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It’s been years.
The chants and wishes of the Order stay stuck in her mind. It’s her duty, she is the chosen one, and the Creators have chosen her for this.
She could hear her own voice, distorted and deep, crying out once she’d transformed. "You’re their secret weapon; you mustn’t speak a word!" clawed hands clutched a bouquet, harsh words from the Mother..
Bolting upright, her chest heaves as the memories fade from her mind. A glance next to her proves this isn’t her reality anymore. Wedding Cake Cookie sleeps next to her, snoring softly. Her own hands don’t feel right next to a being this pristine. When fingers shift into claws, she rushes out of bed to their bathroom.
Black Forest Cookie heaves for breath, coughs and chokes on it. Running to the sink, she stabilizes herself on it while her hands tremble against the marble. Tears rush down her cheeks, and she fails to notice her beloved stirring until she’s standing in the doorway, tired eyes staring in concern.
“Dearest, what’s the matter?” Wedding Cake Cookie’s voice is soft, with a lingering drowsiness that’s hard to ignore. Black Forest shakes her head and tips it down in shame.
Her wife rushes to her side and wraps her in an embrace. Black Forest doesn’t notice her legs buckling until Wedding Cake sweeps her off of her feet. They move slowly to their bed, and Wedding Cake whispers sweet comforts in her ear the whole way.
They settle into bed, Black Forest curled up against the chest of her wife. Fingers smooth through her hair, a kiss is pressed to her head, and Black Forest feels she can breathe again.
Both of them know they will talk about this in the morning, but for now, Wedding Cake is content to let her beloved drift into a peaceful sleep.