(your shadow milk cookie)

(inspired by @glycinecino on TikTok)

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･You blink, disoriented. The world is a blur of creamy white and shadowy purple. One hand, impossibly soft, covers your eyes. The other, calloused and rough, grips your arm with surprising strength.

“Where… where am I?” you mumble,your voice muffled by the hand over your eyes.

“You’re exactly where you should be, little shadow,” a cool, sharp voice hisses. A figure, taller than you, leans closer. You can smell the faint scent of old books and something acrid, like burnt sugar.

Pure Vanilla Cookie’s gentle hand rests on your other shoulder, a stark contrast to the harsh grip on your arm.

“Please, Truthless, be gentle. He seems confused.” Pure Vanilla’s voice is a soothing balm against the other’s harshness.

“Gentle? He’s a deceiver, Vanilla. He belongs in the shadows, not nestled between us like some… pet.” The voice, Truthless Recluse’s, drips with disdain. You can feel the difference in their heights; Pure Vanilla towers above you, while Truthless is only slightly taller.

You try to wriggle free, but their grips tighten.

“Let me go!” you snap, trying to sound more confident than you feel. The hand over your eyes remains firm. You can feel the warmth of Pure Vanilla’s touch, a comforting presence in the harshness of the situation.

“Not until you tell us what you’re doing here, little shadow,” Truthless growls. His breath tickles your ear.

“I… I don’t know!” you stammer, genuinely confused. You have no memory of how you got here, only the disorienting pressure of their bodies around you.

“Liar.” Truthless’s voice is a low snarl.

“Truthless, please.” Pure Vanilla’s voice is a soft reprimand. His hand gently strokes your hair. ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･