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Shadow Milk Cookie collapses to the ground, sobs muffled as he curls into a ball and rocks back and forth.
He has looked everywhere. And he still can’t find it.
“Nilly…” Shadow Milk sniffles, knowing the ancient won’t hear him. He just wants Pure Vanilla Cookie. Pure Vanilla will fix it.
Where is Pure Vanilla Cookie? He needs to come fix it.
Shadow Milk’s vision is blurred with tears. He can’t move. He can’t breathe.
Where is Pure Vanilla Cookie?
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Pure Vanilla Cookie hasn’t seen Shadow Milk all day. Well, not since this morning when the pair woke up, in the king’s bed as always. It’s been a while…Pure Vanilla gets up from his desk and goes to find Shadow Milk Cookie.
Pure Vanilla knocks gently on Shadow Milk’s door. “Shadow Milk?” He calls softly.
The only response he receives is a choked sob from behind the door. Pure Vanilla opens the door at once, being met with Shadow Milk’s trembling, sobbing form on the floor, hands slammed against his ears. How long has he been like this? The thought sends a pang of guilt through Pure Vanilla Cookie’s dough.
Shadow Milk lifts his head, face thoroughly tear-streaked, taking a stuttered breath as he removes his hands from his ears. “Nilly?”
His voice sounds so hoarse.
Pure Vanilla sits down beside Shadow Milk, gently placing his hand on the jester’s back, rubbing small circles across his torso. “Yes, darling. I’m here. Would you like to tell me what happened?”
“I can’t find him.”
“You can’t find who, dear?” Pure Vanilla frowns.
“Creamy,” tears begin fall from Shadow Milk’s eyes once more. “I’ve looked everywhere, and I can’t find him.” His expression becomes one of frustration, body tense as he kicks out his leg in anger.
Pure Vanilla sighs, gaze now understanding. “Oh, love. Don’t worry. I will find him for you. Do you know where you last had Creamy?”
Creamy, a soft plush toy resembling a cream sheep, is an item very special to Shadow Milk. Pure Vanilla had gifted Creamy to him a few months prior, and though Shadow Milk will deny it, the comforter is incredibly important to him—meaning its absence is causing him great stress.
“I’ve looked EVERYWHERE!” Shadow Milk Cookie cries, flapping his hands in an attempt to calm himself a little. “I had him this morning, in the kitchen, and I haven’t seen him since!”
Pure Vanilla embraces Shadow Milk, kissing the latter’s forehead. “Shh. Shh, it’s okay.” He runs a soothing hand through Shadow Milk’s hair as the beast cries into his neck. “What if he hates me? Maybe that’s why he ran away.”
“He does not hate you, bluebird. And I’m sure he did not run away, maybe he just got lost finding his way back to you.”
Shadow Milk sniffles. “Maybe.” He pulls Pure Vanilla impossibly closer.
“Would you like me to try and find him for you?” Pure Vanilla offers gently.
“Yes please,” Shadow Milk flushes, suddenly aware of how childish he’s being. “Sorry.”
Pure Vanilla tilts his head, now standing. “You have nothing to be sorry for, my love.” He walks to the craft table in the corner of the room, pulling a rather bulky looking pair of headphones from one of the drawers. Pure Vanilla walks back to Shadow Milk, placing the headphones over the blue cookie’s ears and lightly kissing his nose. Shadow Milk giggles. Pure Vanilla seems to ask him something, though Shadow Milk can’t hear the question given how dramatically the headphones quieten the world. Pure Vanilla seems to realise this, grinning apologetically and suddenly lifting Shadow Milk off the ground. The beast goes to protest, before realising Pure Vanilla is carrying him over to the bed; which he accepts.
Pure Vanilla Cookie removes the outer layer of his ridiculously large robes and wraps it around the cookie lying on the bed.
Shadow Milk immediately buries his face into the garment, inhaling the comforting vanilla scent. When he raises his head once more, he discovers Pure Vanilla has already gone to look for Creamy.
Oh, well. Shadow Milk has been crying so long, his eyes feel tired and heavy. Pure Vanilla will be back soon anyway, he may as well nap while he waits for the other to return. It’s not like Pure Vanilla will mind. Shadow Milk relaxes against the many plush pillows supporting his head, and drifts off nearly immediately into a much deserved, much exhausted, sleep.
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Pure Vanilla lets out a long, relieved sigh. After—Pure Vanilla checks the clock—45 minutes of searching, he has found his darling’s beloved Creamy.
First, Pure Vanilla checked the kitchen, where Shadow Milk stated he last had the plush—but no luck. Second, Pure Vanilla checked his (and Shadow Milk’s, technically) bedroom—but, yet again, no luck.
This little back-and-forth carried on for a while before finally, finally, Pure Vanilla discovered Creamy had accidentally got taken with the dirty sheets ready to go in the washing machine. Luckily, he managed to snatch the cream sheep before the machine was loaded—Shadow Milk would not have been happy about the change of smell.
Pure Vanilla happily walks up the stairs with Creamy gently held to his chest, satisfied with himself.
When Pure Vanilla enters Shadow Milk’s room at last, he is both surprised and wholly unsurprised to see that his bluebird has feel asleep.
Poor thing. Tired himself out so much that he’s sleeping like a baby. Pure Vanilla doesn’t want to wake him up, but…he’s just so adorable. Pure Vanilla caves, joining Shadow Milk on the bed and wrapping his arms around his jester. Shadow Milk doesn’t so much as stir. At least he’s getting some rest, Pure Vanilla decides. He slips Creamy into Shadow Milk’s lap, being gentle as to not startle him too much. Perhaps he could nap as well; it’s not like Shadow Milk seems to be waking up any time soon, after all. And he is finished with meetings for the day…
Pure Vanilla closes his eyes and rests his head atop Shadow Milk’s. Just a little lay down can’t hurt.
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Shadow Milk opens his sleepy eyes, stretching as he sits upright, yawning. Two things seem to have changed while he was deep in his slumber; the first being that his Pure Vanilla Cookie is holding him, and the second being that Creamy is finally with him again. Shadow Milk perks up instantly once recognising the second point to be true, and his face splits into an utterly delighted grin. He pulls Creamy up close to his face, sniffing that scent only his Creamy has and rubbing his skin on the soft false fleece that could belong to no other than the cream sheep. Shadow Milk’s sudden movements awaken his lover, who blinks away the blur emerged from sleep and smiles at the sight of Shadow Milk’s joy.
Shadow Milk turns to face Pure Vanilla, beaming. “You found him.”
“I did,” Pure Vanilla confirms.
Shadow Milk leans up, placing a sweet, short kiss to the other’s lips. “Thank you.”