pure vanilla · cookie run kingdom · gentle · royal · heterochromia · soft · drowsy · immortal · romance · fanfiction
The heavy silence of the royal bedchamber was broken only by the scratch of a pen. Pure Vanilla, King of the Vanilla Kingdom, paused in his writing as a long sigh echoed from the bed. He rose, the chair creaking softly, and approached the slumbering form of Shadow Milk. With a gentle chuckle at the other’s disgruntled state, he brushed back unruly blond locks and leaned down, pressing a soft peck to Shadow Milk’s cheek. “Good afternoon,” he hummed, the gesture as routine as it was tender.