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    What lingers first in Pure Vanilla’s memory are two eyes— cyan and blue.

    They were not simply colors, not merely shades to be catalogued among the blossoms that lined the Vanilla hills. They were shadows caught in ice, stars buried in snow. And in the middle of all that frost, a boy who looked too small for the crown that would one day press against his brow, eyes too large for the timid boy who held them.

    Pure Vanilla had not known then that love could strike so young.

    He had thought it the sort of thing that bloomed late, like the orchids that only flowered when the sun coaxed them after patient months of waiting.

    But with Shadow Milk, it was not coaxed— it was immediate.

    Pure Vanilla is six, and he knows he's in love.

    (It never changes)

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    04 Jul 2026

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    “You dressed up for me, didn’t you?”

    The prince flushed instantly— cheeks warm, ears turning red beneath the fall of gold in his hair.

    “I—I did not,” he managed, far too quickly.

    The stranger froze. And then— he howled.

    A laugh tore from his chest, loud and wild. Not the sly little chuckle he usually exhaled, but something full-bodied and absolutely delighted.

    “You— you actually did!” he gasped, clutching his stomach as if the absurdity physically hurt him. “Oh, witches, I was only teasing! I didn’t think—oh, you dumb, dumb prince!”

    Pure Vanilla, still very much crimson-faced, crossed his arms lightly, trying— and failing —not to let the corner of his mouth twitch.

    “I did not dress up for you,” he repeated, softer this time.

    The thief wiped the corner of his eye, breath hitching between the remains of his laughter. “Oh, please, don’t lie to me now, little prince. I’m already touched.” He sat up straighter, juggling his half-eaten apple as if he was a jester in mid act. “You waltzed into the woods looking almost like a bride, I mean! Witches! You’ve got enough metal on you to ransom a kingdom!"

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    20 Mar 2026

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    Touching his fingertips to the page, Evbo traces the golden lines of his hair, meticulously drawn by a careful hand. The green of his irises shimmers faintly, iridescent from whatever pigment Seawatt had used.

    Do my eyes really shine like that?


    OR: After Seawatt's death, Evbo finds his sketchbook filled with countless drawings of him, and learns how he really saw him.

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    23 Nov 2025

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    “Seriously, promise me you’ll be more careful next time. I don’t know what I’ll do if you die.”

    Evbo sucked in a breath.

    It wasn’t a comment that required deeper thought. They were tentative allies, just until Seawatt could afford to betray him. Evbo knew that. He knew that he was playing with fire, waiting for the burn.

    But, for the time being, the warmth was so nice. The concern in Seawatt’s eyes was intoxicating, inescapable. Evbo wanted to believe it was real.

    - or -

    Evbo spends the night in their makeshift base before going for the Neo Legend Disc. Conversations and realizations ensue.

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    23 Nov 2025

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    Even with his stores of near-infinite knowledge, D3rlord3 was not prepared for the sight that awaited him when he answered his front door:

    On his doorstep stood a scrappy-looking young man in a Hawaiian shirt, cargo shorts, and a beaming smile. In his hand was D3rlord3’s hastily-written book.

    The man, still smiling, tilted his head and asked, “Did you write this?”

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    16 Nov 2025