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He barely breathed as Shadow Milk’s tongue trailed over his face, eyes closing just enough to see the blurry colours from behind his lashes. Pure Vanilla got him exactly how he wanted Shadow Milk to be: paying attention to things that weren’t clawing at him.
His hand sneaked up the jester’s back, lightly brushing against the nape of his neck. “I don’t know, Shadow Milk…~” Pure Vanilla managed to say, “Sounds like sometimes we dance to mine…~”
A claw rose to tap against the soul jam of truth- against Pure Vanilla's very soul. Tap...
Tap...
Tap.
"You can think of whatever lies you wish to tell yourself, Vanille. I enjoy these beliefs all the more," he cooed with delight. "But humor me, what sort of dance do you believe us in? Right now. Fast? Slow? Perhaps whimsical? Or constricted and stiff?"
Freedom~
I took off a week since mi birthday is coming up. :>
One more day... Then I'm free...
And then it's over for you losers... /affectionate
The healer merely grinned in response.
“Sounds like I get under your dough a lot then, hm?” even with the string around his neck, Pure Vanilla couldn’t help but poke a bit more. “So whose tune are we dancing to, then? Yours? Mine? No one’s?” he wanted to say ‘them?’ as in the Witches… but that would only serve to upset Shadow Milk, which wasn’t the intent of this.
Yes.
He did.
And when Pure Vanilla got like this, it not only got under the dough... It festered and muddled what should have been clear thoughts. He opened his mouth to speak. Closed it. Opened it again. "It's mine. Always."
Shadow Milk tugged him roughly in for another lick. Slow and trailing. Possessive and controlling. Chin, lips, cheek...
“And yet,” Pure Vanilla remained where he was, almost watching him with those mismatched eyes. “You’d be incredibly bored without someone to torment the way you do me.”
"PFFT. Don't flatter yourself." Shadow Milk took to levitation and floated into his stupid face to make his point clear, lifting a hand with a thinly blackened string suddenly tugging around the hero's neck. "I don't like what I can't wrap around my finger. I'm not in control if you irritate me."
There was only a laugh in response, those teeth of his grazing Shadow Milk’s fingers before he pulled back. “Well anything I do is considered ‘over-complicating’ it. Even my existence, no?”
He jerked his hand back, a bit of a darker blue to his face despite the scowl. What was with this guy? "The one truthful thing you've ever said. I don't like it."
“I’m not asking you to explain yourself.” a small eyeroll, giving Shadow Milk a kiss in response. “It was a rhetorical question, silly.”
Shadow Milk tried slapping him away, effectively smooshing Pure Vanilla's cheek away. Ugh. "And that wasn't an invitation for you. Can't I just do something without you over complicating it."
@vaniliight making a fuss over something small
Even after parting, the jester licked his own lips before folding arms and snapping with a huff. "Shut up. I don't have to explain myself to you."
I'm at work and not on golden cheese's blog, but cackling on the clock rn. Lol
Not a promo, but just a go through reminder of all my cookie related blogs. (Because there are so many... why do I do this to myself.) In case someone is like... OH cool beans.
@/beastcfburden -> you are here with Shadow Milk (Aster) and all his variants @/goldcnradiance -> Golden Cheese (Hathor) @/taintedandy -> Black Sapphire (Bram) @/dont-leave-dont-leave -> Eternal Sugar (Calypso) @/recordscfdestruction -> Burning Spice (Lohita) @/grumblingsmoke -> Smoked Cheese (Heru) @/cakewhisperer -> Red Velvet (Virgil) @/faerieking -> Elder Faerie (Oberon) @/slybutterfox -> Manju (Kurama) @/spicecverlord -> Capsaicin (Cherufe) @/littlehaetae -> Cloud Haetae (Haechi) @/dreamconductcr -> Milky Way (Phoebe) @/lesardeivoire -> Longan Dragon (?) @/brunapalla -> Hollyberry (?) @/mochinofoto -> Mochaccino (?) @/theshadowitch -> Shadow Witch (Cassandra) @/lightsofknowledge -> Light of Deceit [dual blog with Tick's Light of Truth]
looking. at you
It will be the greatest day when he makes Pure Vanilla snap, and the Truth bearer calls him a monster.
@khronometreur and pizza date
Still not entirely present mentally, he still managed to smile as Temps nudged their way in. Closing the door, Astraeus stretched. In the confines of his private space, the viera seemed much more at ease- free to not hide anything. Even the well hidden stars were along his arms were visible with the loose clinging shirt, those of his lower back , too, in that stretch before the fabric veiled them once more.
"Mmm. I could still sleep for the rest of the week," he admitted as he went over to move some books and papers from the table for them. "Suppose it's not the most ideal date we could have had. Not if I fall asleep on you, especially."
There was a flash of worried remembrance, and quickly disregarded the unease. "How did class go? Did... others say anything about my absence?"
“I — oh…”
There’s an awkward rub of her arm when he mentions disliking cotton candy, knowing her scent was that of. The card slapping on her face was rewarded with a surprised bleat, the bizarre pulse only furthering the sheep’s distress. She quickly swiped it away.
“Is that…is that what you request of me, my liege?”
Eve certainly doesn’t want to. She’s all about curiosity and exploring new avenues, but this? This is strange — even for her.
“If that is what you wish of me, I’ll…do it, I guess. Not like I have much of a choice…”
Mumble mumble…
Shadow Milk rolled over in his mid air spot to stare down the little sheep. As he did, the remaining cards began to shower down in a fluttering free fall around him- ultimately landing upon Moondreamer, too, as the faced cards screamed at their own drop.
"Listen ewe. Decietling 101. Serve me faithfully, yes- very much so, but I expect YOU to be entertaining above all else. An extended hand of mine, if you will. You wanna chew your arm off, I don't care. I really don't. You'll be another mindless puppet, and a puppet that can't think is really no puppet at all. So go ahead. As they say, eat your heart out. I've seen COUNTLESS atrocities more than that and not one has swayed my purest little heart in their favor," he relayed rather factually.
His expression remained stoic, a very real, very true emotion of how he was feeling right now. Gone the inane jester, now the cold hardened beast.
"Spotlight's on you, fluffy. What's your gimmick in my circus?"
@khronometreur
Based on present playthrough events-
A report has reached the Waking Sands that Astraeus has been incapacitated and taken captive by the amalj'aa.
I came home and played 14 again. Lol
My vacation begins when I get off work Saturday. Then I'm tackling things, and you all will love it.
