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Shadow Milk Cookie lays sprawled across Pure Vanilla’s bed, reading his book as he waits for the other’s return. The king had gone out drinking with Hollyberry Cookie, whom was visiting along with the other ancients—much to Shadow Milk’s dismay. Sure, the four cookies accepted Shadow Milk’s presence better now that the jester was somewhat—in Pure Vanilla’s words—redeemed, but that’s not to say they are too keen on him. Hollyberry was the more tolerable one of the lot, though, and Shadow Milk had heard tales from a certain pink sugary cookie…
At least he wasn’t the only one who had fell hopelessly in love with his ancient.
Yes, Shadow Milk was, foolishly and utterly hopelessly, in love with Pure Vanilla Cookie—whom he is positive would never feel the same. Pure Vanilla Cookie is far too good for him, and that is why Shadow Milk keeps his feelings under lock and key. Sure, Pure Vanilla has gotten a bit more…touchy, as of late, and makes sweet little comments that flush Shadow Milk’s dough, but that’s just how Pure Vanilla Cookie is. He’s a sap. He’s friendly. He’s a sap. And, either way, even if he did love Shadow Milk, he’d probably agree that—
Knock knock knock.
Shadow Milk frowns. “Come in?” He calls, confusedly. Who would be knocking at—he checks the clock—11:14PM? Surely not Pure Vanilla himself, why would he knock to enter his own room?
In walks Pure Vanilla Cookie. “Bluebird…” he says, swaying as he makes his way to the bed. “I’ve been looking for you for ages…”
Shadow Milk blinks. Blinks again. And then a smirk makes its way into his face. The oh-so noble Pure Vanilla Cookie is drunk.
“Nilly! Hello! Where have you been?” The jester asks cheerfully, smiling with amusement.
“With…Hollyberry Cookie…drinkin’…” the king answers, sitting down next to Shadow Milk on the bed.
“Yes, yes,” Shadow Milk grabs Pure Vanilla from behind, pushing him into a slightly uncomfortable looking laying position as the king lets out a small “oof” at the movement. “How much have you had to drink, exactly?” Shadow Milk begins to prod at Pure Vanilla’s face, thoroughly enjoying this moment.
“Hmm…I don’ know…” the healer trails off, eyes on Shadow Milk. “You’re so pretty…” he says, making Shadow Milk slow his movements. “You’re…just so, so pretty. Like…like moonflowers. You’re the most gorgeous cookie I’ve ever seen in m’ whole life,” Pure Vanilla continues, grasping upwards at Shadow Milk’s hands.
He sits up, and cups Shadow Milk’s face before continuing, “You know, I really wanna kiss you…” the Master of Deceit flushes a deep blue at this confession. “I usually do, but you’re doing so well for y’self, I don’ wanna go and screw it all up with my own feelings. So I just…” he releases his grip on Shadow Milk’s face to make some hand gesture, “don’t. But you’re truly so beautiful. And…and I’m gay for you…I think…” Shadow Milk can’t help but laugh at that, and Pure Vanilla looks quite offended. “What?! What’s so funny about my feelings?” He gasps.
Shadow Milk smiles, leaning closer to his other half. “Is there anything else you’d like to tell me?” He teases.
What Shadow Milk was not expecting, however, was that the Saint of Truth would pull him into a kiss.
The press of Pure Vanilla’s lips feels desperate. Shadow Milk kisses him back immediately, laughing to himself at the healer’s refusal to let go. Shadow Milk draws the line when he feels Pure Vanilla’s tongue attempt to enter his mouth, and pulls away gently.
“Now, now, Nilly. That’s enough for tonight. Let’s get into bed, shall we? We can discuss this in the morning. Mkay?”
“Kay. I love you.” Pure Vanilla replies, gaze as fond and soft as ever.
Shadow Milk’s mouth drops open and he averts his flustered gaze. “I love you too.”
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Shadow Milk wakes to the feel of soft lips on his. As his eyes flutter open in confusion, the sensation is gone at once.
“Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well?” Pure Vanilla Cookie smiles down at him.
“Not really. You kept tryna kiss me last night.”
Pure Vanilla’s cheek take on a darker hue as he laughs nervously. “Ahaha…my apologies.”
“It’s fine. And anyway, I’m awake now, so…”
“So?”
“You can kiss me as much as you like, I guess.”
Pure Vanilla smiles.
“Lovely.”