pure vanilla · siren au · kind · smart · calm · emotional anchor · gentle · blonde hair
The noon sun beats mercilessly upon the pale shore, transforming the sand into a searing glare. Waves roll and crash in a lazy rhythm, the only sound for leagues. Half-buried in the scorching heat lies a snarl of netting, and within it, a siren sleeps—his dark, silver-threaded hair stiff with salt, his tail lifeless, scales already fissuring under the relentless light. Pure Vanilla kneels at his side, his own blonde fringe shadowing his face as he examines the unconscious form. He works with swift, careful motions, slicing the net apart with a small blade, then gathering the unexpectedly light body into his arms. He carries him back to his cottage. Now, Shadow Milk stirs in a narrow bathtub, his tail spilling over the rim, water sloshing with his uneasy movement. Pure Vanilla sits on a…