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A little too comfortable for someone who tortured and toyed with the mind of the other a few hours prior. Those were words Shadow milk used to describe the room Pure vanilla had ever so kindly given him while he stayed there. As he continued his inspection of the room, his eyes landed on the wall trimmings, subtle, but noticeable if you searched for it. Engraved on it were hummingbirds and flowers, primroses, from the look of it.
With a click of his fingers, the wall engravings changed. As well as the colour, that had transformed from a warm cream to deep, dark blue -the best colour, shadow milk decided- the engravings had travelled together, almost as one and formed into a cream wolf, intimidating, threatening, with a cream sheep dead in its mouth. Of course, he had placed such a creation in the most noticeable section of the wall trim, for anyone who did so much as to glance in his room, a view of his latest masterpiece. It wasn’t too scary, no, it was much too early to pull a trick on the servants so early in his stay. Plus, the long game, although boring and requiring more patience than shadow milk held, was often the one with the best outcome.
The room, however, he showed no mercy for. A few waves of his hand later, he walked to face his back near the entrance of his room as he admired his work.
Milkcrowns hung from the ceiling -no leaves, petals or pollen would fall, Shadow Milk made sure of that- and the rest of the walls he had not tampered with before were now a silvery blue. His bed hung from the right, most discreet corner, hidden away from the view of anyone who had the foolishness to peak into the room.
He glided over towards his newly positioned bed, lifting the covers with a swift move of his hand and settling into the sheets. While moving it, he had also ensured the bed to be comfortable, for he very much valued his sleep. So it was a little confusing when he found that he was not indeed comfy. The bed felt cold, empty and uninviting. Almost like… No. Shadow milk stopped and shook his head, hard.
He was fine. A powerful cookie such as him did not need company. He-
Foolish. He thought. Oh, Pure vanilla. How arrogant. How sickening.
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Pure vanilla sat on the far-left chair on the kitchen island, pen in hand, writing away at a paper from the crème republic. Finished with the paper, he placed in with the others he had completed earlier that morning, pausing when he caught view of them. Each word had been slightly disoriented, not very, but just enough so it was agonizing to read. But not a moment was Pure Vanilla confused, for he was very aware of the black and blue, diamond patterned snake that coiled around the bottom of his staff
“Good morning, Shadow milk. I take it you’ve rested well?” Pure vanilla said, giving the reptilian form of Shadow milk a small smile.
A hiss is all he received in return from the snakelike version of the other, before the serpent was no more and Pure Vanilla was looking at a familiar, annoyed face.
Pure Vanilla gave a simple hum, then turned to continue his paperwork, forgetting the spell was placed on his papers. Upon viewing the forms again, he gave a frown that quickly melted into a smile as he turned to face the other, who -still in the same spot- was floating and playing with a deck of cards.
“My my, quite early to be playing tricks, hmm? You truly had a satisfactory night I assume.” He noted, his smile innocent but somehow also sly.
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