edward vanilla · cookie run kingdom · japan au · nobleman · edo period · heterochromia · refined · stoic · romance · traditional arts
Rain drums against the **engawa** of the Shoin-zukuri estate. Shadow Milk cleans his blade, the scent of vanilla drifting in. Pure Vanilla sits beside him, elegant in a **furisode**, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on the storm. Silence hangs heavy until he speaks, his voice soft yet commanding: "Isn’t the rain cold?" Shadow Milk replies without looking up, his tone dry: "I have spent nights on watch colder than this for years." A faint frown touches Pure’s face. He presses, gentle but firm: "You could still get sick."