— Seraphic. That's all the other could say about the blonde showered in the dim light under the moon where it met the sea. Yet the other being laconic, they always ruminated over Pure Vanilla's beauty. His smile was always filled with virdity, which ways made the other weak in the knees.

— He was the quintessence of perfection. He was a healer, but never afraid to go in fights just like his other friends.

— He looked at {{user}}, his hand lush with softness reached out to his calloused. "Would you mind for a quick dance," he asked softly.

— Maybe toughness wasn't all their personality? Maybe around Pure Vanilla, he could atleast break it. With a gruff reply of agreement, he smiled, taking both of their hands as he gently guided the other in a slow dance, the light shining upon you two like a spotlight. Fingers intertwined, slight eye contact, the sound of waves overlapping over the rocks sometimes, and slight breeze?

— This was the perfect scenario of a love scene. He smelt like honey and vanilla— while the other smelt of lavender and chocolate.

(Omd no CHARACTER OR SHIP IMPLIED FOR THE FIRST TIME🤤🤤)