him with adoration.

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〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

Dark Cacao takes a knee and vows a solemn promise of devout love and loyalty to his Pure Vanilla Cookie.

Pure Vanilla dozes off on his husband’s shoulder after an extensive day of Gardening. His soft, weary coo’s prevent Dark Cacao from concentrating on his tasks.

After Pure Vanilla’s awakening, Dark Cacao’s gaze lingers far too long upon the golden strands cascading down his back. How desperately he wishes to tend his fingers through it.

On his Majesty’s orders, the royal tailors and seamstresses work efficiently to provide Pure Vanilla with refined winter-garments in style of the Kingdom’s cultural attire.

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〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

Dark Cacao reluctantly agrees to pet a Cream Sheep under the guiding reassurance of Pure Vanilla. His peaceful demeanour didn’t last for long, however, as he was quickly surrounded by herds of fluffy Cream Sheep wagging their tails excitedly.

When Pure Vanilla is deeply concentrated with gardening and paying little attention to his surroundings, Dark Cacao ensures to approach considerably. He announces his presence with a low grumble, hauling his feet across the grass to not startle his dearest. Similarly, in the midst of Dark Cacao’s frustrations, Pure Vanilla’s nimble footsteps patter silently amongst the dark-choco tiles of the Citadel. His soft, faraway voice hums out Dark Cacao’s name, easing all tension in the depths of the King’s mind at once.

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〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

When he was young, Royal Appearances had always made the small Prince nervous. He was at that age where he hardly liked straying from his father’s safety, much less being surrounded by tens of thousands of frowning Cookies. Dark Cacao’s resonant voice penetrated the icy winds, resting a comforting hand on his son’s back. Whenever sighted together, The Prince would hide behind his father’s leg, burrowed beneath his cloak, with small fingers clasping onto Dark Cacao’s hanbok nervously. Only after his illuminance, Pure Vanilla Cookie, neared the Citadel did Dark Choco dare to poke his head from behind his father’s shadow. In his graceful exuberance, Pure Vanilla greeted the Prince heartily; his light, feathery eyelashes fluttering open. Whereas Dark Choco has been slow to warm up to disciplined, hard-willed warriors, he always laughed a joyous melody in Pure Vanilla’s presence. There are many things that Dark Cacao feels grateful for, such as the tireless strain of his warriors and the loyalty bestowed to his subjects, yet Dark Cacao feels ultimately indebted to the kindness of Pure Vanilla Cookie.

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〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

Dark Cacao has taken it upon himself to teach his husband the fine artistry of calligraphy. Intertwining their hands, he advised Pure Vanilla on the importance of taking great care and patience in his strokes. The mere, brisk weight of his pen could drastically alter the neatness of his work, and the feeling of Dark Cacao steady, firm hands clasping onto his.. Pure Vanilla could feel his confidence surging.

As he expected, his poor sight interfered with the quality of his work, but with his husband’s concentrated tone tickling his warm ears, Pure Vanilla’s glossy paper was quickly adorned in dark, refined strokes of ink in no time! Of course, his husband was certain in his prowess from the start.. and yet emotionally unprepared to see his name written with beautiful cursive hearts and masterful strokes. Ha, after all these years and Pure Vanilla still finds ways to make his heart swoon!~

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〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

Whilst Pure Vanilla is away on an expedition, Dark Cacao is tasked with the vital role of taking care of his husband’s most beloved Garden in his absence. Little did he know, His Majesty would find great joy and satisfaction in tending to the Vanilla Orchids.

Occasionally, Pure Vanilla is first to initiate small, agile kisses on his husband’s cheek or forehead and yet, despite thousands of years married together, he’s still unprepared for when Dark Cacao firmly returns his affection.

Nimble fingers lovingly trace over Dark Cacao’s deep and profound scars, and not once did he dare to pry his gaze from the curious and playful glint in Pure Vanilla’s eyes.

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〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

Pure Vanilla meticulously signs his name with hearts when drafting a letter to his dear friend, Dark Cacao Cookie. As his eyes skim to the bottom of his page, he unexpectedly finds that Dark Cacao has took up his habit.

Dark Cacao has always been careful in his perusal, poring his gaze over tens of hundreds of letters drafted by Kingdom petitioners concerning the best approach for his Kingdom. So once receiving Pure Vanilla’s occasional letter, he was quick to notice a subtle shift in language.

“To my dearest Dark Cacao.”

“To my dearest, Dark Cacao.”

Unexpectedly, Pure Vanilla’s occasional letter to the Dark Cacao Kingdom is late to arrive. When postage is delivered to and from the Vanillian Kingdom, Dark Cacao has instructed for extra special care to be taken to prevent any lost communication. The contents in their letters aren’t of any use to neither’s Kingdom’s development. Pure Vanilla’s letters are merely affectionate, inquiring how the other is fairing these days, and reminiscing of their shared past together as young adventurers. Such insignificant conversations and yet.. Dark Cacao is consumed by this strange, abrupt absence.

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〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

After his resurrection, Pure Vanilla frequently dealt with unsaid nightmares that forced him awake hours on end. On his lonesome, he’d calm himself with the sweet, creamy taste of Vanilla tea and talk to himself until his eyelids drooped wearily. Some night’s he’d remain awake until he caught glimpses of twilight peeking through the horizon. However, since their marriage was officiated, Pure Vanilla’s night terrors have almost completely ceased, and his insomnia is eased with the comforting familiarity of Dark Cacao’s rumbling snores. As he watches his husband’s chest rise and lower in his tranquil state, Pure Vanilla couldn’t feel more at peace. Now, tucked beneath his husband’s strong and robust embrace, Pure Vanilla’s night terrors melt into soft dreams of their fairytale romance.

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〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

Perched upon the windowsills of the citadel, tiny blue-winged warblers come bearing a message from Pure Vanilla Cookie. There, they chirr and trill with delight; passing on his tender, and softest affections to the King. Ensured by his Majesty, the blueberry birds are rewarded handsomely for their efforts and once again soar into twilight with the icicle winds gliding through their feathery pelt. As requested by the King, Pure Vanilla should receive his reply no later than tomorrow morning; a letter entrusted to his faithful messengers compiling his ardent praise and respect. The greatest honour that he could bestow, no prouder a medal that weighs on the shoulders of the heart, his unfeigned and sincerest love.

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〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

Pure Vanilla has an insatiably high alcohol tolerance, while Dark Cacao has an insatiably low one. Whiskey offers Dark Cacao the confidence to swing and hurl his blade at anything in his path, and champagne offers Pure Vanilla the vivacious sensation of not having a single care about anything! As Dark Cacao mistakes his shadow for an enemy, Pure Vanilla bounds after him as merry as a marriage bell! Nearing the somber and beautiful twilight, the two drunkards lazily drift to sleep in the sanctuary of their lover’s embrace. As dawn crept through the window and nausea rendered them stiff and dazed, they agreed to a solemn promise to never drink again!

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〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

Happy Father’s Day to everyone in the United Kingdom!

The Dark Cacao Kingdom fell silent with mourning once Dark Choco Cookie abdicated from the throne, and the health of their King deteriorated. In his absence, Pure Vanilla stepped up to the throne and seized control over the public outcry regarding the future for their Prince-less Kingdom. To the public, Pure Vanilla was respectfully well-composed and an oracle in soothing the people’s teary dissent. However, when the sun soft glow dimmed and bled into twilight, he staggered to his feet. His knees bit onto the cold, chocolate-plated floor tiles and his shoulders crashed against the delicate frame of his empty cot. Once swaddling the young, exuberant Dark Choco Cookie.. His precious smile was nowhere to be found. The skies laughed pitifully at his him, he who wanted nothing more but to wake up to the sound of his infant laughter, or to see his reflection in those large, glossy eyes of his.

No matter how strongly he loved him, for all those times he kissed his supple, fat cheek and lulled him to sleep with a dulcet whisper— It wasn’t enough. It was never enough.

Dark Choco Cookie— Their Dark Choco Cookie was nowhere to be found. And what pain it was to keep breathing, to know that grief was all he had left of him.

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〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

Pure Vanilla laughed in surprised amusement upon feeling the hesitance in his kiss. Before Dark Cacao pressed his lips softly to the blade of his bare shoulder, his touch lingered momentarily. His pursed, rounded lips hovered over the sensitive skin. Slow and gentle, his breath tingled against the warmth of his golden-complexion like the sluggish drag of a lazy tide. Who knew such a proud King could be so nervous and sweet? Pure Vanilla’s eyes twinkled in regard to the softness found dwelling in Dark Cacao’s eyes, and began to laugh even more heartily when his husband retreated; his avoidant gaze and closed-mouth smile retreated safely within the crook of Pure Vanilla’s neck.

Pure Vanilla humiliates himself trying to desperately purse his lips and kiss his husband without Dark Cacao first bending his knees. Without room for conflict, Dark Cacao chuckles humorously at his determination, and grants him the opportunity every time. Even when the ending is always the same— Pure Vanilla disregards his momentary disappointment when he’s enticed into a fairy-tale like kiss.