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Shadow Milk Cookie walked—well, floated—through the spire. For the past few days, emptiness gnawed at him. Ever since Pure Vanilla left the spire to return to Crispia, back to the Vanilla Kingdom, Shadow Milk felt some sort of... Yearning? No. It couldn't be that. No way, no how.
How could he ever like Pure Vanilla Cookie? He was so gross, and mushy, and kind. And... Okay, maybe a little pretty.
Ew.
What on Earth-bread was he thinking?
Witches, this was so stupid. Pure Vanilla was so stupid. Why did he have to make Shadow Milk so... UGH!
The jester facepalmed, groaning and leaning against the wall.
A door swung open, and his minion, Black Sapphire Cookie, appeared from around the corner, "Master Shadow Milk Cookie, you have a visitor..." His voice sounded slightly skeptical, leading Shadow Milk to have an idea of who this 'visitor' could be.
"Oh? Who?" He inquired anyway.
"Well-" Black Sapphire was cut off entirely when a sudden light harassed his eyes, squinting behind his lashes. Once he finally regained vision, Black Sapphire was gone, and a familiar figure stood before him, not too close, but definitely not far enough away from him.
He blinked dazedly, eyes following the outline of the cookie's body. "Pure Vanilla." He started without realizing, only to receive a sickeningly sweet smile from the other.
"Yes," the king replied with a chuckle, "how are you, Bluebird? Have you been thinking of my offer?"
Shadow Milk Cookie tensed, pupils, darting away with a blush of embarrassment warming his dough. "No, why would I be? I don't wanna be your friend, and I never will." A lie—kind of.
Vanilla seemed to somewhat frown, but placed a hand on the jester's shoulder, "C'mon, we both know that's not true, my love."
My love? Shadow Milk struggled to suppress the blush, pre-existing from his awkwardness but now a result of something more complicated, that turned his dough a dark blue.
"Ok, well- UGH, you're so stupid!" He shouted, almost accusatory, after damn near agreeing with Pure Vanilla Cookie.
"So, I'm taking it that you have been thinking of my words since our last meeting, then?"
"What if I have?" Shadow Milk retorted.
Pure Vanilla didn't have a response to that, grip tightening on his staff, and his frame had noticeably tautened under his robes.
"Do you enjoy entertaining that idea, 'Nilla?" He teased, hovering off the ground again, closing a few more inches between the two cookies.
"Maybe." Pure Vanilla replied, composure returning to him. The calmness laced in his tone infuriated the beast(beetroot).
Shadow Milk's eyes fluttered down from Pure Vanilla's eyes to his lips, his blush only deepening at the thought.
The vanilla cookie noticed the sudden change in demeanor, stepping a little closer with a lopsided grin.
Without thought, an almost disrespectful grip pulled Pure Vanilla by the collar of his robe, and his lips crashed into the other's.
A noise escaped the robed(robbed) cookie, hands clasping tighter on Shadow milk's shoulders. Shadow Milk keened at the noise, deepening the kiss. His claws combed through the blonde hair for support, his other hand wrapping behind Pure Vanilla's neck.
After a while of that, they both pulled away breathlessly, only a string of saliva connecting them now. Pure Vanilla's staff had been cruelly discarded onto the ground, now lacking his usual means of sight. He squinted, trying to get a view of the other cookie. It was blurry, but he could tell this much: Shadow Milk Cookie was a flustered, panting mess.
Pure Vanilla's vision was a tad blissed out, white spots blocking out what little of his sight remained. The taste of blueberries lingered in his mouth, surprisingly sweet in contrast to the beast's nasty attitude all the time. Vani stared into the deep pools of Shadow Milk Cookie's eyes, thoughts wandering.
"That was.." Shadow Milk finally broke the silence, out of breath and shoulders heaving.
— cut off here ,, sorry :(