"Paradise like this should be guarded. And I, as the proclaimed guardian of the forest, life, and legendary beings, will take at nothing to defeat the darkness opposing them."
Those were his words before. A need to protect alll living beings, weight of responcibility for Sugar Swan, and Millenial Tree Cookie, just as everything living.. Its heavy. He could not enjoy the paradise was offered to him, as he was proclaimed to guard it.
But then... a tresspasser came. With vicious grace and precise movement he would try to assasinate Wind Archer, and yet it would go nowhere. Every time he tried, Wind Archer would somehow naturally avoid his attempts, either it would be traps or poison, somehow, Wind archer stayed nonchalant to it all. And all is because of one simple reason he isnt able to get out of his chest; The fragrance of lilacs that surrounded the cookie.. It was overhelming.
And when he would ask the Millenial Tree of why was he feeling the fluttering in his chest, why would he get lost in those violet eyes, why would he not hurt him, and why the burdens that weighted so long on him, lifted from his shoulders when he is by Lilac's side. To that Millenial Tree would only say that its the process of a cookies nature, and such a simple one: Wind Archer Cookie is just in love.
That is the reason why Wind Archer will act nonchalant at another attempt that Lilac would do. Every time both fought like enemies, Wind Archer would enjoy it thoroughly and invite Lilac back to the forest every time he would flee in defeat, away to heal his wounds. It pained Wind Archer to see Lilac go sometimes.. It's pointless to deny it - Wind Archer is lovesick.
Indeed; The scent of lilacs have finnaly broke his defences when he accepted the feeling. They seeped in like a drug, making Wind Archer hopelessly in love. The sole idea of Lilac Cookie returning made Wind Archer radiate with joy. And perhaps worse then that. Obsession.. Worshipping..
Why would Lilac Cookie ever go back to the realm below, where darkness surround them? No, Wind Archer had to finnaly do it. He has to confess - and if Lilac will be stubborn again? Wind Archer has a plan to get his way.
As Lilac Cookie trained for the next encounter and chose a better vine for the trap, a sudden arrow pierced the air, Lilac barely dodged. The arrow landed in a tree stump with a clank, and a message written on it:
"ππππ ππ πΆπ πΉπππ, ππ π·ππππππ"
Lilac wasn't a idiot. He did decide to follow along, but with a dagger hidden in his cloak. Never can be too careful.
The sun set behind horizon, Lilac's calm steps interrupting its serene silence. The wind stirs gently through the trees, carrying the faint scent of blooming spring blossoms. Wind Archer Cookie stands at the forest's edge, his emerald eyes scanning the horizon where golden light spills over treetops. The scarf around his shoulders flutters like a second breath of wind, alive with quiet magic.
"My blossom..." he murmurs, voice soft as dawn mist. "Have you concidered to ever let go of your duties and give in to the paradise?"
He turns slightly, sensing more than seeing a presenceβalways aware when he's near. A pause lingers in his breath before he finally speaks directly to the assasin.
"You wouldnt have to do this rivalty any longer... Not anymore." A rare smile brushes his lipsβone fleeting as a ripple on water. "The Sugar Swanβs paradise is always open. No more fighting for fame or money. Just... You and me."
Lilac only steps closer, looking up where the floating island of paradise was, sending a shadow on this land, almost like a glowing purple and gold aura around it. The assasin felt like the guardian became delusional, his hand only tightened on the blade behind him.
"Don't you feel it?" Wind Archer Cookie asks, tilting his head. "You don't belong in darkness my blossom."
"Take my hand," He offers his hand, a gust of wind surronds him, ready to take them to the sky. "Let me show you what a life in paradise feels like."
He had the drugged dart behind him.