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Assistant: Title: The Ancient and the Beast
        Author: Shadzy04 Shadzy04 
        Chapter: 3/3 
        Summary: At the chaotic Citadel of Runes and Knowledge University, brooding outcast Shadow Milk Cookie and golden-boy Pure Vanilla Cookie are reluctantly partnered for a high-stakes magical assignment. Old feelings resurface, tensions spark, and a spell mishap causes them to swap personalities.Now Shadow’s stuck being polite and sweet, while Vanilla suddenly craves destruction and eyeliner. With their worlds flipped and feelings exposed, they must learn to work together to hide this from their friends and fix it, or risk magical collapse and emotional disaster.
        Contents: Chapter 3: His Shadow, My Skin
    

    


      
        
          Idk why, but this chapter made me feel so claustrophobic while writing this 😭😭😭Some things probably don’t make sense, but I feel lazy rn, so… 💀💀💀
            
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  They stayed up all night.

  
    All night.
  

  But found nothing. No counterspell in the grimoires, no resonance disruptor in the spellbooks, no magical failsafe hidden in the footnotes of “Advanced Thaumaturgy and Emotional Collapse.”

  Now they were in Shadow Milk’s car, driving to school.

  Vanilla was reclined in the passenger seat like a vampire who’d decided to audit life science for fun, dark eyeliner smudged perfectly, one leg kicked up on the dash like he owned the vehicle. He was sipping a canned coffee like it owed him something and watching the sunrise like he was personally judging it.

  Shadow, now wearing oversized sunglasses to disguise the cosmic-level glow radiating from the sparkle in his eyes, clutched the steering wheel with the desperation of a man one motivational quote away from emotional implosion.

  At least they were dressed like normal, the hair and makeup being an acception. 

  “You sparkle in direct sunlight,” Vanilla said, not looking at him. “Like a cursed lawn ornament.”

  “I will drive us off a cliff,” Shadow muttered.

  “Do it,” Vanilla whispered. “Maybe then we’ll swap back on impact.”

  A pause.

  “Was that a threat,” Shadow asked slowly, “or a flirt?”

  Vanilla smirked and sipped his coffee. “Yes.”

  Shadow groaned and banged his forehead lightly against the wheel at the next red light. “This is unbearable. I’m going to walk into campus and someone’s going to ask me if I’m leading a meditation circle.”

  “You could,” Vanilla offered lightly. “You have the vibe now. You look like you’ve forgiven your parents and made peace with the moon.”

  “I’ve done neither of those things!”

  Vanilla shrugged, gaze fixed out the window. “Your aura says otherwise.”

  “I hate that you know that.”

  “Mm.”

  They lapsed into silence, the kind that clung to the inside of the car like leftover incense and poor decisions.

  Eventually, Shadow sighed and muttered, “Did you really mean it? When you said being me didn’t sound so bad?”

  Vanilla didn’t answer right away. Then, softer, “I did.”

  Shadow blinked.

  “…Oh.” His cheeks felt warm

  Vanilla glanced at him, just briefly. “You were right about one thing, though.”

  “What’s that?”

  Vanilla leaned his head back against the window, a faint smile playing on his lips. “You do look like a motivational spirit guide. And yet, somehow, I still want to kiss you stupid.”

  Shadow Milk made a sound, like the squeak of a mouse, missed the turn, and nearly drove into a bush.

  Vanilla took another sip of coffee, completely unfazed.

  Best. Curse. Ever.

  ——————

  The two walked down the hall, getting weird stares from everyone who saw them.

  “Look, don’t tell anyone about… us switching personalities. Act like your old self to the best of your abilities,” Shadow hissed, clutching his hoodie strings like a rosary. “We can’t let anyone know about this.”

  Vanilla raised a perfectly shaped brow. “You mean lie to everyone we know and pretend everything’s fine while silently spiraling?”

  “Yes. That’s called ‘being in school,’ Vanilla.”

  Vanilla sighed, slouching against a row of lockers like he belonged in an indie coming-of-age film. “Fine. I’m just going through a ‘dark phase’ and you’re experiencing a ‘spiritual awakening.’”

  “That’s not far from the truth,” Shadow muttered.

  “Exactly.”

  A student passed them in the hall and immediately did a double take, whispering something urgently to their friend. Two more paused, staring openly.

  “Okay,” Shadow said, voice dry. “That’s the fourth person who’s looked at me like I just offered them a healing crystal and a freshly baked scone.”

  Pure Vanilla laughed, and Shadow Milk thought his stomach would fall to the floor from the amount of butterflies he was feeling. 

  “Pure Vanilla?”

  They both turned.

  It was White Lily, calm, radiant, a vision in a white blouse and dark green skirt, she barely concealed her concern. Her hair shimmered like petals in the morning light, and her brow furrowed the moment her eyes landed on him.

  “You’re here early,” she said carefully, gaze sweeping over his dark eyeliner and golden, faded cobalt hair like she was trying to determine if this was a phase or a possession. “And… dressed like a poet who’s lost faith in the stars.”

  Vanilla smiled, lazy and sharp. “Just embracing the void. You should try it sometime.”

  Her expression didn’t shift. Not immediately. Then she blinked. Once. Twice. Like her entire soul was buffering.

  “…Are you alright?”

  “I’m fine,” he said smoothly. “Just reevaluating my relationship with light and innocence.”

  White Lily stared at him for a long beat, then turned her eyes, slowly, to Shadow.

  Who smiled. Actually smiled. It looked like a nervous beam and probably radiated serotonin.

  White Lily’s face did not hide her horror.

  “Shadow Milk!” A gruff voice yelled. “Is that you?”

  Shadow Milk froze. Not Burning Spice, 
  
    anyone
  
   but Burning Spice. Okay, maybe not Eternal Sugar, but 
  
    still. 
  

  He strode down the hall like a steam-powered war machine. He stopped in front of them, narrowed his eyes at Shadow, and frowned like he’d just discovered someone had put out a fire.

  “You… smell like vanilla,” Burning Spice said, voice heavy with suspicion. “And peace.”

  Shadow swallowed, hard. “I… it’s a new body spray,” he lied, very poorly. “Limited edition. Enlightenment Mist.”

  Pure Vanilla choked on a laugh behind his hand. Shadow shot him a glare so sharp it could have popped balloons.

  Burning Spice sniffed again and leaned closer, squinting. “Are you wearing… lip balm?”

  Shadow flinched. “No?”

  Burning Spice pointed. “Your lips are shiny.”

  “Hydrated!” Shadow yelped. “I mean… hydrated with hatred. And sarcasm.”

  Burning Spice looked deeply unsettled.

  “Are you feeling okay?” he asked. “You’re glowing. Like, actually glowing.”

  “Yup! Totally good, just… experimenting with… gold and glitter and… “He gagged. “Witches, I’m gonna be sick.”

  Pure Vanilla grabbed him, and shoved him to a garbage can. 

  “Thanks ‘Nilly.”

  “No problem, Sparkles!”

  Burning Spice and White Lily looked at each other, then back at the pair.

  Burning Spice looked like he was trying to decode advanced calculus with a crayon.

  White Lily looked like she was mentally drafting a full intervention plan. With handouts.

  “What,” Burning Spice said flatly, “is going on.”

  “Absolutely nothing,” Shadow said too fast, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his annoyingly radiant hoodie. “Just a normal morning. No curses. No identity crises. Just some mild glitter-induced nausea.”

  “Glitter-induced-” White Lily began, then stopped herself. She turned to Vanilla, who was now examining his black nails like a bored vampire on break. “Did you cast something?”

  Vanilla shrugged, entirely too calm. “No.”

  “You’re both acting off,” White Lily said slowly. “And by off, I mean one of you is smiling like… 
  
    that,
  
   and the other is being vaguely tolerable.”

  “Rude,” Shadow muttered.

  “Accurate,” she replied, without missing a beat.

  Burning Spice crossed his arms, muscles bulging slightly under his jacket. “So, are you like… dating now? Or something?”

  Shadow turned so red he nearly matched the lockers.

  “NO,” he squeaked.

  “Not yet,” Vanilla said with a smirk and a wink.

  White Lily gawked at Pure Vanilla’s attitude.

  Burning Spice, who had gone completely silent in the background, suddenly muttered, “If they’re not dating now, they’re going to be married by finals.”

  Shadow turned bright pink again. “Can you 
  
    stop saying that?!
  
  ”

  “I will,” Vanilla said lightly, “as soon as you stop looking at me like I hung the stars.”

  “I don’t-! I mean-!!” Shadow flailed and promptly tripped over his own shoe.

  Vanilla caught him by the wrist, fluid and cool, the gesture so practiced it looked choreographed. “Careful, Sparkles.”

  White Lily looked at them. Then looked at the heavens. Then looked very seriously like she wanted to lie down in the middle of the hallway and astral project to a better timeline.

  “I uh… guess I’ll see you later, Vanilla…” White Lily muttered then quickly walked away.

  Burning Spice then did the same.

  “Oh my witches, that was so bad…” Shadow Milk muttered.

  Vanilla tilted his head, watching their retreating backs. “That could’ve gone worse.”

  Shadow gaped at him. “Worse? White Lily thinks I’ve been replaced by a celestial life coach and Burning Spice thinks I’m in a relationship with 
  
    you.
  
  ”

  Vanilla blinked slowly. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

  Shadow groaned and slammed his forehead against the nearest locker. “This is my reputation we’re talking about. I’ve spent 
  
    years
  
   cultivating the perfect image of gloom and barely contained magical chaos. I can’t be seen blushing in public.”

  Vanilla laughed. “You just tripped over air and let me catch you like a swooning damsel. I think that ship has sailed, crashed, and been turned into an angsty sea shanty.”

  Shadow groaned louder. “We need to fix this. Now. Before someone else sees us and thinks I’ve discovered self-worth.”

  “Too late,” came a new voice from down the hall.

  They turned to see Espresso Cookie approaching, looking tired, judgmental, and two seconds away from reading them both into another dimension.

  He stopped a few feet away, eyes flicking over Shadow’s glowing skin, then Vanilla’s eyeliner, then back again.

  He sipped from his travel mug, utterly deadpan. “Did you two… fall into a cursed hot spring of self-discovery or something?”

  “No,” Shadow said at the exact same time Vanilla said, “Yes.”

  Espresso raised an eyebrow. “Right.”

  There was a long, deeply awkward silence.

  Vanilla smiled faintly. “Would you believe it’s a high-level experimental empathy spell?”

  Espresso looked unimpressed. “Would 
  
    you
  
   believe I don’t care?”

  “Great,” Shadow said quickly. “Then we can just forget this ever happened and go about our day like nothing’s wrong.”

  Espresso took another long sip. “You’re glowing. And not metaphorically.”

  Shadow covered his face with both hands. “I hate everything.” he whined.

  Vanilla patted his back like he was soothing a small, sad animal. “Don’t worry, Sparkles. You’re handling this surprisingly well.”

  “That is 
  
    not
  
   reassuring.”

  Espresso turned to walk away, already pulling out his planner. “If you two kiss in the hallway, I’m dropping out.”

  “We’re not going to kiss in the hallway!” Shadow shouted after him, horrified.

  “Mm,” Espresso hummed. “Not what it looked like earlier.”

  Vanilla smirked and leaned in just enough to brush his shoulder against Shadow’s. “He’s not wrong.”

  Shadow made a strangled noise that was half protest, half nervous breakdown.

  And somewhere down the hall, Espresso muttered, “I need stronger coffee.”

  Shadow turned to Vanilla, eyes wide, hair slightly frizzed from stress. “We 
  
    have
  
   to fix this. Before I start journaling.”

  Vanilla’s grin was slow, wicked, and way too fond. “Too late. You’re halfway to enlightenment already.”

  Shadow shoved him. Lightly. But didn’t move away.

  And as the bell rang, they started walking toward class again.still glowing, still cursed, still very much 
  
    not
  
   fine.

  ——————

  Shadow Milk had managed to avoid the rest of the Beasts until lunch block.

  He sighed like it physically hurt and trudged into the courtyard, glowing faintly and praying no one would notice. That hope died immediately when-

  “I 
  
    told
  
   you!” Burning Spice shouted from his perch on the dead courtyard tree, pointing accusingly like he’d just caught Shadow trying to hug a puppy.

  Shadow flinched. “Told them 
  
    what?”
  

  “That you were going soft!” Burning Spice crowed, sliding down from the branch with all the subtlety of a war drum. “And now look at you, 
  
    glowing!
  
   That’s like, the opposite of brooding.”

  Shadow collapsed onto the stone bench beside the others, pulling his hood down over his cursed radiant face like it might hide him from the universe.

  “I’m not soft,” he muttered.
  
     I’m temporarily suffering from an unscheduled magical personality inversion. Very different.
  

  Eternal Sugar, perched cross-legged on the bench’s backrest, tilted their head and blinked slowly. “You smell like sunlight and vanilla.”

  “That’s trauma,” Shadow groaned. “Vanilla-scented trauma.”

  Mystic Flour blinked once. “Are you wearing mascara?”

  “No.”

  “Your lashes are fluttering,” She said emotionlessly.

  “I’m stressed!”

  Silent Salt raised a slow eyebrow from his usual seat at the edge of the fountain, expression unreadable as always, but even he gave him a once-over like he’d grown daisies out of his skull. It looked like he wasn’t speaking today.

  Burning Spice crossed his arms. “Okay, but you 
  
    let him catch you this morning.
  
   Like a damsel.”

  “It was gravity,” Shadow growled.

  “Shadow Milk, what is…” Eternal Sugar’s voice drowned out as he saw Pure Vanilla walk into the courtyard, to the Ancient’s table.

  Witches, this was annoying, soon he’d probable space out like Vanilla always does. 

  He’ll start thinking of the long, flowing golden-cobalt tresses that are probably softer than silk.

  The sharp pointy fangs he now had, so sharp, they could break skin.

  That smirk that showed a glimpse of those fangs.

  “Shadow Milk!” Eternal Sugar shook him.

  “Huh?” He looked over. 

  “You were zoning out,” she said, eyes narrowed with interest. “And smiling. Like... wistfully. That’s a new low~”

  “I wasn’t smiling,” Shadow snapped.

  “You were,” Mystic Flour confirmed, voice flat as ever. “It was disturbing.”

  Silent Salt held up a notebook. On the page:
  
    
  
  You looked like you were composing a love sonnet.

  Shadow flailed. “I was 
  
    not
  
   composing anything! I was just… thinking about strategic vulnerabilities! His fangs are sharp! That’s a threat!”

  “Since when did Pure Vanilla have fangs?” Mystic Flour asked.

  “Speaking of fangs, where are yours?” Eternal Sugar asked.

  Shadow’s hands flew to his mouth. “What?”

  “Your fangs,” Eternal Sugar repeated, examining him like a lab experiment with a personal vendetta. “Usually you're one angry poem away from biting someone, but you have no fangs.”

  Shadow Milk Cookie let out a screech. 

  ——————

  Witches, this was not Pure Vanilla’s day.

  After 
  
    another
  
   incident with White Lily, where she cornered him in the hallway like an exorcist with a grudge, hissing soul-purification chants under her breath, Vanilla had spent the morning ducking behind statues and moving between broom closets like a criminal evading divine judgment.

  He skipped every class with the Ancients he had. The old him would’ve cried into a syllabus for missing even one. But now?

  He was on canned coffee number six and hadn’t made eye contact with a single professor. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t care. Didn’t blink.

  Eventually, lunch arrived. And with it, obligation.

  The Ancients’ table loomed like a shrine to disapproval. If he didn’t sit there, Hollyberry would roar, White Lily would astrally project into his dorm, and Dark Cacao would probably initiate disciplinary prayer.

  So he went.

  He walked into the courtyard like a storm cloud in slow motion. Hair pretty. Eyeliner perfect. Expression unreadable. If serenity and menace had a child, it would look like him.

  But his gaze flickered across the stone courtyard, and there, bathed in faint golden glow, was the reason he was falling apart like an expensive spellbook left in the rain.

  Shadow Milk Cookie.

  He looked like something Vanilla had no right to think about in public.

  Vanilla averted his gaze, jaw tight, and sat at the Ancients’ table like a curse had dragged him there.

  Across the courtyard, Burning Spice, loud, chaotic, and five seconds from combusting, was yelling something about Shadow “going soft.” Eternal Sugar looked like they were trying to diagnose him with vibes. Mystic Flour was asking if he wore mascara, which, honestly, fair.

  Then Shadow’s glow dimmed. Only a little. Just enough to cast a long, wistful glance across the courtyard.

  Vanilla met his eyes.

  Oh no.

  Shadow looked away fast, like he’d just been caught doodling little hearts around Vanilla’s name.

  Vanilla blinked slowly. 
  
    Oh no,
  
   again.

  He quickly walked to the Ancients table and sat down.

  “Witches,” Dark Cacao muttered, setting down his scroll. “White Lily wasn’t exaggerating.”

  Golden Cheese leaned forward, squinting. “Did you join a death cult or just lose a bet?”

  Vanilla took a slow sip of coffee. “I’m fine.”

  “You missed three classes,” Hollyberry said, voice hard. “That’s not fine. That’s suspicious.”

  “This is my villain era,” Vanilla said calmly.

  “He’s been like this all day.” White Lily sighed. 

  Pure Vanilla rolled his eyes. “You act like changing things up is a bad thing.”

  “You’re wearing eyeliner,” White Lily said, ice in her voice.

  He smirked. “Am I?”

  “You dyed your hair,” she snapped. “You’re radiating dark magic. Your aura looks like it lost custody of its optimism.”

  “I reevaluated my relationship with light,” he said. “We’re on a break.”

  Golden Cheese snorted, but even she looked wary now. “That’s… not normal behavior.”

  Dark Cacao’s eyes narrowed. “What happened, Vanilla?”

  Vanilla shrugged. “Call it… growth.”

  “No,” Hollyberry said, voice sharp. “This isn’t growth. This is sabotage. Your whole presence feels wrong.”

  White Lily’s hands were folded in her lap, but her expression screamed intervention. “Are you being influenced?”

  Vanilla didn’t answer.

  He looked across the courtyard.

  Shadow. Hood up. Glow fading. Eyes twitching. Mystic Flour had leaned closer to examine him like a dissection project. Eternal Sugar was now gently poking his arm with a crystal fork.

  Vanilla looked back.

  “No,” he said, voice calm and empty.

  “You’re lying,” White Lily said.

  “Shadow Milk’s always been creepy,” Hollyberry muttered. “He and his little beast gang think they’re untouchable.”

  “I don’t know what you see in him, Vanilla.” Dark Cacao sighed. 

  Before Vanilla could reply, a shriek split the air, and Shadow came sprinting across the courtyard like a meteor with a hoodie. The Beasts were behind him in full chaos formation.

  Burning Spice yelling. Eternal Sugar floating. Mystic Flour jogging like it was part of a ritual. Silent Salt keeping pace like a secretary from hell.

  Shadow skidded to a halt in front of the Ancients’ table and grabbed Vanilla’s jacket like it was a lifeline.

  “Vanilla!” he hissed. “We have a problem!”

  Vanilla didn’t blink. “Add it to the list.”

  “I… I have no fangs.”

  Silence.

  “You’re serious?” Vanilla asked, already grinning.

  “Yes I’m serious!” Shadow yelped. “They’re gone, and now I look like I do tarot readings for toddlers!”

  Vanilla let out a breathless chuckle. “You smell like bergamot and regret.”

  “I 
  
    feel
  
   like bergamot and regret!”

  Golden Cheese howled with laughter. “This is incredible.”

  White Lily, however, was not amused. She stood, jaw tight, eyes cold.

  
    “What
  
   are you doing here, Shadow Milk?” She asked. 

  “Oh, hi <PRESIDIO_ANONYMIZED_PERSON>!” Shadow said brightly, beaming. Actually beaming, startling everyone, including himself. “GAH-! 
  
    What the hell was that?”
  

  “Sparkles, did you just smile?” Vanilla asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “I- No… Maybe?!”

  Pure Vanilla had to cover his mouth with his hand to keep himself from laughing

  White Lily stepped around the table. “You shouldn’t be here. This is the Ancients’ table.”

  Shadow blinked. “What, is that a law now?”

  “It is,” Dark Cacao said grimly, folding his arms. “Unspoken. Obvious.”

  “I just found out my fangs were gone,” Shadow said, hands flailing. “You think I care about seating politics right now?!”

  “You never care about anything,” Hollyberry snapped. “Which is exactly why no one trusts you.”

  Eternal Sugar finally caught up, gliding to a stop with a smirk. “Jealous much, sweetheart~?” She winked. 

  “Of what?” Golden Cheese said, eyes narrowed. “Your floating? You’re not the only one with wings.” 

  “Of our relevance,” Mystic Flour added coolly. “Your group name is ‘The Ancients’, you sound like old people, but ‘The Beasts’ sounds like we’re dangerous, feral, and possibly banned from five kingdoms,” Mystic Flour finished calmly, pushing her glasses up like she’d just won a debate.

  Golden Cheese stood. “You 
  
    are
  
   banned from five kingdoms.”

  “That’s a marketing success,” Eternal Sugar said with a dreamy smile. “Fear is brand loyalty.”

  White Lily’s eye twitched. “This is exactly the problem. Your entire group is unbalanced, uncivilized, and-”

  “Actually…” Shadow said, a bit quieter this time, rubbing the back of his neck. “They’ve been really supportive lately.”

  Every head turned.

  “What the f@ck, Shadow Milk?” Burning Spice’s jaw dropped. 

  Shadow blinked. “What?”

  “You just complimented us,” Mystic Flour said flatly. “Voluntarily.”

  “I…” He hesitated, looking confused at himself. “I don’t know! I’m sorry!”

  Eternal Sugar let out a dramatic gasp, placing her hand over her chest. “You just-”

  Shadow huffed and looked at her. “Don’t make it weird.”

  Vanilla had to cover his face with both hands to keep from laughing.

  “But… but you’re Shadow Milk!” Golden Cheese said. “You don’t apologize! You don’t even care!”

  “I know!” Shadow cried, sinking to sit beside Vanilla without even asking for permission, like the chaos had just… left him. “But now my insides feel like soup! And not even the violent kind!”

  “You used to hex people for breathing wrong,” White Lily said, voice sharp.

  “I still can!” Shadow protested. “I just… haven’t wanted to. Today. Yet.”

  Vanilla peeked out from behind his hand. “That’s progress.”

  “And you!” White Lily snapped, turning on him now. “You’re enabling this! You’re skipping class and dyeing your hair and walking around like someone cursed you with eyeliner and emotional complexity!”

  Vanilla sipped his coffee, calm. “I told you. Growth.”

  Shadow tilted his head, gaze lingering on him. “…I like your eyeliner.”

  Vanilla blinked.

  “Seriously,” Shadow said, quieter now. “It suits you.”

  Vanilla stared at him.

  A full second passed.

  Then two.

  Shadow, perched beside him like a moody cat who had just remembered how feelings worked, flushed under the attention. “Not like- I mean- it just looks good, okay? I’m not flirting. Or maybe I am. I don’t know anymore. My entire personality is missing and you’re wearing it like cologne.”

  Vanilla didn’t blink. “And you’re sitting like me.”

  “Because I am you right now!” Shadow hissed under his breath. 

  “You’re doing great,” Vanilla said dryly, sipping his coffee. 

  Shadow shot him a look. 

  “…Okay,” Mystic Flour said at last. “No offense, but what the hell is happening between you two?”

  “Nothing,” they both said at the same time.

  They looked at each other.

  Vanilla blinked once. Slowly.

  Shadow blinked back.

  “…Is this a bit?” Hollyberry asked, brows drawn.

  “No,” said both of them.

  “Yes,” they corrected. Then “No,” again.

  White Lily looked like she was about to astrally combust. “You two are acting weird. Like your souls went through a laundry cycle together and came out the wrong sizes.”

  “I’m just having a good day,” Shadow said.

  “And I’m just tired of being predictable,” Vanilla added.

  “That’s all,” they said together.

  Shadow tried not to smile.

  He failed.

  Vanilla noticed.

  He smiled back, his fangs visible. 

  Shadow’s face felt like it was on fire.

  White Lily slammed her palms onto the table. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you two, but I will find out.”

  Shadow and Vanilla, looked at her, and in unison said, “Good luck.”

  And then, Vanilla passed Shadow his coffee. Shadow took it without flinching.

  And the courtyard descended into chaos.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

    
      
        
        
          Smilk is starting to feel the full effect of the spell teehee 🤭I can’t wait to write PV and Smilk when they finally feel the full effect of each other’s personalities XDWhite Lily was kind of a b@tch in this ngl… I feel bad because she’s one of my favorite characters, but oh well, she was killed in my last book, in one of the early chapters, so she’ll be an antagonist here to play a bigger role lmfaoooo (/j) I’m tired 😭😭😭'
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