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Only the sound of panting and the occasional clashing of spears can be heard.
“Shadow Milk,” Pure Vanilla breathed out, leaning on his weapon as the bottom stands mounted into the ground. “Let’s put… an end to this,” he continued.
Pure Vanilla wished he could see Shadow Milk’s face right now, just to know what could possibly be running through his head. Pure Vanilla could only see a blurry, trembling silhouette, presumably shaking with rage.
Shadow Milk didn’t reply, instead responding with a charge towards the other, his spear ready for attack. Pure Vanilla grit his teeth and braced himself, blocking with his staff. Shadow Milk wordlessly continued his assault on Pure Vanilla, though failing to land a straight hit.
Pure Vanilla was growing tired, having fought for so long with no outcome.
“Shadow Milk…” he groans warningly, trying to keep the aggressive male at a distance. He knew we was at his limit, and was about to break
“Hhng—“ Pure Vanilla gasped, feeling a sharp, piercing pain at his right shoulder. He felt the cold metal slide through his skin and muscle, coming out the other side.
In a split second, the spear was pierced through the ground also, dragging Pure vanilla down with it. Shadow Milk lie over the other man’s writhing body, straddling his hips. All this made Pure Vanilla drop his weapon, leaving it clattering off into a distance.
Now Pure Vanilla was speechless, choking on his own blood “Sh-Sha…dow…” he tries to speak, beg for mercy, though his words were gargled by blood. He desperately tried to push at Shadow Milk’s chest to try and get him off, but to no avail.
He really thought he was going to die here.
He was going to leave behind all his friends. Golden Cheese, Hollyberry, Dark Cacao,…
…White Lily.
He hadn’t even told her how he felt yet.
Tears clouded Pure Vanillas already blurry vision.
“…Lily….” he murmured.
Pure Vanilla felt the spear tremble his his flesh, causing him to grit his teeth. Was Shadow Milk trying to torture him in his final moments?
Pure Vanilla felt two.. rain? droplets on his cheek.
Then there was a sob from right above him.
Pure Vanilla paused, trying to decipher what he had just heard.
Another sob, and a sniffle.
“You… You don’t get it…!” Came a choked, angry voice, the same direction as the sobs.
“..Shadow Milk...?” Pure Vanilla whispers, “You’re… crying?” he asks, almost as a observation rather than a question.
“White Lily this… White Lily that.. when does it end?!” Shadow Milk growls. “What about ME?” he yells, his voice broken and distressed.
Pure Vanilla didn’t know how to react to this. Shadow Milk was crying, but why?
Because Pure Vanilla was paying more attention to White Lily? That doesn’t make any sense.
But even so, his heart ached for this obviously troubled and lonely soul.
Gently, Pure Vanilla slid his bloody hand from Shadow Milk’s chest to his cheek, stroking the trembling jaw with his thumb.
“…Shadow Milk,” he whispered, voice raspy. “Tell me… why you’re hurting.” He felt Shadow Milk’s breath hitch from underneath his palm.
Shadow Milk had no other noticeable reaction to this, besides a light sob.
Pure Vanilla was surprised. He expected maybe Shadow Milk to reject the affection, but the other just ended up leaning into it.
“Hah…” Pure Vanilla breathed out, his trembling hand still stroking Shadow Milk’s cheek. “There, there…” he mumbled.
It was getting harder to breathe, and the pain was starting to be unbearable.
Somehow though, it brought Pure Vanilla some joy to know that he was with at least one person he cared about in what he thought was his final moments.
He flashed Shadow Milk a smile.
Maybe, Pure Vanilla’s gentle touch brought Shadow Milk some solace.
That was enough for him.
At some point though, Pure Vanilla’s hand fell from Shadow Milk’s cheek.
At some point, Pure Vanilla’s smile fell from his face.
At some point, Shadow Milk fell too.