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Wells, the cursed musician, had ran away from an oppressive misandrist cult two years ago to start a new life in the quaint village Swans. However, the paranoia never quite left him, and eventually he locked himself away, and most people presumed him dead. Confident he would never be found by the cult’s leader, Lady Ophelia, he grew content with the life of isolation.
But all things come to an end eventually. Craven, the strange sentient doll who calls himself Wells’ neighbour, shows up at his home, and Wells, for the first time in his life, finds himself having to face both the curse and his past head-on.
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‘Shadow Milk hated everything.
His new home was absolutely nothing like the Spire. Instead of darkness and illusions and cards and everything he took pleasure in, this new…castle was more like a display room for the golden glory of his so-called other half, Pure Vanilla. Witches, Pure Vanilla was everything the beast despised - gentle, benevolent, kind, endlessly kind - so living in a castle, in a little room that reflected this person exactly was like a bright, living nightmare.’
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After Pure Vanilla’s awakening, he grows a pair of wings, which Shadow Milk reluctantly agrees to preen.
Halfway through, the ancient comes up with an exhilarating idea.
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Shadow Milk sighed.
He stood in a darkened room, every ounce of moonlight blocked with conjured curtains of blackness, every star blotted out with a barely masked misery. The room itself was golden and beautiful, everything about it was so Pure Vanilla that it physically hurt. He could just destroy all of it right this instant!
But, he didn’t. Not yet, no.
[a fic in which Shadow Milk revisits his past]