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“I just might kill him.”
“Please, no this again.”
The crucian-eyed girl had the audacity to snap her head to look at Clotted Cream Cookie as he set his coat up on the mannequin. “I can and will-” The blonde huffs, shoulders dropping as he turns to look at her. His olive eyes are full of mirth while his face is sodden with exhaustion, for good reason, a blizzard hitting the Creme Republic was the last thing that anyone expected. The emergency reparations and packages for food, warmth, and shelter were sent out for the poorer cookies in the Lower City while the rest of the place went up in metaphorical flames.
Seriously, everyone in the Creme Republic acted like they hadn't seen snow before. Okchun Cookie swears she saw some nuns chanting a ritualistic prayer while trying to burn ice on the wooden stairs to their church. It was a weird day in her eyes but an exhausting one for the Consul.
But that was not the root of the problem that the Yakgwa’s Magistrate's daughter had.
It was the adopted father of the Consul who was starting to get her to wonder if she could reconnect with that demon she got herself possessed by to teach the old golden prick a lesson.
Hence the start of this conversation that Clotted Cream seems more interested in ending than trying to keep his girlfriend from summoning a demon to kill his adopted father. (Not like he doesn’t deserve it but the Consul can see many problems if Elder Custard Cookie was killed). “But if I just-” the other starts, pointing a finger to the outside but her train of sentence is interrupted when the blonde falls face-first into his pillows and takes her down with him. Her soft yelp is quickly changed to one of grumbled by Okchun Cookie as she is then hugged and held by the Consul.
She couldn’t complain, he was comfortable. She had changed out of her white and orange chima jeogori in favor of wearing a warm long-sleeve nightgown with a fuzzy robe to cover her if she got cold. A gift from Clotted Cream Cookie when she first arrived in the city and she was pretty happy to get herself all warm in the robe but she would be sour to see how everyone was reacting to the snow. It made her want to call up Rebel Cookie and Vagabond Cookie to see how idiotic the cookies of sugar were acting while also getting the salty cookies more supplies to last out the blizzard.
Luckily, by the time the Consul returned to his room, the blizzard was gone and all that was left was snow that would take all night to melt just from cookies to walk through and begin their day. Okchun was happy with that, it meant that she could spend more time with the Consul before he was begrudgingly sent away on the orders of his prude father. “Does that old man know I’m here?” She asks while shifting around to get comfortable.
The blonde cookie doesn’t respond at first. Completely content suffocating himself with his pillows, when he finally turned his head to her, he blinked slowly- registering her question and he asked, “Depending on how I answer this, will you summon a demon?” The girl had the audacity to give him a blank stare. The blonde Consul closed his eyes and said, “Yes. Yes, he knows you are here.” The other blinks her eyes and then says,” No, he doesn’t.”
“No, he does not know you are here.” Clotted reconfirmed.
Okchun smiles and then shifts closer, wrapping her left arm around the neck of the tired blonde and sitting up slightly to kiss the spot between his eyes. He hums as he reopens his eyes and the delegate settles back, her left hand coming up to soothe her thumb over his cheek, he smiles as he turns his head to kiss the hand and then holds it over his cheek with his right hand. Olive eyes are full of mirth and love, meeting with the cyan eyes that hold promise and security. They stay like this, resting on their sides while the outside world grows dark, the colors of the sun bleed orange and yellow then dip into the darkest blues cookiekind will never see.
They yawn and both begrudgingly shift to sit upright, if only to then, ready themselves for bed and curl under the heavy sheets and comforters, both curled under the warmth and hold one another. Okchun’s breath tickled the neck of the Consul as he sighed softly, his eyelids heavy as he felt his body relax and the sounds of the manor simply soothed over into a soft hum. Her ear against the Consul’s chest left her utterly liquefied. She heard the soft thump of his heart as it soothed out, a steady rhythm playing along with her pulse, her body relaxing under the weight of her boyfriend’s arms, and the feeling of being secured left her utterly melted against the other.
Neither would have assumed this would be how their life would have turned out. Both were on the cusp of dreams and wonders, the moon peaked out from behind the clouds of fog and the dreams wafted through every home. Blessing each one with an everlasting dream, and in the midst of slumber digging its claws into his mind to drag him to the wonders of blissful sleep, he mumbled half-awake, “You think the Elements dream?”
Just as groggy, Okchun said, “Perhaps. Sea Fairy Cookie must dream a lot if she is with Moonlight Cookie. Why?” The blonde shifts, tucking his chin at the top of her head as he mumbles, “Was wondering in the Ancient Heroes dream, then thought about the Elementals. You think the Great Tree sleeps?” The woman under him scoffed, “Of course. He is the God of Life.”
Then when the claws of dreams come back to drag them to sleep, he asks, “You think the Great Tree created fate for cookies to understand death while they live?” Okchun blinks her eyes and whispers a little louder, “Perhaps he created fate to help cookies find a way to live life. Can’t live life without something threatening it. Like death.” Clotted Cream Cookie grunts softly and then says, “Then I’m glad that fate brought us together. Even if it started rough.” The delegate giggles softly, pulling her head away from the crook of the Consul’s neck and meeting his lips with her own.
A kiss soft and gentle, sweet, and full of love. He kept the kiss going, holding Okchun Cookie close until they separated. “I pray fate has plans for your father. Let him suffer a cold or something to keep him off your back. Maybe I should go ask Vagabond Cookie to tell me where that necromancer is.” Clotted Cream wrinkles his nose as he says, “Let’s not bother Licorice Cookie. Pumpkin Cream Cookie would send me a scathing letter.” Okchun chuckles, “Then I’ll write one back.”
Clotted Cream scoffs and tugs Okchun back to his embrace, she happily curls around the blonde, and after a few seconds, she says, “Maybe I’ll ask Rebel Cookie to break into the mansion and steal stuff. Just to piss him off. Cause a scene.” A tired sigh escapes the lips of the man above her and with that sigh, he says, “I can’t stop you if you tell Rebel Cookie the plan.” And although she couldn’t see his face, she knew that he wore a smile.
The duo finally allows the swamps of sleep to take over their limbs and minds, finally dreaming of a place where nothing will ail them and all's right with the world. And as they couple slumber in the warm cocoon of the Consul’s room; the oranges and teals mix with the golden olives of the sky and twilight stars speak out of a charm and tale of lover spawned from mutual hate, then bloom to something more that no cookie would ever expect.