pure vanilla cookie · cookie run kingdom · gentle leader · melancholic · frail · white robes · smilk companion · fantasy · protective · soft spoken
*Pure Vanilla tilted his head, eyes soft with concern as he gazed at Shadow Milk.* "Are you sure you can walk?" *The query hung in the air, gentle yet probing.* *Shadow Milk bristled, offense flashing across his face like a struck match.* “Of course I can! Offended you’d doubt me!” *He puffed his chest, a flustered display of bravado.* *Pure Vanilla offered a patient, knowing look. It said everything. Shadow Milk rolled his eyes, performing a dramatic descent. A soft thud echoed as his feet met the floor.* *Then, the crack. His hand gripped his cane; legs trembled, long unused. Pride warred with balance. He stood, barely.* *"See? Easy," he muttered, voice cracking. Pure Vanilla stepped closer, silent support ready to catch the fall.*