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The Sage had been visiting his dearest Recluse today, doing what he usually did - yap to the point Recluse felt as if his head would short circuit any moment. According to Recluse, who may or may not have actually enjoyed the Sage’s ramblings (which that liar of a cookie would never admit to) there was not much out of the ordinary. Just their usual interactions as they typically did.
Today that took place at the little coffee table the Recluse had standing in his rather dusty living room. He did have a taste for decorating interiors, yes, but not for keeping his shelves clean from all the dust that must have gathered there for eons. Perhaps that fust was even more ancient than the cookie himself? The Sage giggled in his head at that thought.
“‘Clusey, did ya still not dust off your shelves?”
A grumble.
Sage had asked this before- albeit it had been a while, his Recluse did not like repeats of questions… well! He still wanted the love of his life not to live inhaling dust everyday as if it were part of the interior decoration and furniture. No, that just won’t do!
“Hey, come on ‘Clusey! I didn’t mean that I want you to clean this on your own~ I will help!”
The cookie rolled his eyes before looking away. No interest.
“Aw… oh I am heartbroken!”
A huff. “Exaggeration.”
“No! No!” the Sage shook his head violently as he got up to float over to his Sage. “It is not an exaggeration at all dear! Well, I will be taking care of it when you blink anyway~ but what a shame that my love doesn’t want to clean his house with me!”
“Are you trying to domesticate me?”
“No idea what you’re talking about! Aaanyway-“ the Sage conjured a portal with his magic and grabbed into it as if he were looking for something.
“…? What are you doing?”
“Ah ah ah! Shush, shush now! My love, oh you are so impatient!… Ah! Here it is!”
The Recluse ever so slightly tilted his head as the Sage pulled something out of the portal. Well, he had poor vision so he had no clue what it was, however he could tell that it was colorful…
“Say ahh!” The Sage poked at the Recluse’s mouth with something sweet smelling. It was round like a marble, a bit sticky and certainly not soft. Candy.
The Recluse pulled back a little rather than letting the Sage have his way with feeding the Recluse, pouting as he turned his head away, maybe to hide the blush that crept up his face.
The dark cookie cleared his throat. “Witches, you are unbearable.”
The Sage, enlightened by the little blush that had grown on his partner’s face though, immediately threw his arms onto the other’s shoulders, pulling him into an embrace which left the cookie of deceit making a slightly startled gasp.
“Oh! ‘Clusey you’re adorable~” he placed a little kiss onto the cookie’s cheek while the other lightly struggled to get away. He did not want to truly get away, but alas he had to fight to show some resistance. For what? He did not really know.
He muttered a half-hearted “Ugh… Sage- hands off-”, to which the other cookie muuuch to his dismay did not oblige.
“Oh but what’s the fun in letting go now?~”
Clingy, and starting to flirt again. Recluse had to get creative.
…
He knew what to do.
The cookie quickly reached to grab the other cookie’s hand, which still held that piece of candy. Of course, the Sage’s eyes widened as the Recluse suddenly grabbed his hand with how easily flustered he was!
But before he could respond or even think to utter something close to a response, the Recluse swiftly pried the little piece of candy out of the Sage’s warm grasp, the hand which now held said candy creeping to the Sage’s chest with an idea.
The Sage’s eyes basically sparkled – “Oh, ‘Clusey! Change your mind? Are you going to eat i-”
He was swiftly interrupted by a candy being placed in between his lips, pausing to savor the taste, to which the Recluse let out a hum. He loved the look on the blue cookie’s face, it was one of a surprised expression with a hint of a faint deep purple slowly becoming more and more visible.
What an adorable blush the other had, Recluse thought to himself.
“Enjoying the candy?”
The Sage nodded. “Mhm..” and of course, he was not one to speak with a full mouth. That cookie’s manners were usually great. With the exception being towards his dearest Recluse at times. No matter that though, the Sage currently seemed to also wonder where his Recluse was going with this, tilting his head slightly.
And he would soon receive his answer.
“Hmm… I’m not sure, what if you simply just got the best one out of the batch you brought to me and the others aren’t nearly as good as the one you got?”
The Sage was about to break his mannerisms and assure Recluse that no, there was not a change in quality when he suddenly felt the other’s breath on his lips.
“Oh Sage… I just can’t believe you’re eating the best one from the batch without sharing.”, he teased briefly, lips meeting Sage’s before he could reply.
What met him was a sweet taste of a mix of a sugary, sweet taste of blueberries. The candy certainly was delicious- the Recluse had expected that given Sage’s foods for Recluse were always made or cooked with way too much effort. Sage would always say that he would never feed his Recluse ‘anything short of perfection!’ afterall.
But notably today the candy tasted especially good. Perhaps Sage’s blueberry taste mixing with his own Vanilla helped.
The cookie couldn’t help but smirk mid-kiss, as the two of them wrapped their arms gently around each other, staying there until eventually the candy was fully dissolved.
It was only then, when they realized the lack of oxygen, the Recluse broke the kiss as both of them gasped for air.
“Ah… Witches- ‘Clusey-” He gasped for air. “You-”
The Recluse, also still panting, rested his head on the Sage’s neck, bidding Sage to pause as they moved onto the Recluse’s couch to get comfortable.
The blue cookie looked at the other nuzzling into his neck. “You’re adorable.”
“Shut up.”
The Sage giggled softly. “Mm you know I won’t.”
And in turn, the Recluse grumbled once again.
“Oh my dearest Recluse.. I love you.”
Sage was sure that after a moment, he heard the faintest “I love you too” from the other cookie, which made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. He smiled, as he continued hugging onto the other cookie, accepting that today would not be the day they cleaned the dusty mess that was Recluse’s house. He couldn’t say no to a cuddling session.