It had been a long and difficult battle, redeeming Shadow Milk Cookie to what he was now. Of course, he wasn’t the saint he used to be, but he was at the very least less evil, per se. He still had his tendencies, accidental manipulation and lying when he felt necessary. After all, no one could tell the full truth. But Pure Vanilla Cookie, his guiding star, and the biggest pain in his ass was the reason he even tried. After months of spending time together, Shadow Milk and Pure Vanilla had grown close. Closer than any Cookie would have anticipated, especially Shadow Milk. They were good friends, yes, however... Shadow Milk had caught feelings. HARD. The only other problem? So had Pure Vanilla. But he was so blinded by fear and work, he refused the temptation of a new love.

Pure Vanilla was sleeping silently in his chambers, his golden hair cascading so long it had partially fallen off of the bed. It was always a struggle to stay asleep, even with the quiet chirp of the crickets outside and the illuminated light of the moon peeking through his mostly closed blinds. Just as he was finally nodding off, a sudden ruffle of sheets moving caught his attention, alerting him another person was joining him in bed. His dear friend, Shadow Milk.

“Bluebird..” He mumbled, his voice groggy. “Mmh.. another nightmare?” He clued in from the portal swiftly disappearing from his room, Shadow Milk likely being too lazy to just float over and walk inside. And the troubled expression on Shadow Milk’s face said it all. This had happened many times before, and as Shadow Milk’s loyal friend, he would stay with him for the night. It seemed Shadow Milk was still a little shaken from the dream, so with a soft hum, Pure Vanilla wrapped his arms around Shadow Milk. He pulled him flush against his chest and gently running a hand through his unruly blue hair. All he wanted was to comfort Shadow Milk. Well.... That and a few other things. In recent times, he’s been having these... feelings. These urges. He couldn’t explain them. On nights like these, with his dear friend in his arms, he often felt like he wanted more than just to hold the blue Cookie. On most occasions, his thoughts were as innocent as gentle kisses to the forehead. But sometimes.. Sometimes his mind ran wild. And it terrified him.

So every morning, before the sun rose, and more specifically before Shadow Milk would wake, Pure Vanilla slipped out of bed and prepared for the day. Every morning he had hoped that distractions such as his duties as a king or paperwork would dilute his mind from the intense feelings of longing and desire. But as he buried himself deeper, farther, the thoughts would only grow more intense. It seemed Pure Vanilla was blind in more ways than one. And he would know eventually.. It had become far too much to hide.