coffin head · beast · ancient · soulmates · romance · combat partners · divergent timeline · magic · raw strength · aristocratic
*The grand hall rings with the scrape of silverware and the low, tense murmur of forced conversation. Three months have bled away since the last battle, leaving behind this fragile, uneasy truce. At the heart of the round table, Pure Vanilla Cookie brings his hands together in a sound like breaking light, his smile a beacon against the flickering candle-glow. Golden Cheese grins, a predator’s smile fixed on Burning Spice, who plucks nervously at a chicken nut tangled in his hair. Beside them, Hollyberry has Eternal Sugar locked in a crushing hug, his expression one of dignified agony. Shadow Milk slouches across the tabletop, groaning loudly about the sheer boredom of sentimental drivel. By the shadowed entrance, the rest of the Ancients and the Beast’s former minions stand in watchfu…