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[ceylonmoon]

Oh! I just wanted to say I’m absolutely obsessed with your Capiscara content. I’ve found myself falling for this rare-pair, so I started seeking for content without much hope… and I was so surprised there are such talented people like you who also ship it! It feels like a blessing to read your works. Thank you so, so much for all you do ;-;

THIS IS SO SWEET THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! im incredibly happy to see more people in a community as small as capiscara ahh 💞 tbh they’re the main reason why i even started posting my work online because when i started shipping them there was a total of 1 fic and like 2 artworks haha 😭 to see that i’ve helped it spread even a little bit is so amazing 🥹 thank you again!!

#asks #capiscara #asks open

[ceylonmoon]

CAPISCARA IN THE SAME FRAME??????

#genshin impact #capitano #wanderer #once again yelling into the void abt a rarepair #oh i am so normal about them #capiscara #scaratano #actually in tears i never thought the day would come #our second canon interaction!!!!!!

[ceylonmoon]

oh rosalyne lohefalter the woman you were….

#genshin impact #genshin fanart #la signora #genshin signora #rosalyne kruzchka lohefalter #doodlysketch #that arlecchino trailet changed my life istg

[ceylonmoon]

a quiet sliver of time

G | Genshin Impact | Capitano/Scaramouche

Word Count: 1,069

Tags: Plotless, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Rain, Cuddling, Established Relationship

ao3 link:

Fic Continued Below:

The torrent doesn’t appear to be stopping anytime soon.

It paints translucent little rivers against the window-panes, pittering down from the roiling grey mist swirling above. A faint tapping trickles in from the branches of stray trees knocking on the walls and mortar; by the next cycle of the sun, one or more of them was certain to be uprooted. The wanderer faintly wonders about what could have upset his mother this time.

“Any chance that we won’t need to delay our grocery trip for the fifth time?”

Beside him, Capitano stirs. “The tempest will not quiet until tomorrow,” he murmurs after a moment. As usual, he doesn’t bother taking a glance out of the window, the knowledge inherent from within somewhere the wanderer hasn’t puzzled out yet.

So effectively, the wanderer thinks as he stares out the window next to their bed, monsoon season has yet again gotten the best of mortal forethought. He and Capitano would scarcely mind going out in such weather— even Sumeru’s most temperamental rainstorms still couldn’t hope to match up to one of the Tsaritsa’s milder frenzies— and Nahida would probably revel in the rain more likely than not. God of Dendro idiosyncrasies, he supposes. But the vendors had hardly appreciated their stock being waterlogged before the customers could even have a chance of bartering, and so the majority of them had packed away their goods for another day. The more weather-wary ones hadn’t bothered to come at all. So it would have bore no fruit to trek out to the bazaar in this state, even on the off chance there were still merchants at their stalls.

The benefit, at least, was that he would get to spend his break indoors. Though he could certainly tolerate the rain, it wasn’t as if he actively enjoyed feeling like a drenched cat every time he stepped outside.

Hm. Speaking of cats.

In a deviation from the usual routine, he finds his lap occupied with both the normal manila folder of assignments to tear apart and the less common undulating oil-slick of Capitano’s hair as he lays— not quite asleep, but in whatever purgatory he found himself in whenever the urge or need struck.

Strangely enough, the urge has been striking Capitano more frequently lately, judging by how the wanderer found his side more accompanied the past few weeks. His running theory is that this sudden onslaught of clinginess likely has to do with the rain and the natural dendro aura of the landscape; something about the inherent concentrated energy soothing over the leylines just enough that it trickled into the abyss, consequently turning Capitano into the equivalent of a cat that indulged in too much cream. The thought nearly causes a smile to spread across his lips because Capitano would absolutely abhor that description, had he known.

Well. He isn’t complaining— in the depths of spring and the emerging traces of summer, the glacial temperatures that Capitano emanated were more than welcome, especially in Sumeru’s heat waves.

Idle, the wanderer wraps a particularly unruly lock of Capitano’s hair around his index. The tendril burbles slightly at him before smoothing down again into its almost-usual form.

“Your hair is getting wavy,” the wanderer notes, absent. “I was under the impression it disliked straying from your usual style.”

One of Capitano’s eyes blinks open. He’s been also forgoing the helmet more often than not as of late, so the void of his face and the innumerable eyes marring it are on display. The wanderer is nearly alarmed by how much more…emotive he is, though he doubts anyone else would be able to tell, the stoic bastard.

“The humidity,” Capitano explains, peering up at the wanderer. Then, with decidedly more amusement in his voice, “It is not that it dislikes new forms. Rather it is simply a matter of…retaining propriety.”

“Hm. So you don’t bother being proper around me? How disrespectful,” the wanderer taunts.

As if faced with a terrible affront, Capitano’s hair tightens around his finger, ripples, and begins straightening at the ends to prove a point.

“You would find it more insulting if I were to act with propriety towards you,” Capitano says, underpinned with something resembling teasing accusation.

The wanderer snickers. “Perhaps I would.” Mollified, Capitano’s hair begins curling into the spaces between his fingers, attempting to draw ever closer.

“The revered Captain,” the wanderer murmurs, brushing a strand of hair out of the abyss that composed Capitano’s face, “Look how far you have fallen. Clinging onto a divine being like this.”

His eye has almost fully shut again at this point, blinking slow and languid. “If you constitute a divine being, then perhaps I may ascend to Celestia yet,” Capitano responds mildly.

“...Maybe you had a point,” the wanderer concedes, abruptly, horribly filled with something like fondness, godforbid. In the back of his mind, he notes that his cheeks are starting to ache. “You’d be much less entertaining if you were dignified.”

Capitano graces them with a breath that could be interpreted as laughter, settling back into something strangely placid. Content, even. “Do you view me as something akin to a circus animal?”

“You were the first of the fools for a reason, I’d assume.”

“I surrender the issue.” Capitano lets out one of his half-breath, half-laughs as his eye shuts fully, dissipating and melding back into the twilight.

“Coward,” the wanderer says, half-hearted, “you just want to go back to sleep.”

No answer this time around, save for a pull at his wrist down towards the bed.

Hm. He has been done for a while anyways. The wanderer sets the envelope aside on the nightstand and extinguishes the lantern with a flick of his wrist. In the meantime, Capitano holds the covers open as an offering, insistently waiting for him to finish up.

“Hah. You really are getting clingy,” the wanderer tells him as he slips underneath the blankets. Behind Capitano, a glancing strike of lightning illuminates the room in a flash, reflecting silver off of his helm sitting faithfully on his side and the infinitesimal constellations spiralling within the chasm and threading through the gloss of his hair. Maybe the blame goes to both of them then, when their limbs end up intertwined immediately, a gravitational tug into orbit.

The wanderer shuts his eyes. He has time to kill.

The torrent doesn’t appear to be stopping anytime soon, after all.

#genshin impact #capitano #wanderer #my fic #capiscara #scaratano #once again yelling into the void abt a rarepair #oh they are SO in love im sobbing #not that they would admit it ofc

[ceylonmoon]

every so often i feel the need to practice my fundamentals by subjecting my blorbos to it too

#genshin impact #genshin fanart #wanderer #scaramouche #don’t ask me why he’s so buff i forgot he’s a stick in canon and then it was too late #yeah no way of explaining my way out of this one i just find bro very silly #anatomy study

[ceylonmoon]

happy birthday @snapgar !!! i can’t believe you’re taking your first steps now 🥺

#genshin impact #capitano #genshin fanart #wanderer #capiscara #scaramouche #oh thank god i finally improved my colouring and scara no longer looks like a sheet of paper #you mean you don’t look at all your ex-coworkers like that??? #i nearly keeled over wnd cried after looking at wanderer i think ive offically peaked #they’re in love your honour (they haven’t interacted on screen)

[ceylonmoon]

This quote is so fantastic that it makes me hurt with yearning, and it pisses me off that it’s from a diary of a wimpy kid fan book

[ceylonmoon]

my first clorinette fic is finally out!!! hope you guys enjoy <333

#genshin impact #my fic #clorinde #clorinette #lynette #grr they make me so feral i lobe them….

[ceylonmoon]

how you can help palestine

*i regularly update this post with any new info i find so please always reblog the original post*

Donations

donations currently reaching gaza:

‼️ help buy e-sims for people in gaza

donate to get food packages to gaza - care for gaza

palestine children's relief fund

world food programme

donate direct aid to gaza - ehab rida (longtime activist and volunteer, has been carrying out donations and humanitarian projects in gaza since 2021)

donate to ahmed (@/90-ghost on tumblr)

he is born, raised and based in gaza. please help him reach his goal of $50K to get his family to safety across the rafah border into egypt. as of right now… it’s $7.5K per person to evacuate gaza.

help journalist yousef escape gaza to treat his cancer

help mohamed evacuate gaza to get treatment for himself and his daughter

mohammed is a friend of ahmed (90-ghost) and is a haemophilia patient. him and his family are currently living in a tent on the streets of rafah.

help gaza’s children

support palestinians: buy a keffiyeh from the last and only factory in palestine - hirbawi

secondary donations:

emergency relief for gaza - pious projects

palestine red crescent society

save palestine - islamic relief canada

send medical supplies to gaza - palestinian american medical association

click to donate - arab.org

help bring down israel's weapon trade - palaction

donate for the recovery of hisham awartani - gofundme

one of the three palestinian students shot by a racist in vermont for wearing kufiyas and speaking arabic. hisham’s injuries have left him paralysed from below the chest.

Petitions

international cultural workers to strike from german cultural institutions for their complicity in oppressing palestinians and promoting genocide - strike germany

petition to investigate war crimes committed by israeli military

demand ceasefire - amnesty international

open call for immediate ceasefire

american government call for immediate ceasefire

american government to stop funding israeli military

ceasefire and increase humanitarian assistance - oxfam au

petition to get canva to address their pro-israel stance

invoke the genocide convention to call for ceasefire in gaza - world beyond war

suspend israel from international sports - diem25

UK to expel israeli ambassador - change.org

gaza healthcare workers for nobel peace prize - change.org

teachers around the world demand ceasefire - teachers for palestine

president whitten: reinstate samia halaby retrospective NOW - action network

location specific petitions

gaza call for lasting ceasefire - oxfam (UK)

end israeli occupation - parliament uk (UK)

email your MP - medical aid for palestine (UK)

protect gaza civilians - islamic relief (UK)

stop fuelling genocide - action network (USA)

@ biden: call for ceasefire now - move on (USA)

ceasefirenow.com - jewishvoiceofpeace (USA)

call congress and demand a ceasefire - uscpr (USA - they provide a script of what you should say, so don't worry about it)

note: you can call everyday. they tally the number of calls per issue. so more calls = higher chance for them to take action. p.s. you mainly go to voicemail so don’t worry about phone call anxiety. fight through it just this once please.

australia call on israel to stop attacking palestinians - apan (AUS)

immediate ceasefire and increase in humanitarian aid in gaza - actionaid (AUS)

email your MPs - stand with palestine (AUS)

‼️ australian senate to investigate australian citizens in the IDF for war crimes allegations - fpm (AUS)

‼️ arms embargo on israel - cjpme (CANADA)

sign to send letter to MP for ceasefire - nccm (CANADA)

ceasefire now! - ijv (CANADA)

ceasefire and allow aid to enter gaza - oxfam (CANADA)

call on your local mayor and council to demand ceasefire - LeadNow (CANADA)

cessez-le-feu et un couloir humanitaire - le mouvement (FRANCE)

écrivez aux député-es et sénateurs-trices - association france palestine solidarité (FRANCE)

write to your député - assemblée nationale (FRANCE)

skydda civilbefolkningen i gaza! - mittskifte (SWEDEN)

singaporeans call for immediate ceasefire (SIN)

contact your elected reps and demand a ceasefire (GERMANY)

write to the EU demanding a ceasefire (EUROPE)

template of letters you can send (EU)

guide on how to contact your MPs in EU

p.s. if the template is outdated, just use it as a guide and add a few sentences here and there that reflect the current situation. i can’t find any recent templates so :/ at least this is something

multiple actions you can take to help palestine - plant een olifbloom (NETHERLANDS)

includes: links for donations, emails to MP, emails to media, links to petitions and demonstrations

den haag, maak nú werk van vrede in israël/Palestina - the right forum (NETHERLANDS)

māori call for palestine - ourActionStation (NZ)

special visa for palestinians in gaza with family in NZ - NZ parliament/pāremata aotearoa (NZ)

deem israeli actions as war crimes - NZ parliament/pāremata aotearoa (NZ)

basta ao genocídio em Gaza! - awaaz (BRAZIL)

globo e grande mídia, parem de desumanizar civis palestinos - the intercept (BRAZIL)

Campaigns

‼️ justice for palestine

reach out to countries to back up south africa’s invoke genocide convention at the ICJ

‼️ international criminal court

submit evidences of israeli war crimes

friends of al-aqsa

❥ UK-specific

urge your MP to speak up for palestine

hands off al-aqsa

stop administrative detention

petition for UK to stop arming israel

❥ International

boycott puma — email them to end their partnership with israel

boycott coca-cola

palestine action

join the resistance

islamic relief canada

urge your MP to rally for ceasefire

decolonise palestine

poster campaign to raise awareness on the war crimes being committed against palestinians

text/call campaign for people living in USA

text CEASEFIRE @ 51905 to call for a ceasefire

text RESIST @ 50409 to send a letter to your representatives to pass HR3103–a bill that prohibits tax dollars from going to israel

download 5Calls app to contact members of your congress | (more info)

fax campaign for people in the USA

go on this website to send 5 free faxes per day

here’s a link to a pre-written fax copy you can download to send (the first link on the linktree)

here’s a video that explains how to fax your senator (it’s very easy and all you need is a valid email address)

‼️ BDS movement

get involved in boycotting companies associated with israel

please let me know if you have any more links. i will add them in. and please reblog the original post!!

UPCOMING PROTESTS

PALESTINIAN LITERATURE READING LIST

[ceylonmoon]

the tsaritsa’s bloodhound x moon-coded puppet. do you see the vision!!

lyrics from be nice to me by the front bottoms

#genshin impact #capitano #genshin fanart #wanderer #scaramouche #capiscara #scaratano #FUCKK THEYRE SO DOOMED YAOI-CORE… #never were together and would kill each other in a heartbeat for their allies but also were irrevocably changed by each other #does that make sense!!! #sorry im being delusional again

[ceylonmoon]

text: “I DON’T SEE THE APPEAL IN BEING CHAINED TO SOMEONE FOR CENTURIES, DO YOU, CAPTAIN?”

#genshin impact #capitano #genshin fanart #wanderer #capiscara #scaratano #sneak peek of my next wip hehe #5 days!!!

[ceylonmoon]

my poor little meow meow <3 (bro is a certified threat against humanity)

#genshin impact #capitano #genshin fanart #digital art #il capitano #fatui harbingers

[ceylonmoon]

wip of that one iconic leyendecker ad but capiscara except there’s about a 3 percent chance ill actually get back to it

#genshin impact #capitano #wanderer #genshin fanart #scaramouche #scaratano #capiscara #trying my best to ignore how scara looks like a ghost here #tbh i actually do like the sketch its just everything else is kiling me

[ceylonmoon]

“i will become the new moon, the answer to everything.”

#genshin impact #scaramouche #wanderer #genshin fanart #you can tell i got a new tablet because im drawing again for once #yknow sometimes i think i should probably use references when doing a new colouring style #and then i don’t #don’t ask me why he’s so buff i forgot he’s a stick in canon and then it was too late

[ceylonmoon]

obligatory capiscara yearning but not yearning hours.

#genshin impact #capitano #wanderer #genshin fanart #capiscara #scaratano #my blorbos…one day you’ll get your recognition…. #or my characterization will be destroyed by natlan who knows

[ceylonmoon]

no thoughts only yanfei <3

#genshin impact #yanfei #genshin fanart #i always end up liking the sketch better huh.. #though that could just be because this is. legitimately the first time i’ve done lineart

[ceylonmoon]

i love you (i'm almost afraid of the intensity of this happiness)

Pure Vanilla/Dark Cacao | G | 2.5k

Tags: Fluff, Pre-Canon, Simultaneously a Developing and Established Relationship, Pining Despite Aforementioned Relationship, Sequel to you (on my arm)

Summary: In which Pure Vanilla and Dark Cacao figure out their relationship in the after.

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46531471

Fic Continued Below 👇

It begins the night of the ball, or more accurately, the morning afterward.

Dark Cacao had walked him back to his room after the last stragglers had left— a little ritual that had started long ago at Hollyberry’s coronation ceremony. Of course, now with their not-confession of sorts, it carried a bit more meaning. He had glanced at Dark Cacao perhaps a little too often, but he’s feeling self-indulgent and it wasn’t everyday that he had his hair done up, outside of serious situations. Pure Vanilla blames it on the selfish remnants of his previously unrequited love, greedily eating their fill to make up for the years of yearning.

However— they pause outside of his usual door and he turns to look at Dark Cacao— he doesn’t have to hide the furtive looks anymore. Not with how he finally recognizes the unknown flicker of emotion in Dark Cacao, a reflection of the look in his own eyes. Not when he has permission to now.

Dark Cacao’s words and eyes are softened with exhaustion, fondness when he says good night, still slightly too loud for the pitch-black morning outside. Pure Vanilla had had to suppress the urge to smile as Dark Cacao grimaces and his eyes skitter away.

“Good night, Cacao,” he responded, laced with the laughter he had not managed to completely hide. He received an unimpressed look in response and Dark Cacao had begun to turn away until Pure Vanilla blurted out unthinkingly, “Ah, wait—”

Dark Cacao turned back and tilted his head in question. His mind ran on overload, he was such a fool, but he was already this far. Pure Vanilla took a shaky breath, and reached out, allowing Dark Cacao time to move away if he wanted to. His heart trembled as Dark Cacao simply allowed him to cradle his cheek, with nothing but a slight furrow of his brow in confusion— likely no one except for him had been this intimate.

He faltered before this likely incredibly selfish choice of his. Wasn’t this being a bit too indulgent?

“Vanilla.” Dark Cacao’s hand came up to his, eyes glimmering in amusement and exasperation. “It’s alright.”

It’s completely unfair, that’s what it is, how pretty Dark Cacao looks even when he’s tired and making fun of him. Pure Vanilla’s resolve solidified then, and he leaned in, heart beating like a rabbit’s, lips brushing against Dark Cacao’s forehead. A pause, and he pulled away. Pure Vanilla really was going to combust if he stayed to see his reaction, so he hastily slipped out of Dark Cacao’s hold and into his room with a rushed “see you tomorrow” thrown over his shoulder.

It was a tactical retreat.

Certainly not an escape.

Pure Vanilla closed the door and slumped against it, fingers pressed to his mouth. Though his face burned with embarrassment, he couldn’t help the giddy smile tugging at his lips, the phantom warmth of Dark Cacao against them lingering. He had kissed Dark Cacao.

It hit him at that moment, that he hadn’t heard Dark Cacao leave until several minutes after his door had closed.

Their friends had definitely noticed a shift in their relationship that night, but to his surprise and relief they didn't say anything. It probably helped that both Golden Cheese and Hollyberry were both horrendously drunk and sleepy and White Lily had retreated back to her bedroom hours ago.

Unfortunately, in the morning, neither of them were quite so lucky to escape a second time.

“So. You and Dark Cacao, huh?” Pure Vanilla can hear the suggestive eyebrow wiggle in Hollyberry’s voice though his staff was off for the moment. His flustered silence was enough of an answer for her, and she whacks him on the back with roaring laughter before slinging an arm over his shoulder. “I suppose, congratulations are in order! Tell me, when’s the wedding?”

He pushes her away, laughing, “No, no, we aren’t… You and the others would have mine and Dark Cacao’s heads for not inviting you if we were—” Pure Vanilla’s face flushes again, and he laments the state of his heart these past few days. “Well, getting married.”

“In any case, I really am glad you two old fuddy-duddies got over yourselves and figured it out.” Her voice gentles a bit then, though it still remains mischievous and teasing.

Pure Vanilla smiles, “I know.” He pauses. “...Were we really that obvious?”

She scoffs and upon looking at his reaction, promptly bursts into laughter again. “There’s only so many ‘completely platonic’ longing glances you can give someone before it becomes unbearable to watch.” The arm around his shoulder tightens to a nearly painful degree. “And you two fools have certainly passed that point centuries ago.” He taps on her arm with a wheeze and she loosens her grip. “While we’re on the subject though…” Pure Vanilla feels an immense sense of foreboding crawling up his spine. “Who confessed first? I have a bet with Goldie and Lily to win.”

Suddenly, he feels a rush of sympathy for Dark Cacao and relief that he had gotten off lucky with just Hollyberry.

“Don’t look so excited, Pure Vanilla. Those two are on their way here after they’re done with Dark Cacao.”

That wedding was never going to happen at this rate if neither of the grooms were alive after an excruciatingly emotionally open conversation.

Pure Vanilla hesitates before the doors of Dark Cacao’s bedroom a few weeks later.

It really was a nice door, he mused, solid, ebony chocowood and intricately carved with weaving designs of mountains and dragons. Oh, who was he kidding? His hand dropped from where he had raised it several times before to knock.

There was no way it should be this difficult to greet Dark Cacao, they had gone through this song and dance countless times. But the previous times, they hadn’t had something tangible between them, something growing and sweet, something that he could now ruin.

Neither of them had quite put a name to this tentative thing between them yet, hesitatingly testing the bounds of their own misgivings and yearslong patterns. A brush of hands, a silent “Is this okay?”, a lingering glance and hidden smile, but nothing as bold as Pure Vanilla that first night. In fact, nothing much had changed at all between them, ignoring the guilt that had been lifted off his shoulders.

He isn’t sure if this is a testament to how unromantic and inexperienced the two of them are or to how their friendship was before they had become— well. Judging from Hollyberry, Golden Cheese, and White Lily’s reactions after though, he’s inclined to believe the latter.

Perhaps it’s terribly juvenile of them, two centuries old men to be acting like this, but Pure Vanilla wouldn’t have it any other way.

Pure Vanilla is jolted out of his thoughts with a hand on his shoulder and the low rumble of Dark Cacao’s voice. “Vanilla?”

He whirls around and coughs, “Cacao! Hello.” Even with his embarrassment at being caught standing out here, his joy at seeing Dark Cacao is unadulterated and genuine. Dark Cacao’s eyebrows raise and the corners of his mouth briefly flicker with amusement.

“I had been looking for you since my attendant told me you had arrived, only to find you standing outside of my bedroom for an age.” At this, his lips curve into a small smile, and though it’s at Pure Vanilla’s expense, he can’t find it in himself to be truly angry. He never could.

“I didn’t want to bother you if you were in the middle of something,” he defends half-heartedly.

Dark Cacao’s eyes go soft and he reaches for Pure Vanilla’s hand with a tinge of hesitation. He offers it up and Dark Cacao tugs him in a bit closer before pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand. Pure Vanilla’s heart flutters at the gentleness, the earnestness of it all, something like yearning thrumming through his veins, but he can have it now.

“You are never a bother, Vanilla,” Dark Cacao says in his characteristic seriousness, in that particular way he always does that makes even the most absurd statements sound like fact. Pure Vanilla doesn’t have a response to that, instead laughing under his breath and brushing a kiss to Dark Cacao’s cheek. Hopefully it’s sufficient. Hopefully one day he’ll believe it.

“We should be off. You mentioned you had something to show me in your latest letter, no?” He winces. That was a horrendous subject change, he would have been eaten alive by the other politicians.

Dark Cacao blinks at him, surely noticing the not-agreement, but he thankfully silently acquiesces to let it go, for now at least. “Right.” He begins to lead them down the hall, and just as Pure Vanilla begins to relax, he says mildly, “By the way— the surprise is a statue of you.”

“No, it is not!” He nearly chokes on his spit in shock and laughter.

Though his smile has long vanished, Dark Cacao’s eyes glimmer with concealed humor, tugging their still-joined hands. “I suppose you will have to see it for yourself then.”

Of course, the surprise did not end up being a statue of Pure Vanilla, instead being the first jonquil blooms of the season. Fondness had welled up inside him, leaving him pleasantly warm and feeling even more pitifully in love with Dark Cacao. He would remember Pure Vanilla’s idle mention of his wish to see them several letters ago.

“What do you think?” Dark Cacao had asked, thumb running against his.

“They’re beautiful. Perfect, as a matter of fact,” he responded, only half about the flowers.

They had then spent the rest of the day meandering around the kingdom, avoiding most of the larger crowds, though at this point, Pure Vanilla was a relatively familiar face to the majority of the citizens. That had led back to the current moment, back in front of the double-doors of Dark Cacao’s bedroom, where the day had begun and was about to end.

“I should be going now,” he murmurs, fingers grazing Dark Cacao’s, brushing off the invisible dust on his shoulders. Any excuse to linger a little longer, to bask in Dark Cacao’s presence. “It’s getting late.”

“…You can stay,” Dark Cacao says. He steps forward and grasps Pure Vanilla’s wrist loosely, mouth set in a slightly awkward line, “if you would like.”

He smiles and returns, slightly teasing, “What do you want, Cacao?” Another little nudge at the long blurred line between them. Dark Cacao was the type to offer things that he wasn’t particularly fond of doing, all for the better of the other in the conversation. How anyone could deem Pure Vanilla as the pinnacle of goodness when Dark Cacao was right there was beyond him.

“You.” His face is entirely too solemn and serious than the situation called for, but Pure Vanilla can’t help the little embarrassed laugh that escapes as he leans down to bury his surely flushed face and giddy smile into the crook of Dark Cacao’s neck.

What a silly, terribly serious, horribly endearing man. His terribly serious, horribly endearing man. Dark Cacao’s arms wrap around his back almost immediately and he presses their cheeks together. Witches, if he doesn’t die horrifically young at the end of some all-powerful evil, Dark Cacao will certainly be the one to kill him with how sweet he’s being.

“…Alright,” Pure Vanilla mumbles. “I’ll stay.”

Pure Vanilla wakes up that morning slowly. A rarer and rarer luxury these days.

In any case, the more important fact is this: he wakes up pleasantly entangled with Dark Cacao, his head tucked under Pure Vanilla’s chin and arms wrapped around his midsection. It’s a bit of a surprise that he had woken up before Dark Cacao, both of them being early risers, but he certainly doesn’t mind being able to stay a bit longer.

Pure Vanilla marvels at this; the way he is now allowed to indulge in his idle fantasies, how he can press his fingers against the raised edges of Dark Cacao’s scars, soothing the pain that he had not been there soon enough to fix, hands brushing the hair away from his face and idly running through the silky strands, fingers feeling the steady beat of his heart, tracing out a silent confession on his back.

It is like this he spends his time before Dark Cacao wakes, eyes blinking blearily into consciousness.

“...Vanilla…morning,” words muffled from where his face is pressed into Pure Vanilla’s collarbone and deeper, slightly slurred from sleep.

He smiles into Dark Cacao’s hair, hands pausing their travels over his body. “Good morning, Cacao.”

“Hardly any morning is good,” he mutters bitterly.

“What about this one then?”

A pause, and Dark Cacao begrudges, “It is one of the better ones, I suppose.” He pulls away slightly from Pure Vanilla to look at him properly in the eyes. Pure Vanilla pushes the reluctant strands out of his face once again, Dark Cacao leaning into the touch, and exuding satisfaction and contentment. He’s never seen him in the light of early morning, the sky not quite blue yet and streaked with pink and orange, softening the harsher edges of Dark Cacao. Here, he isn’t the fierce ruler of the Dark Cacao kingdom, and Pure Vanilla isn’t the near messianic ruler of the Vanilla Kingdom. Here, they are just Vanilla and Cacao.

Dark Cacao seems to catch wind of the direction his thoughts are thinking, and the corners of his eyes crinkle; even with the gentling effect of the morn, his eyes remain like they always have, and he realizes quite belatedly why Dark Cacao had sometimes looked at him in that particular way he couldn’t place before.

“Sleep,” Dark Cacao admonishes gently. “We have time. And you’ve not been sleeping enough lately.”

Another day, Pure Vanilla will look back and wonder why he had chosen that moment in particular to confess when he had been waiting for so long, but in the present, he easily says, without a second thought, “I love you,” and curls back into Dark Cacao’s embrace.

A moment of stunned and quietly pleased silence, and Dark Cacao replies, “I love you too,” and cradles Pure Vanilla’s cheek with a reverent edge to his touch. Pure Vanilla’s eyes curve up into crescents as Dark Cacao asks, “May I?”

It made for, objectively, not a particularly good first kiss, as Pure Vanilla is lying down and Dark Cacao is propped up on his elbow and neither of them have not gotten ready for the day yet, but Pure Vanilla can’t find it in himself to care. It’s not so much a kiss as it is their smiles pressing together and it is not perfect, but perfect nonetheless, because he is kissing Cacao, and Cacao is kissing him.

Dark Cacao finally pulls away, smiling in that luminous, incandescent way he hasn’t since the Academy, and Pure Vanilla can feel a matching one straining at his cheeks.

“Another?” Pure Vanilla asks, hands reaching up to cup Dark Cacao’s face.

He’s already leaning down before Pure Vanilla hears his response, “Of course.”

Of course, of course, of course.

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