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[You're really trying to put him to sleep with that, huh? But it works, especially when any resistance to that radiance has been spent having like eight tantrums in the span of three days. Being a lunatic is exhausting, actually. It's a startling feeling, to let himself just fall into it. To be wrapped up in that warmth.]

[Is this what the light used to feel like? Has he spent so long in the cold darkness that he truly forgot? Or had his madness simply convinced him otherwise.]

[His head drops onto one of Vanilla's shoulders, like a cat that's been scruffed. He watches idly as Vanilla seems to be- oh.]

...Reach out with the assumption it will simply be where you want it to be. It will find its way to you.

[ And Vanilla supports him when he sags into it, cradles him, like he said he would. Wraps him in his arms, both physically, mentally, and spiritually. Tuck his soul against his own. He turns his head when he feels the weight on his shoulder and hand comes up, rests on the back of Shadow Milks, cradles it before digging his fingers into his hair there. Just to take a gentle hold.

And blushes a little when he's caught trying to manipulate the other-realm. ]

Ah, like I did for you?

[ It's a little tease but not much, his voice soft as he follows instructions. It will take him a bit, because he knows this is not a skill-set he's going to be good at, unless it comes to spreading Compassion. But his little oh! both mentally and physically as it pops into his hand, in all it's button eyed glory, is filled with glee. He holds his little friend and then brings it to smoosh it between them for a moment. His hat is a lost cause, it's too big for him yet.

Only then does he pull back finally. ]

Let's get you cleaned up.

[ He walks over to his hat to fetch it, then gently set the plush back onto his head, and put his hat on to secure it there. The weight keeps it down and secure, and he beams to Shadow Milk and holds out a hand. ]

We have to make a small journey to the bath house next door. I'll hide you.

[ Because... yeah. ]

[It's a particularly weightless feeling, to be so closely tucked into Vanilla in such a way. It's as close as they can get to that brief moment they were truly one. It is all encompassing and yet there is a feeling of just barely incompleteness that is hard for Shadow Milk to ignore. He does not care for the implications of that, and so he is simply going to bask instead, in this light. Like a cold little moth he's simply gotten a taste and wants to gobble it all up like the greedy insect he is.]

Bingo~ Of course, I had to do quiiiite a lot of string pulling and tugging to make that finally work to my favor, but after being imprisoned for eons, you have no choice but to learn patience. Or go mad. Or BOTH!! Hahahaha.

[But there is a flush of pride between them when he manages to get it. It seems his control over the other-realm isn't as strong as it was before when they split back up, but he isn't surprised to see him picking it up quickly from scratch. It is nice that one of them can still use it.]

Oooooh? Is there SOCIETAL connotations I should be aware of?? [Once that he can tear open and embarrass Vanilla with?? Create a little chaos??]

[ He felt that, Shadow Milk. That touch of yearning again. For Truthless? The Deceit steeped Cookie? It makes him jealous, strangely enough. He's going to have to fix that.

Shadow Milk shouldn't yearn. For anything. Not even his other self.

Only him.

The joking makes him huff softly, trying not to be amused, but he truly can't help it. But it's also a little sad, because it's not exactly a joke. Instead of responding he reaches out to take Shadow Milks hand and begin leading him to the door.

And blushes hard as the stupid Jester hits it a little on the head. Clears his throat. ]

It... ah...

[ Well how does he answer that? Shadow Milk doesn't have the embarrassment or shame that would normally come from being jerked off in your pants and having the cum spot there. It's mostly embarrassing for Pure Vanilla, it's true, but less shame and more...

Well! And more... possessiveness! No one else is-

He huffs hard as he leads Shadow Milk out of the door. ]

Oh, do be quiet.

[For Truthless, perhaps a little, but more importantly that moment of Oneness. They are still just the slightest bit pulled apart, and once Shadow Milk got the taste of that feeling, it's hard to forget.]

[However that rush of jealousy and possessiveness perks him right up. Oh, ho, so whateever he'd been thinking set him off. That's an easy way for him to fix it right there. Not even Truthless was this possessive. There's a delightful loving but twisted feeling to it that excited him.]

Oooooooh ho HO HO HO, be quiet??

[He is holding your hand but he is also floating along like the worlds most obnoxious kite. But don't worry, he floats in reaaaly close to him.]

I think you should make me.

[ Oh, his throat must be feeling better if he's floating in close like that and speaking outloud. For a moment Pure Vanilla debates ignoring him, just to be a brat in return, but he knows if he doesn't figure something out, Shadow Milk will just get louder.

So he stops walking to turn, reaching up to grip the Beasts hair by his face and pull the floating blueberry down to him. The kiss is heated and heavy as he pulls the hand holding Shadow Milk past him so the other is forced to come in close and remain there. His licks against the seam of the Beasts lips and then pushes into his mouth, touching his tongue with his own just to taste him. Then he pulls back and bites hard against his bottom lip, blunt teeth sinking in until there's blood.

Then he licks the split lip with a soft, apologetic touch, before murmuring against Shadow Milks mouth, his voice soft and husky. ]

Be a good boy and shut up, and I promise to give you more pleasure than you ever recall feeling.

[ And, for good measure, he tries to dig his mental fingers into the connection, drags a mental tongue across it just like he did with Shadow Milks lips. Then pulls back with a smile, sweet and chaste like he didn't just do that, and turns and begins walking again. ]

Coming?

[It doesn't, it hurts like hell, but what's a little pain for the bit? Anyway, he wonders if he can be even more annoying and get some kind of reaction out of-]

[Oh.]

[OH.]

[What a disgraceful noise he makes when Vanilla just captures him, pulls him, and then does that. Once again, it's deeply overwhelming, the sudden heated contact, the aggression, the intrusiveness of it. Like he has no choice but to let him in, to let him consume him from the inside out, and Shadow Milk is more than willing to lay himself out like a buffet.]

[He feels that pinch on his lips, the hot feeling of blood running down his lips, the taste of it in his own mouth, and then that gentle apology afterwards. It sends fire down his spine and he's left stunned, once again, trying to get his brain to catch back up again.]

[He floats there kind of stupidly with an attracted, gobsmacked look on his face and then starts to float after him.]

Coming.

[He hopes to the witches this man is the death of him.]

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