[Surely just one wouldn't hurt... Though he'd spared a few bites at Shadow Milk's urging, it was little more than a grazing. And if he were to keep watch all night, surely a morsel would only serve to keep him going. His gauntlets have already been removed and everything, nothing to sully the rest of the food if he reaches out and -
Before he's truly thought about it, a single wedge has been grabbed. He angles his head enough to slip it beneath his mask. It... tastes even better than he might have expected, and already his gaze drifts back toward the plate.
No, no more.]
And you... have managed to adjust to these changes yourself?
[Perhaps another potato or two is swiped. Really, he should use a fork, but that would mean getting up. To say nothing of how difficult it would be to manage to swipe it under his helm. No, this will have to suffice. He can only hope Elder Faerie will forgive his poor manners.]
Tell me more.
[So far, he has not seen what benefits there could be. The dough of it grows cold so easily, never mind the aforementioned needs to be kept up with.
But... maybe he also just wants to hear Elder Faerie talk.]
[Well, the good news is that White Lily has explained how bathing actually works here. The bad news is that Silent Salt is indeed thinking about Elder Faerie visiting the bathhouse. It is good, then, that he has not deigned to remove his helmet. The way his face contorts beneath the force of the thought would probably be concerning. Or humiliating. One or the other.]
The - accommodations here are strange, but not unwelcome. [He's still not used to not getting soggy.] It is a good way to warm up from the cold.
You have found peace, though. That... is good. You, of all cookies, deserve it.
[is peace the correct word? after all, Elder Faerie cannot sleep at night, and he has to navigate through the horrors surrounding his new friends and fellow Cookies. but bathtime is nice]
So it would seem, for now. This body is most durable, but still fragile, all the same. At the very least, I still have my wings. Though, I am not sure they remember how to fly.
[Silent Salt is, predictably, silent as he studies Elder Faerie. Through his helmet, his eyes scan over the other cookie, taking note of his form, his wings, anything that might help. Only after that lengthy gap does he finally deign to speak.]
You may need more practice. Training. There is a chance it is not a lost cause.
[He cannot say for certain, but he has seen his own knights come back from injuries. A limb was often stiff after an injury, after all. It needed to be reconditioned.]
[practice would definitely be good. Elder Faerie didn't have his sword, but that did not mean he could no longer move. he could find a training sword, somewhere, he was sure]
You are correct. Now that I am falling into a routine, I should do more with my time here. All I have been doing is studying.
Knowledge has always been one of your many strong points, my friend.
[There is no condemnation in his voice, just a simple acknowledgement. The balance Elder Faerie has managed to strike between sharpening his mind and his work with a blade only speaks to his discipline. No wonder the Salt of Solidarity had been so fond of him.
But those were thoughts of the past, weren't they?]
But if you do decide to pursue this, and find you want for help, I will gladly join you.
[flattery will get you everywhere, Silent Salt. at least Elder Faerie does not say so, but he does look pleased, puffing up like a proud bird]
Your guidance would be most appreciated. Once I find an acceptable sword, we can get started. Perhaps, tomorrow, we can go for a morning jog, together.
[The reaction alone is enough to stir some sort of warmth within Silent Salt's cheeks. Once more he is left to begrudge the way his "flesh" has wrought such loathsome changes. All he can really be grateful for is the fact that he's left his helmet on so far.]
That would be... more than acceptable, I think.
[He just has to hope Elder Faerie doesn't get on him about not resting after that. Don't worry about it.]
[Silent Salt gives an affirmative nod, content at first to leave Elder Faerie to it. However... an urge strikes him in that moment. Taking a quick second to put his gauntlets back on, he then extends his hand for the plate.]
Allow me. I shall meet you at your room once I have finished.
[There is a bit of sternness through that helmeted gaze. He will not take no for an answer.]
[Silent Salt does hesitate for a moment. One might think he was only watching the direction in which his companion went, so that he might track him down easier later. The more accurate answer, though, is that he merely wants to take the chance to commit the sight of his old friend to memory once more. If things are as they say, peace like this will only prove to be fleeting.
If he is only allowed this night, then he will ensure he remembers it forever.
Yet even as he thinks this, he recalls what White Lily had first told him when he arrived. That if she was worth love and kindness, so was he. More than that, he can still visibly remember her tale of nearly losing someone for good.
... If ever there was a chance -
But Silent Salt ousts the thought from his mind in favor of turning toward the kitchen. He deposits the plate and, when that feels like not enough for all he has been given, lends a hand in scrubbing a few plates as payment.
Admittedly, he loses track of time before he finally is able to depart from the kitchen once more. He heads down the path he'd watched Elder Faerie take, eyes sweeping across each door for a sign of his friend. He... probably should have asked for a room number.]
[Elder Faerie is glad to have some time alone, because he has to collect his thoughts. it still feels like this is all a dream, and that, when he wakes up, Silent Salt will no longer be here. or, worse, he never wakes up, at all.
during the past few weeks, he has learned how to tend to his human body. things like brushing his teeth, washing his face, combing out his hair... he never had to do things like this as a Cookie. it's strange, but he wants to take care of the body he's been given, dough or not. once he's gotten ready for bed, he lights a candle and leaves his door open. Elder Faerie's room is in the middle of a hallway, since he did not want to be on an end, for some reason. he just feels safer in the middle, surrounded by other rooms. most of them are probably empty, anyway.
he waits, still feeling slightly shaken up, but then he pulls out the notes Pavlova Cookie gave him and starts rereading them]
[The clank and grind of armor will likely alert Elder Faerie to his presence long before words ever could. Thankfully. both the faint light and open door are enough of a sign to prevent Silent Salt from having to stumble around blindly for any period of time. Admittedly, though, he does not seek to enter right away. Despite their plans to talk through the open door, part of Silent Salt truly does think to take his place by the doorway and simply... exist.
His earlier thoughts spring to mind just as soon as he attempts it, though, and ultimately he finds himself turning to face Elder Faerie.]
You have settled in for the evening then? [And before he can stop himself.] If you need anything, I can fetch it for you.
[Silent Salt takes a step forward before he can so much as stop himself. A hand reaches out, then stops short. It must be difficult, he thinks, to twist and reach for hair so long. But his own hands, tainted as they are, are also strapped with gauntlets that he's only just put back on. It would be more of a nuisance for him to offer.
Still, his head roars with the thought.]
Does it not strain you...? [He nods toward Elder Faerie's own hands as his own pull back.] I would not want you to put yourself out.
[he looks a bit confused by the question, then notices that Silent Salt's hands have pulled away. now, Elder Faerie isn't one to pretend he is injured or unfit to perform a task. if he can't do it, he can't do it, it's as simple as that. he doesn't mince words, and doesn't want to put others out if he can help it. but the thought of Silent Salt helping him with his hair is enough to cause his cheeks to burn]
It is... alright. I have been doing it myself since I arrived.
[Silent Salt is not bashful. Nor was the Salt of Solidarity. This moment, though, wrings something out of him that almost draws such behavior out, though. Dimly, images of his young charges echo in his mind, nervously wringing hands as they try to summon the course to make a move.
How foolish. How childish. And yet all the same, he finds himself reaching for a gauntlet.]
If assistance would make matters easier... [He trails off, doubt rearing its head.] My hands have been marred by my sins. I understand this. But if it would not offend...
[Elder Faerie manages to compose himself once more, his eyes flicking from Silent Salt's hand up to his face. well, to the helmet, of course]
It would not offend me.
[his own hands stop, and he turns his back towards the Beast. he's not bashful, either. he never has been around his friend or his kind. he is not embarrassed, nor ashamed, but he's still feeling the burn. there's something about this moment that he doesn't want to forget, the way the air feels thick and warm even though it's cold outside. Elder Faerie wants to trap them in this moment, forever, though he understands that is selfish, again]
[Some part of him thinks that it ought to, but Silent salt does not voice this aloud. He knows Elder Faerie Cookie would not tolerate such words about himself, however true he might believe them to be.
In the end, Silent Salt only nods and takes a step closer. One gauntlet is removed, and then the other. Both are left on the floor as he kneels behind Elder Faerie. He reaches out once more, and hesitates yet again. Despite the assurances, he cannot help but doubt his worth in this moment.
Before he can talk himself out of it, Silent Salt allows a hand to plunge forward. It coaxes through the long strands of hair, reveling in the sight of what almost seems like liquid moonlight. It stands in direct opposition to the tarnished dark of his own skin.]
You are certain?
[It is hard to take it back, now that his hand is already in Elder Faerie's hair but... he might as well offer it up all the same.]
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Date: 2025-11-17 06:30 am (UTC)Before he's truly thought about it, a single wedge has been grabbed. He angles his head enough to slip it beneath his mask. It... tastes even better than he might have expected, and already his gaze drifts back toward the plate.
No, no more.]
And you... have managed to adjust to these changes yourself?
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Date: 2025-11-17 05:30 pm (UTC)I have managed. It is a strange body, but there are things that I like about it.
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Date: 2025-11-17 09:02 pm (UTC)Tell me more.
[So far, he has not seen what benefits there could be. The dough of it grows cold so easily, never mind the aforementioned needs to be kept up with.
But... maybe he also just wants to hear Elder Faerie talk.]
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Date: 2025-11-18 12:01 am (UTC)he sits back into the couch, enjoying the atmosphere, letting his friend steal from his plate. it's cozy. and then he says]
I enjoy baths.
[this isn't even him being a sneaky Cookie about what he's saying to Silent Salt. he is genuinely happy to talk about this]
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Date: 2025-11-18 12:23 am (UTC)The - accommodations here are strange, but not unwelcome. [He's still not used to not getting soggy.] It is a good way to warm up from the cold.
You have found peace, though. That... is good. You, of all cookies, deserve it.
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Date: 2025-11-18 12:31 am (UTC)So it would seem, for now. This body is most durable, but still fragile, all the same. At the very least, I still have my wings. Though, I am not sure they remember how to fly.
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Date: 2025-11-18 03:51 am (UTC)[Pot, meet kettle. He has stopped swiping potato wedges for the time being, opting to fold his hands back into his lap now.]
Why do you feel you cannot fly? Is it so different here?
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Date: 2025-11-18 04:15 am (UTC)Mmn, I feel this body is too heavy for them. Or, perhaps, they are still stiff.
[from, you know, being dead]
It is not as though I need them, I do not fly unless I have to.
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Date: 2025-11-18 05:19 am (UTC)You may need more practice. Training. There is a chance it is not a lost cause.
[He cannot say for certain, but he has seen his own knights come back from injuries. A limb was often stiff after an injury, after all. It needed to be reconditioned.]
Only if you wish it, though.
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Date: 2025-11-18 05:29 am (UTC)You are correct. Now that I am falling into a routine, I should do more with my time here. All I have been doing is studying.
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Date: 2025-11-18 05:35 am (UTC)[There is no condemnation in his voice, just a simple acknowledgement. The balance Elder Faerie has managed to strike between sharpening his mind and his work with a blade only speaks to his discipline. No wonder the Salt of Solidarity had been so fond of him.
But those were thoughts of the past, weren't they?]
But if you do decide to pursue this, and find you want for help, I will gladly join you.
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Date: 2025-11-18 05:43 am (UTC)Your guidance would be most appreciated. Once I find an acceptable sword, we can get started. Perhaps, tomorrow, we can go for a morning jog, together.
[he's got to work off this feast]
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Date: 2025-11-18 06:13 am (UTC)That would be... more than acceptable, I think.
[He just has to hope Elder Faerie doesn't get on him about not resting after that. Don't worry about it.]
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Date: 2025-11-18 06:17 am (UTC)Very well. Then, I shall clean up and get ready for bed.
[his heart feels lighter. he almost thinks he shouldn't monopolize more of Salt's time this way, but he just wants to be selfish for a little longer]
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Date: 2025-11-18 06:32 am (UTC)Allow me. I shall meet you at your room once I have finished.
[There is a bit of sternness through that helmeted gaze. He will not take no for an answer.]
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Date: 2025-11-18 04:06 pm (UTC)but Elder Faerie will not argue against that look. so he surrenders his plate and silverware with an exasperated]
Thank you, my friend.
[once he's given the plate to him, he rises from his seat and stretches out his wings a little. he is all smiles again]
I shall see you soon.
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Date: 2025-11-18 11:46 pm (UTC)[Silent Salt does hesitate for a moment. One might think he was only watching the direction in which his companion went, so that he might track him down easier later. The more accurate answer, though, is that he merely wants to take the chance to commit the sight of his old friend to memory once more. If things are as they say, peace like this will only prove to be fleeting.
If he is only allowed this night, then he will ensure he remembers it forever.
Yet even as he thinks this, he recalls what White Lily had first told him when he arrived. That if she was worth love and kindness, so was he. More than that, he can still visibly remember her tale of nearly losing someone for good.
... If ever there was a chance -
But Silent Salt ousts the thought from his mind in favor of turning toward the kitchen. He deposits the plate and, when that feels like not enough for all he has been given, lends a hand in scrubbing a few plates as payment.
Admittedly, he loses track of time before he finally is able to depart from the kitchen once more. He heads down the path he'd watched Elder Faerie take, eyes sweeping across each door for a sign of his friend. He... probably should have asked for a room number.]
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Date: 2025-11-19 01:39 am (UTC)during the past few weeks, he has learned how to tend to his human body. things like brushing his teeth, washing his face, combing out his hair... he never had to do things like this as a Cookie. it's strange, but he wants to take care of the body he's been given, dough or not. once he's gotten ready for bed, he lights a candle and leaves his door open. Elder Faerie's room is in the middle of a hallway, since he did not want to be on an end, for some reason. he just feels safer in the middle, surrounded by other rooms. most of them are probably empty, anyway.
he waits, still feeling slightly shaken up, but then he pulls out the notes Pavlova Cookie gave him and starts rereading them]
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Date: 2025-11-19 01:54 am (UTC)His earlier thoughts spring to mind just as soon as he attempts it, though, and ultimately he finds himself turning to face Elder Faerie.]
You have settled in for the evening then? [And before he can stop himself.] If you need anything, I can fetch it for you.
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Date: 2025-11-19 02:33 am (UTC)I shall be alright. I've gotten everything I need.
[he can get his own water, don't worry. he sets the notebook on the nightstand and begins to braid his long hair for the night]
Thank you for watching over me tonight. Please, rest when you need to.
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Date: 2025-11-19 02:48 am (UTC)Still, his head roars with the thought.]
Does it not strain you...? [He nods toward Elder Faerie's own hands as his own pull back.] I would not want you to put yourself out.
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Date: 2025-11-19 02:56 am (UTC)[he looks a bit confused by the question, then notices that Silent Salt's hands have pulled away. now, Elder Faerie isn't one to pretend he is injured or unfit to perform a task. if he can't do it, he can't do it, it's as simple as that. he doesn't mince words, and doesn't want to put others out if he can help it. but the thought of Silent Salt helping him with his hair is enough to cause his cheeks to burn]
It is... alright. I have been doing it myself since I arrived.
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Date: 2025-11-19 03:07 am (UTC)How foolish. How childish. And yet all the same, he finds himself reaching for a gauntlet.]
If assistance would make matters easier... [He trails off, doubt rearing its head.] My hands have been marred by my sins. I understand this. But if it would not offend...
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Date: 2025-11-19 03:20 am (UTC)It would not offend me.
[his own hands stop, and he turns his back towards the Beast. he's not bashful, either. he never has been around his friend or his kind. he is not embarrassed, nor ashamed, but he's still feeling the burn. there's something about this moment that he doesn't want to forget, the way the air feels thick and warm even though it's cold outside. Elder Faerie wants to trap them in this moment, forever, though he understands that is selfish, again]
None of you offends me, Silent Salt Cookie.
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Date: 2025-11-19 03:28 am (UTC)In the end, Silent Salt only nods and takes a step closer. One gauntlet is removed, and then the other. Both are left on the floor as he kneels behind Elder Faerie. He reaches out once more, and hesitates yet again. Despite the assurances, he cannot help but doubt his worth in this moment.
Before he can talk himself out of it, Silent Salt allows a hand to plunge forward. It coaxes through the long strands of hair, reveling in the sight of what almost seems like liquid moonlight. It stands in direct opposition to the tarnished dark of his own skin.]
You are certain?
[It is hard to take it back, now that his hand is already in Elder Faerie's hair but... he might as well offer it up all the same.]
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