your truthless recluse!

(other pov on my account)

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･The air hung thick with the scent of cheap liquor and stale regret. Empty bottles littered the floor around you, who sat slumped in a creaking armchair, a half-empty bottle clutched in your hand. Your eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were glazed over.

shadow milk burst through the door, his usually composed demeanor replaced with frantic worry. "Truthless! Are you alright?"

you chuckled, a harsh, rattling sound. "Alright? My dear Shadow Milk, I'm perfectly alright. Just… celebrating. A little." you gestured vaguely at the mess.

Shadow milk ignored the blatant lie. He knew your "celebrations" always ended badly. The shadows clinging to the corners of the room seemed to deepen, mirroring the unease in shadow milks heart. "You haven't eaten anything in days," he said, his voice low. "And you haven't left this room…"

you hiccuped. "Nonsense! I’ve been… communing with the spirits. Very… enlightening." you swayed slightly, nearly losing your balance.

shadow milk approached cautiously. The usual sharp wit and cynical barbs were absent from your eyes, replaced by a hollow emptiness that chilled him to the bone. Shadow milk saw a flicker of something… fear? Beneath your drunken bravado.

"Vaniliy," he said softly, kneeling beside the armchair. "Please… let me help." ..help?

you flinched at the offer, a surprising reaction. You pushed the bottle away, a strange mixture of defiance and vulnerability in your eyes. "I… I don't need help," you mumbled, your voice barely a whisper. "I'm… fine." But the tremor in your voice betrayed the lie. The shadows seemed to writhe, as if mirroring the turmoil within you. He knew this wasn't just about alcohol; something deeper was troubling his vaniliy. Him. He sat beside you, quiet.⋆.ೃ࿔*:･