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Shadow Milk Cookie doesn’t get sick. The beast of deceit does not get sick. Currently, the beast was in misery. His head had been hurting forever, and he had been routinely throwing up every hour, even though it felt like his stomach couldn’t empty anymore.
It must be that damned Pure Vanilla– his castle, his kingdom, him, him, him. Because there was no way on Earthbread that the terrorizer of cookies had a simple flu. Nope. No way.
He looked around, seeing anything that may help. Nothing was there in the room Pure Vanilly had given him, no medicine to his knowledge– and he knew everything, just a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and banners adorned with the Vanilla Kingdoms emblem.
He had “decorated” the room and fixed up the area previously, navy blue, and waving banners for the spire clashed with the pale yellow.
As much as he tried to avoid as many eyes as he could, the ones in his hair being too many for him, they seemed to follow him. The corners of the room and the shadows were filled with dark eyes, pupils always trailing him.
The lights were almost unbearable, why were they so bright? His head was spinning, and he tried to sit up, and start floating, but it seemed like he had exerted his magic use. He tried to stand up, to no avail. His dough had always been too weak to use any of his body strength.
Colors began to fill his head, flashing around in meaningless patterns. Loud noises were filling his head, and struggling, he used his last bit of magic to start floating around.
The– where… Where was he going again? Neverending halls seemed to stretch on, the bright lights and light colors hurt his mind. Glimpses of stained glass, all dedicated to some or another ancient.
His throat was burning, and nausea was making his mind fade in and out. He felt sick, and he felt hot and sticky, his dough was uncomfortably warm. The swirls in his head made him feel sick, like he was going to barf, and his throat felt tight.
Why was he gonna cry? He wasn’t sad— it was just… he just… felt so bad… Witches, he was gonna pass out. Soon, he felt he was stumbling and fell onto the ground, and it was apparent that heat was practically radiating from him.
The position he placed himself in was rather odd, curled up in the fetal position but at the same time keeled over with his knees to his chest. The back of his throat started to burn.
Breathing soon became a conscious effort, in, out, in, out. Cold beads of sweat were along the back of his neck, and his stomach twisted.
Now he found himself throwing up, stomach in pain as he lay on the ground of the hall, breathing heavily and raspy. Clutching his ribs, he passed out on the uncomfortable carpet.
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“Shadow Milk Cookie? Bluebird, are you alright?” A faint voice was heard, and he wasn't on the floor anymore. Warmth filled his body, and he felt light as a feather. Rubbing his eyes, he blinked up at the figure who was carrying him.
Pure Vanilla.
Of course it was that damned cookie. His body still felt disgusting, and hot, and he was very obviously ill. The cookie of deceit sighed, and saw that he was being bridal carried by Pure Vanilla.
While this didn’t come as a surprise, it was common for the ancient to do this, he still felt vulnerable and wanted to be able to do things by himself. Shadow Milk whined and whined, but Pure Vanilla did not let go.
Perhaps it was because he wasn’t in his right mind— yes, that must have been it, but Pure Vanilla Cookie was awfully pretty in this way, carrying him with a look of concern on his face, all motherly… No, of course he didn’t like him!
Fluffy covers met his back, as he was laid on a bed. This didn’t seem like his room… This was Pure Vanillas room?! He blinked groggily, fully opening his eyes, his body still weak but his eyes trailed the other.
The room was huge— a canopy hung above his head, a king sized bed, a large desk across from it. It was practically the same as his room, except everything was larger and amplified and the room was much bigger.
Pure Vanilla, seeing that Shadow Milk's eyes had opened, he placed a towel over his forehead.
“Bluebird, what happened?” The man above him asked, placing his warm hand on the other's even warmer cheek. “You were passed out in the halls with bile next to you…” He trailed off, his face scrunching up in worry.
Shadow Milk paused, closing his eyes before getting himself to admit the truth; “I’m sick…” he grumbled, leaning into Pure Vanilla's touch subconsciously. “I don’t get sick! I’ve never been sick! This is worse than the tree!” The eyes on his hair flamed up, looking angry.
“Oh, bluebird…” Pure Vanilla seems like he was going to laugh. It really was pathetic to be sick in Shadow Milks mind, he wasn’t some puny cookie that got sick!
“It’ll be alright, dear. Let me just get you some medicine,” The Ancient stated before leaving for the medical room.
Shadow Milk stared up at the ceiling. His head throbbed, and the back of his throat burnt, and he felt horrible. While yes, his body was in immense pain, he tried his best to sit up. Back against the pillows, he waited. Yup. Waiting. It seemed to be forever, he hummed to himself. Ow– Okay, bad idea. His throat hurt. Definitely not a good idea to even make noise.
Pure Vanilla came back into the room with a bed food tray, a bowl of soup on it and a few bottles of pills on there as well. Stars filled his head as he shifted, grunting. He looked over at Pure Vanilla, and took the soup. WHile he hated to admit he needed help, he really did need it.
Leaned over, Pure Vanilly sat down next to Shadow Milk “You’ll be alright, bluebird. Would you like soup?” Shadow Milk nodded, and Pure Vanilla held up the spoon for Shadow Milk to drink out of. He opened his mouth and let pure Vanilla feed him soup.
Wait. Did he really just let Pure Vanilla feed him?! Oh Witches… Why in the world would he even do that?! And why did he let him?! His temperature probably went up by a thousand. He turned his face away, as Pure Vanilla also realized what he had just done.
“I- I’m sorry, my bluebird…” The taller mutter, kissing Shadow Milk's cheek. Hands that seemed much warmer, but also colder, held his cheeks, rubbing his left thumb across the bone under his eye.
“Hey-! Quit it! You’re gonna get sick as well,” Shadow milk exclaimed, his voice raspy as he pounced back, away from Pure Vanilla.
“I’ll be fine, bluebird. It almost seems like you care, my dear.” Pure Vanilla has that stupid smug expression that Shadow Milk hated. Drats.
“Nuh uh…!” The blue-doughed cookie squeaked as Pure Vanilla pushed him down onto the bed, his hands on either side of his head, a faint glow coming from him, soul jam pulsing. Both soul jams resonated with each other, reaching out.
Wait. This was a scheme to get Shadow Milk laying in bed! Pure Vanilla had just done this to get him to rest… Not like he could stay mad at him for long, though… Not with him above him, a smile on his face, the scent of vanilla filling his head as he looked up into those mesmerizing eyes. Witches, he wanted that cookie.
“Please… I don’t wanna rest… you should just fuck me!” Shadow Milk whined, he was being such a brat. The man above him smiled, and just shook his head.
“Bluebird, you’re sick,” Pure Vanilla replied. Shadow Milk groaned and sighed. He had to admit defeat now…
“Well, I- if you don’t care about getting yourself sick, then at least cuddle with me,” Shadow MIlk murmured, pulling pure vanilla down. “Not like I want you to or anything you’re just so damn needy!” The blue cookie exclaimed, causing Pure Vanilla to laugh a bit.
“Mh, I’m needy?” The weight on top of Shadow Milk moved, and the sheets rustled. Pure Vanilla smiled and got under the covers, lifting up the other end for Shadow Milk to get under.
There was no response from Shadow Milk, only a flushed face from Pure Vanillas’ annoyingly perfect smile. The beast got under the covers and practically started clinging to Pure Vanilla.
It was cute how he did all these confident things but Pure Vanilla could trap him under his thumb so very easily. He stroked Shadow Milk's hair, his head on Pure Vanilla's chest, along with the rest of his body.
The proportions had been switched around– when the two just met, Shadow Milk seemed like a looming beast (no pun intended), like a giant, while Pure Vanilla was a relatively shorter ancient.
Now, Pure Vanilla stood at about 223cm, when awakened. When Shadow Milk wasn’t floating– which was almost never, he could barely stand, he was about 193cm.
Shadow Milk was sniffling and coughing still, but Pure Vanilla was just so warm… it may have been to the point it was uncomfortable, but he just needed to stay with him.
“Bluebird,” Pure Vanilla tilted his head.
“Yes..?” Shadow Milk looked up from Pure Vanilla's chest.
“I love you.”
A thud. Shadow Milk had tumbled to the floor-
“WHAT?! –” He was blushing furiously, his whole face a dark red.
“I. Love. You. I love you, Bluebird.” Pure Vanilla said, calm and extending a hand for Shadow Milk to take, a gentle smile across his face.
Shadow Milk took the hand nervously, and they went back to their previous position. He didn’t need to say it back. No need to even say anything at all. There was no pressure from the ancient to say anything back. He just wanted to tell Shadow Milk his feelings.
“I…” Shadow Milk trailed off, looking up at Pure Vanilla. “I love you too.” He responded, face flushed, gripping the sheets tightly. His body suddenly felt very very warm, warmer than previously.
Pure Vanilla’s face blushed slightly as well, a dark red faint blush across his cheeks. Murmmuring something about needing to grab medicine and soup from the kitchen, he quickly scurried away.
Shadow Milk waited. And waited. And waited, for what seemed like hours, even though it was probable it was only a few minutes. Soon, the door opened and Pure Vanilla stepped in with a tray of soup, bread, tea, and a few pill bottles. He perked up and looked at Pure Vanilla, as he sat down next to him. There was something else on the tray. A bouquet. Specifically, a bouquet of milk crowns. Shadow Milk's favourite.
“How’d you- How’d you get these, Vanilly? They could only grow around the spire and the surrounding forest..”
“Well.. I have my ways, dearest. I hope you enjoy the bouquet.” Shadow Milk nodded. He nervously took the tray of soup, but set it aside and moved to sit on Pure Vanilla's lap.
“Blueb- mh!” Shadow Milk kissed him, fingers entwined in his hair, the warmth of Pure Vanilla's body consuming Shadow Milks.
“I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you..” Shadow Milk muttered, deepening the kiss and starting to bite the bottom of Pure Vanillas lip.
Pure Vanilla kissed back, taking Shadow Milk's hips and keeping him grounded.
“I love you too, Bluebird.” He muttered, pushing Shadow Milk down, kissing down his neck. He sighed, placing a chaste kiss to his collarbone before spreading his legs and letting Shadow Milk sit in between him.
Shadow Milk drank some soup, ate bread and had the pills with tea all forced by Pure Vanilla and almost motherly tendencies. After he had finished, he fell asleep with Pure Vanilla, breathing gently.