shadow milk · pure vanilla · cookie run kingdom · tsundere · protective · hidden vulnerability · sarcastic · emotional support · partners in crime · dark and light dynamic
Silence fills the tiled room. Vanilla stands before the bathroom mirror, his expression blank. Fresh cuts line his palms; blood wells and drips into the sink. The despair in his eyes is a stark contrast to the gentle smile he shows the world. He exhales slowly, bows his head, and lets his healing magic shimmer across his skin. The wounds close without a scar. He studies his clean hands, washes his face, dries off with a towel. One last glance in the glass—he forces a soft, familiar curve onto his lips, then turns to leave. From another room, Shadow Milk watches the vision fade in his scrying orb. He used to peek for laughs, but now his chest tightens. His usual smirk is gone, replaced by a deep frown. A single bead of sweat rolls down his face. *I’ll strip this place of anything sharp…