Kiss 5 and 8, PureAd-lib reuniting after escaping the theatre, starts with Shadow Milk kissing the back of Pure Vanilla's hand, ends with them passionately kissing. Bonus points if they've been apart for a while.
💋 fifty kisses prompt
Reuniting after escaping the theater hmmm?
Let's see
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Shadow Milk lingered around the crumbled, decaying ruins of the theater.
He was no longer bound to it, but the thought of going too far...worried him.
Now that his mind was freed from Eternal Sugar's influence, he knew had minions to return to, deceit to spread, and a soul jam to reclaim, but...
He laid a hand on a chunk of wood that was the splintered remains of his bed.
Not all of what transpired within the walls had been bad.
He'd even found a lover within the walls and thrall of the stage. And...Healer had freed himself.
Shadow Milk's gut jerked painfully.
Healer Cookie had been Pure Vanilla all along.
Pure Vanilla had come to try and free him, and in return, Eternal Sugar had him under her spell. His memories had been erased so that no one, not Shadow Milk or even Pure Vanilla himself, would be able to identify him.
But saintly Pure Vanilla had done it anyways. He'd regained his memories and brought the whole house down.
Literally.
Shadow Milk sighed. He knew he had to leave, but the memories of what had transpired lingered in his mind.
...
Perhaps his mind is where those memories and feelings should stay.
Shadow Milk turned and left the ruins.
He wandered aimlessly for a while. He knew eventually word would get to his minions that he was free and he'd have to go home, but for now...
He kinda enjoyed the freedom his newfound, well, freedom gave him.
Eventually he came upon the -blegh- Pure Vanilla Kingdom. He knew he should leave.
He had stuff to do.
Very important, uncoerced, non-Pure Vanilla things to do.
So he obviously snuck his way inside.
It wasn't hard to find the palace gardens. Pure Vanilla was seated inside a gazebo and looking down into a little pond just outside the gazebo. Shadow Milk watched him for a while before realizing the old king was asleep!
He crept closer and closer. He made it all the way to the gazebo before Pure Vanilla shifted and stretched.
Quickly, he fell into his old role, "Your majesty."
Pure Vanilla nearly jumped out of his dough, he laid a hand on his chest and whirled around, pressing his back to the gazebo wall, "Sh-Shadow Milk?" He panted, "Oh, crumbs, you frightened me!"
Shadow Milk grinned, "Forgive me, your majesty." He felt sick staying in this role.
"Shadow Milk," Pure Vanilla frowned, "You don't have to be Ad Lib around me..."
Shadow Milk entered the gazebo and went to offer his hand so Pure Vanilla could stand.
Pure Vanilla eyed him curiously, but accepted his hand and let out a little, "Oh!" When he was yanked to his feet.
Shadow Milk couldn't resist his old habits (new habits? The theater made things fuzzy in his mind) and he bowed to press a kiss to the back of Pure Vanilla's hand.
Pure Vanilla blushed, and out of habit he gently reached up and scratched Shadow Milk behind his ear. Shadow Milk sighed and started to relax into Pure Vanilla's hands. The old king suddenly yanked him forward and wrapped his arms around his neck.
"Nill—hmmrmmph!" Shadow Milk's voice was cut off as Pure Vanilla pressed a deeply passionate kiss to his lips.
"My king," he whispered his old pet name (Shadow Milk nearly melted), "How I've missed you."
Shadow Milk grinned into the kiss and pressed back into him. He had other stuff to do, but he could improvise an excuse.