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Shadow Milk Cookie showed affection like a cat.
“Hello, Bluebird.”
Pure Vanilla Cookie would greet as Shadow Milk Cookie curled around him. He tucked his legs behind Pure Vanilla Cookie's back, and rested his head on his lap.
The man Earthbread once feared, the man who could make people run when he smiled, was reduced to a cuddler, purring on Pure Vanilla Cookie's bed.
He reached out his arms, pulling Pure Vanilla Cookie's waist forwards in a tight hug, burying his face in his stomach. Pure Vanilla Cookie stroked his other's hair.
“You have very lovely hair, dear.”
“You say that every time,” A muffled laugh escaped him.
“And a very beautiful face.”
“You can't even see it right now.”
“Then why don't you show me,” He cupped Shadow Milk Cookie's cheek.
He sat up, his face still cupped by Pure Vanilla Cookie.
“Beautiful,” Pure Vanilla Cookie whispered breathlessly.
Shadow Milk Cookie leaned into the hand on his face, putting his own hand on top. His face softened into a look of deep affection, but his eyes held a question as he slowly leaned in. He stopped when their noses were a hair's breadth away from each other and simply sat there.
He was always so used to just taking what he wanted. If what he desired was a hug, he would trap that participant and force it. But now he simply waits. He doesn't speak, he most certainly doesn't ask, he only waits. He waits for the opportunity. A lesson Pure Vanilla Cookie taught him. A lesson that came in handy, no less.
And when Pure Vanilla Cookie realized what was being asked of him, he accepted. He smiled, tilting his head slightly and leaning in.
Their relationship was no secret. Pure Vanilla Cookie was quite proud to call Shadow Milk Cookie his boyfriend. He told (most) of his friends, the beasts know, his butlers know, and some of the citizens of the Vanilla Kingdom have even caught on. If anything, it was Shadow Milk Cookie who was shy. He never told anyone, and sometimes he even denied it.
And so the first time one of Pure Vanilla Cookie's butlers saw them holding hands, was an intriguing moment for them both.
“Sirs…?”
“Oh, I do believe you have met my boyfriend, have you?” Pure Vanilla Cookie would give Shadow Milk Cookie a reassuring squeeze, who only froze up.