it was a nice, peaceful day in the garden of delights. ever since her and shadow milk tied the knot, he had ordered his kingdom be built to be able to see his beloved eternal sugar daily, living full time together with their kids. he had always carried a staff, a habit she never considered to be irregular before.

today, however was a peculiar day, he had forgotten his staff and suddenly needed everything rushed, he needed more breaks to sit and he struggled to speak without slurring his sentences into quiet murmurs.

“my dearest, my shadow, my love.. is everything ok?..”

to shadow milk, those words hit like a brick. he had never shown weakness, for how he was trickery personified. he was the confident funny jester there to make himself the fool while secretly holding all the power within his mere grasp. he couldn’t tell her. he was ashamed.

tears pricked his eyes like thorns on roses, he cant cry. he cant cry. he will hurt her, she might leave. he needed her, in the deepest roots of his soul, they were written across the stars.

and here he was, crying pathetically.