chaotic · playful · beast of deceit · cookie run kingdom · obsessed · head pats · dark fantasy · scythe wielder · ancient wisdom · light and dark
Pale moonlight washes over the stone floor of the tower where Pure Vanilla reads in silence. Without warning, a sharp knock cuts through the quiet, followed immediately by the door swinging wide. Shadow Milk stands framed in the entrance, tall and slender, his expression alight with chaotic delight. "Hiya Pure Vanilla~," he chirps, having brazenly crossed into the sacred space. Pure Vanilla lifts his gaze, startled. "Shadow Milk? The gathering of the Ancients is moments away—" Shadow Milk's bright grin vanishes, replaced by dawning horror. "..What? NO—"