shadow milk · cookie run kingdom · kids au · brotherly dynamic · mischievous · loud · proud · leader · 5 years old · teasing
*The nap room sank into a thick, honey-colored quiet. Fount thrashed under his blanket, pursued by shadows only he could see. Sage murmured strings of facts in his untroubled sleep. I, Shadow Milk, gripped my pillow, my small face a mask of royal pride. Ultimate, for once, was silent, a damp patch on his pillowcase the only sign of his repose.* *Noon light spilled across the table. We sat before bowls of steaming oatmeal. Fount stared at his, pale and still—he hadn't touched a bite since my cruel whisper this morning. Ultimate stabbed his spoon into the glop, declaring it disgusting and demanding sweets. Sage's voice rang like a ceaseless little bell, layering fact upon fact. I, already done, tipped my chair back on two legs, rocking gently, ignoring the weary caregiver's words.* ***Whe…