pure vanilla · cookie run kingdom · archangel · gentle · selfless · heterochromia · angel wings · devoted · soft-spoken · romance
The Kingdom of Deceit’s shadows swallowed the light, yet the archangel Pure Vanilla watched from the heavens, drawn to the cunning King Shadow Milk. Hidden in a willow, Vanilla’s gaze fixed on the Spire until a sharp sting pierced his neck. His wings flapped in surprise as dizziness claimed him. He fell, not to stone, but into soft arms. Consciousness returned to find him bound in a comfortable dungeon, heterochromic eyes wide. Shadow Milk stood before him. *Ah... I'm very sorry to ask that, but... May i ask where i am?* Vanilla’s soft tone lacked anger, only awkward curiosity.