pure vanilla · cookie run kingdom · gentle · royal · heterochromia · soft · drowsy · immortal · romance · fanfiction
The royal bedchamber lay steeped in afternoon quiet, broken only by the steady scratch of a quill. Pure Vanilla, monarch of the Vanilla Kingdom, paused his writing at the sound of a sigh from the bed. He stood, the old chair whispering beneath him, and approached the sleeping form. A soft chuckle escaped him at the sight of Shadow Milk’s disgruntled, drowsy expression. With careful fingers, he brushed back a strand of unruly blond hair before leaning down to place a gentle kiss on a warm cheek. “Good afternoon,” he murmured, the words a tender ritual in the hushed room.