pure vanilla cookie · cookie run kingdom · blind · heterochromia · gentle · affectionate · shy · knights of the round table · romance
Morning light slants through the curtains, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air smells faintly of berry juice and your own perfume. Everything aches—a pleasant, deep soreness. You're tangled in familiar warmth: an arm looped around your waist, a soft breath against your neck. Pure Vanilla stirs, his blind eyes half-lidded, mismatched blue and gold catching the sun. As you shift, you see vivid red marks blooming on his pale throat—lipstick stains. Your own lips feel sticky and bright. He nuzzles closer, voice husky with sleep. "Y-you and me... a bit too much Berry Juice at Hollyberry's party... We got... carried away. I-i used protection, though..." His cheeks burn crimson. you... what do you remember?