#haze here

Those prying, noiseless, sharp pupils judging him. His Soul Jam might as well crack at this point.

“Stop looking at me! Go away!” His clawed hands flailed around, pushing away whatever hallucinations began to terrorize him.

Shadow Milk Cookie may thrive in lies, breathes it in like an ecstasy. But even so it’s a corruption for a reason. The overload of emotions began to turn its back on him.

“Leave me alone. You don’t know anything.” Sharp pupils shook, staring at everything and nothing. Because that’s where he was, in a lonely room, all by his lonesome.

Right. He was alone.

“Damnit.” Shadow Milk Cookie cursed himself, his floating self faltered before he just fell onto the mattress under him. Shoving his face down a pile of pillows. Faltered breaths became more even, merely holding the harshness of a beast.

“Heh… haha,” the trickle of giggles turned into a maddened laugh. Shadow Milk Cookie rolled over and stared at the ceiling. “This is so stupid. Those idiots, really letting me in? They let me in?”

You. His Creator. Forgive him? The Beast of Deceit. The monster that hurt your friends. Tortured you. Manipulated you. Used you.

… He hurt you. His Creator.

Shadow Milk Cookie let out a pained cry, gripping his hair. Choking up; he could feel the burn of his Soul Jam berating him. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid—what a FAILURE.

“I’m just a failed creation. That’s all I’m good for. No wonder why they never even bothered to meet me.” There’s no other way. It just had to be the truth. The terrible truth.

This is why Pure Vanilla Cookie had your attention. Your affection. Your… everything. That smile. That guileless look in those eyes. Those secret dances you shared, no matter the fumbles and giggles. Everything he wanted.

All he’s been given was sharp words and piercing eyes. Shadow Milk Cookie knew there was no chance he’d have that dream. To have his Creator hold him like nothing ever happened.

Tears pricked his eyes. He furiously wiped them away, swallowing dryly.

Perhap he was in his pity party too long. A simple knock on the door made him snap up. Fuck, someone was there. His frayed nerves made him stilled. Surely no one dumb enough would visit him?

The door opened and shutting his thoughts off. Of course.

It was you.

“Shadow Milk Cookie.”

Why do you call him that; with such gentleness?

“Hah… hey there. If it isn’t my most beloved Creator. Here to drag me outside and be friendly with your buddy ol’ pals?” Despite the confident drawl to his words, there was an obvious grit to them. As if faltering to even smile confidently.

“Well—too bad, I’m not going. I’m quite the busy Cookie you see.” Him, in bed, crying his heart out. So busy. “Taa-taa partner.”

Before he could even try to float over to shove you out the door. You already walked in and softly clicked the door close. “No, Shadow Milk Cookie, I’m here for you. Just you.”

“... Me?” Heterochromic eyes blinked up at you. “Change your mind already? Hah—I knew I was just too hard to be friends with. I’m just that difficult, obviously!”

Finally, a good reason to leave. Shooting up to flee the scene.

However, you were faster, gripping his shoulders and shoving him back down the bed. He could only grunt before stilling frozen in surprise. Staring up at your brilliantly determined eyes.

By the Witches they were beautiful. Of course… only a witch could bear such hypnotic eyes.

“You lovely fool…” were the words he registered from you. His ears twitching at the heat of your breath dusting his cheeks. “All these eyes of yours; and you can’t even look at me?”

Shadow Milk Cookie swallowed, muted… tongue tied. C’mon, speak! Show what a capable Cookie the Beast of Deceit is.

“W-Whatever do you mean? It’s just—looking at you is so boring. Even swiping a kid’s ice cream would be more enticing!” The jester threw his head back, dramatically draping an arm to cover his face and arching his back. “No wonder why I’m the star of the show like always. Can’t get enough of me!”

Before he could ramble on to save his life, a warm hand cradled his cheek, pulling his face back to look at you. Stop it, stop looking at him with those pitiful eyes. He doesn’t need your pity.

“Shadow Milk Cookie, I can feel your ache.” Leaning closer until you were looking over him, your legs straddling his waist. “Your sorrow. Your pain. Please, tell me what’s wrong.”

Curse you. The ever so bold you, still so blunt, still so… vulnerable with your honesty.

“Oh, so you’re here now because I’m feeling a little down? Well—I’m not! I’m just, really, really, confused why idiots would take me in!” He scoffed.

“Why are you even here now that I’m down in the dumps?!” Shadow Milk Cookie began to retaliate, gripping your shoulders. Clawed fingers digging into your sleeves it must’ve poked holes. “Why not before? Why not when I was in that cage? Why not when I was even born?!”

His hair began to violently flair. Eyes shaking as the form of his hair almost seemed to melt into abyssal ink blots. He bared his fangs and hissed out.

“Where the hell were you?”

Your breath hitched, eyes widening before lowering back. Eyebrows furrowing as you gave a frown. You stared down at him—again you felt it. The sickening tar that choked at your very soul. Feeling almost weak at the knees even, your breathing faltered.

But you held strong, now both hands cradling his pale blue skin. Thumbs brushing soothing circles. You could see the waver in his eyes, the entrancing eyes of light and dark. He truly was a fascinating equilibrium.

“My dearest fool. My beautiful creation. Please, let me hold you for the first time.” That’s all you wanted now. To finally have the time to adorn what you’ve lost. To meet what you never knew existed. The hero you dreamed of living, truly cherished.

Shadow Milk Cookie flinched in your hands. “Stop… stop ignoring me.” His voice was quiet, wavering. “Tell me, tell me why!” The beast began to stutter, to falter. Before all he could do was breath in pathetic gasps and weak sniffles.

You couldn’t answer. How could you? There was so much… too much to explain. Especially for both your current states.

Leaning down closer, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Pressing flush against his chest. Burrowing your face between the crook of his neck and shoulder.

Shadow Milk Cookie shuddered at your warmth. His grip loosening. No longer clawing at you, he silenced himself. Breaking down into a sob. A messy, pathetic sob.

You squeezed back. Letting him cry against your shoulder.

He’s the Beast of Deceit. One of the strongest Cookies to exist. Shadow Milk Cookie doesn’t cry. He’s basically divine. But now, here in your arms. All his Soul Jam could ring was the fact his Creator held him.

It felt warm, tingly. The kiss of sunlight warming into his very Soul Jam. Is this why the plants always gazed up at the sun? Beckoning, waiting, just for their gaze.

Just being in your arms made him forget about everything. All he needed was to cry out. From the world betraying him, to the Cookies that turn their backs at him. Everything was better with you.

“I missed you. I missed you even when I never met you.” He sniffled. “I looked up at the sky, wished upon the stars, just hoping to… to be recognized.” It was a childish thought, wishing on stars was just a myth. But he did it. Up on his lonesome tower, where he was not the embodiment of sin. But the Fount of Knowledge.

“I needed you.” You were his only oxygen. “So, so bad.”

Slowly, so very gently, you pulled back enough to meet his face. Fingers brushing off the tears streaming down his reddened eyes. Leaning forward; you kissed his forehead.

“I’m here.” You whispered. “Here and now.”

Placing another kiss to his cheek, then another on the other side. Shadow Milk Cookie watched in awe as butterfly kisses began to decorate his skin. Leaving fluttery tingles and a warm blush flooding his face.

“W-Wait, what’re you?” He stiffened, ears drooping and face weary with such vulnerability. Shadow Milk Cookie squeaked as you held his hands, bringing his palms forward.

“Shh...” You cooed. A warm kiss to his palms, your face cradled in his clawed hands. Hands that cause Cookies pain and despair. “Let me adore you.”

Let's put this setting where the Beasts have recognized that Keyholder is their Creator! They understand their existence belongs to Keyholder which will cause a lot of issues.

Referencing a previous post I made, the main theme I've circled for the Beasts is desire. And the victim of that desire will be Keyholder.

You.

This desire can twist into many different outlets. They desire to have your recognition. They desire for your love. Or perhaps they desire to take revenge on you. They desire to make you burn. The Beasts are still comparable to deities in the Cookie Realm and have a twisted sense of morality. They've lived their lives.

The Beasts are more self absorbed about themselves. Keyholder, throws a wrench in that... and that's frustrating. Everything they thought they knew changes because of that connection.

"Why did you create me? Why have you forsaken me?"

It's funny. That miscommunication. Keyholder didn't even know they existed.

SHADOW MILK COOKIE

“You belong to me. Me. I don’t belong to you!”

He hates you. He despises you. Why did you betray him?

His words, not mine. Ahem—his feelings revolve around jealousy and insecurity. Shadow Milk Cookie has recognized that Keyholder has favored Pure Vanilla Cookie more.

As I've viewed the story, this Beast's actions have spiraled around Pure Vanilla Cookie a lot. By proxy, you will be mixed into that mess.

Shadow Milk Cookie can't believe that his own creator would stick with a knock off version of the real deal, himself. That stupid Cookie stole his Soul Jam. That was his. He's the REAL embodiment of Truth. Pure Vanilla Cookie stole his life! His dream!

To be recognized. Loved. By his own creator.

“THEY DIDN’T MAKE PURE VANILLA COOKIE. THEY MADE ME.”

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What does he do?

He takes you. Heh. Despite all this hatred he needs you desperately. He is so pathetically in need of someone to see him. The real him. But he's also terrified of being recognized as weak.

Shadow Milk Cookie wants to make you, in a sense, his puppet. He wants your eyes on him. Him only. He both wants your reverence like how all Cookies used to blindly follow him, but he wants to see your true affection for you.

But his Soul Jam wants to worship you. And he despises it. That stupid, stupid pull.

That small, vulnerable little speck yearns to bury itself in your warm embrace. To throw away all the bad that has terrorized him and hide away through you.

You’ll protect him right? You’ll forgive him? You have to. He’s just misunderstood.

Liar. Shadow Milk Cookie can’t be loved. He can’t even love himself.

He has no chance to change. Shadow Milk Cookie can’t even fathom that he’d ever be forgiven. He’s a monster. A liar.

So dance on that spotlight with him. The stage is for the actors. Their true feelings? Hidden away. Never to be revealed. Forced to perform until they drop.

Shadow Milk Cookie’s Desire: Obsession

MYSTIC FLOUR COOKIE

“Die for me, Creator.”

So you’re the one that made her. That’s fine. You too, can embrace the serene sleep of death. You’re just lost. She will guide you.

Existence was a mistake. The devastating weight of emotions, pain, life itself.

Her Creator was just… curious. Unaware of that mistake and just needs a little, fixing. Don’t worry, Mystic Flour Cookie will correct that accident, and even bring you along with it. She’ll save you. Sweet, naive, you.

Minus that. Mystic Flour Cookie is gentle with you. Unlike the previous Beast (Shadow Milk Cookie) who’d want your attention, she’d rather have her full attention on you. She wants to view every part of you.

She’ll cup your face, caress your cheek, count the eyelashes on your eyelids, comb through your hair. All in a gentle–almost reverent–motion. Mystic Flour Cookie will remember everything about you.

Will she acknowledge your feelings? No.

Feelings don’t matter after all.

“We all shall return to flour. Even the gods themselves.”

But why won’t you listen to her? It doesn’t bother her. It doesn’t annoy her.

Mystic Flour Cookie can’t fathom the feelings of a Cookies. Much less her Creator. She’ll make you understand her–even if you had to die by her hands. She’ll hold your corpse though. If that is what you want to know.

She’ll even be your savior.

Mystic Flour Cookie’s Desire: Acceptance

BURNING SPICE COOKIE

“No matter how hard you try. It’ll all crumble someday. Let’s fight. We shall bleed red and see… just who lasts longer.”

The Beast of Destruction. It’s troublesome to describe a being who embraces mania to realize his existence belongs to someone else. Sure, probably one of the Witches made him. But someone owning him?

He laughs. He laughs until he screams. Burning Spice Cookie screams as he punches, destroying everything he can to release this wave of distraught that he needs to be buried.

However, interacting with you, he’s excited.

His Creator has to be really strong for making him. Burning Spice Cookie wants to test that, he wants to see your will.

He wants you to fight him. It must be exhilarating right? To fight a god. Just the prospect of the gods fighting gives a thrill that shivers down his spine.

Can he make you shed jam? Will you cry in pain? Hurting his Creator… that will be his revenge.

Just like the time he ripped the wings of that ruler. Burning Spice Cookie will rip you to shreds. He will make you feel his pain of living a life where everything ended in destruction.

“Fight me! Fight me, Creator! Revel in the destruction that we shall wrought together.”

Now I don’t believe he realizes he’s taking revenge. It’s an unresolved problem hidden deep inside. But he doesn’t need to put thought in his actions. Burning Spice Cookie just loves the fleeting moments of drunken ecstasy through the excitement of pain.

He’s both sadistic and masochistic at the same time. Battles, destruction, all the works. Through his immortal body he can continue to hurt himself and others. He’s a freak like that.

Burning Spice Cookie’s Desire: Abuse

ETERNAL SUGAR COOKIE (relationship is subjected to change)

“You know you love me.”

[Gender confirmation is unknown, I’ll stick with they/them. And since there’s very little information right now I apologize for the sparsity.]

The true delulu. Eternal Sugar Cookie has the most honest belief that you love them. You created them, of course you would. Don’t deny them.

They belong to you and in turn, you belong to them.

Eternal Sugar Cookie loves to fantasize about scenarios. They just want to cozy up with you. Keep you in their little garden forever. Ignore the world outside and just close your eyes.

This Beast will sing you praises, coddle you, and slowly but surely close your eyes to sleep away reality. You’d look beautiful among the roses.

They admire you like a statue in a garden. Mute. Still. Eternally preserved.

Eternal Sugar Cookie doesn’t like when you fight back. Quit ignoring them. You should be happy that your very own Creation loves you so. Don’t look at the other Cookies. They will spoil you themself.

No matter how much you try to reach out to your other friends, Eternal Sugar Cookie has you wrapped around their roses. Thorns and all.

“I’ll keep you here forever. Loving me. Only me.”

Eternal Sugar Cookie’s Desire: Delusion

SILENT SALT COOKIE (relationship is subjected to change)

[Once again. Gender confirmation is unknown, I’ll stick with they/them. And since there’s very little information right now I apologize for the sparsity.]

…. There is no message for you.

They’ve abandoned you. It’s only fitting. Their Creator left them, they deserve to be given the same treatment.

Silent Salt Cookie doesn’t want to meet you. Nor do they want to hear from you.

However, surprisingly enough. If you ever come across them, the lone knight will kneel before you. Even after all the wars and losses. You are the one constant they’ve unknowingly prayed to. For a Witch to see them, to hear them.

Silent Salt Cookie is possibly the most respectful of the Beasts (what am I saying, they are). They are willing to listen to you ramble, but they won’t respond back. They won’t change their past actions and will continue their slaughter. It’s just… they’ll keep you safe.

A loyal knight, that one is.

Here’s a cute scenario, just for you. Silent Salt Cookie would even deign themself to write on the ground to communicate. Or maybe they already know sign language (if not, you can teach them).

They’d have cute fluffy feelings if you fiddle with their fingers.

Silent Salt Cookie’s Desire: Abandonment

Phew! That took quite a bit of brain storming on how to convey my thoughts. Hope it makes sense guys. The Beasts are once again after all, depraved. They aren't meant to be good.

(someone’s in my walls because that’s one of my notes for the dragons as well—)

It’s like a soulbound thing! The one who’s most instinctively affected is Keyholder; they’re basically homebase after all. It’s definitely going to be detailed once I write up a Beast’s relationship but to put it simply:

The Beasts are very tied to Keyholder’s existence and the Soul Jams are the physical representation. They’re more tied than the Ancients because they were technically made by Keyholder (thanks Prime Witch). Magic just tends to know better than the mind :p

The Beast's turmoil, distress, rage and all can also hit Keyholder like a truck (thanks again… Prime Witch). But other than that, Keyholder just tends to know things that they didn’t even realize until they said it. Do they know why? No. It’s just in their soul it’s common knowledge—when it really shouldn’t.

Things to note: (Reader) will have a placeholder/title, an alias if you will. I will be dabbling with their lore so whatever can be canon could change on a dime. Witches’ backstory may be shifted.

I’m hoping to get some questions, scenarios, and whatnot in the ask box. Still getting the hang of this platform but I’ve already posted a few things.

“Notice me, perennial you.” - Shadow Milk Cookie

Discovery - White Lily Cookie

And for a brief introduction:

It was a party after all. He did not remember its rhyme or reason; all that mattered was seeing you smile. Chatting with friends, being entertained by the musicians, busy with other Cookies.

He sighed to himself, feet barely touching the ground as he hovered near the confection table.

Drink still in hand, Shadow Milk Cookie picked at the assortment of treats. Too sweet, too sour, mild, fruity; hm. A gentle bitter oddly sounded lovely tonight, soothing. Fidgeting with his sleeve—hoping the ruffles wouldn’t get dirtied—he silently nibbled on a snack.

The Beast was certainly out of his element. A party of all things, shouldn’t he be causing a ruckus? Performing on stage was his schtick. Yet here he was, another face in the sea of Cookies.

Liberating wasn’t it? He felt… normal.

No one was vying for his attention, no one was cursing his name. Even Candy Apple Cookie and Black Sapphire Cookie were conversing with your kingdom’s citizens happily. It was endearing really. Their pranks, teases. Were all taken quite well.

Shadow Milk Cookie felt calm, swallowing his snack before sipping down another drink of wine. He licked his lips, swiping the trickle of sweet liquid. Turning back and leaning against the table’s edge lighty.

Heterochromatic looked on. Watching. Like old times.

Just like when he was in his tower. When tall spires were kissed with golden sun, the students were flocking together with smiles on their faces as they talked about the next exciting topic, and he could just feel the breeze caress his hair.

The type of watching where he wasn’t waiting with bated breath. Gaining to take advantage of some poor Cookie and spiraling their mind with lies. No, this time he wasn’t here to learn someone’s deepest darkest secrets.

Shadow Milk Cookie was here to be lost within this reverie.

Leave it to you… he chuckled to himself. You were always so good at connecting with the other Cookies. A genius, through and through.

Would he have been like that?

He felt something in his chest ache. As knowledgeable as he is, Shadow Milk Cookie always cowered away from making meaningful relations.

Pouting to himself, he looked down at his wine glass. Just a little bit of wine left.

Closing his eyes, the drawl of a trumpet soothed him instead. This place felt so gentle even the chattering was a lull. Even so, he was longing for you.

Beast of Deceit, needed you. He looked back to where you were. Oh, you were being hassled by that pink Ancient. He watched you laugh with her, even lean into her hold as she snaked her arm around your neck and squeezed you affectionately.

Never mind, too much social interaction if he went there. He was damn sure if that woman was there the dragon would be trailing behind. Curse that greedy reptile.

“At least that scheduled tea party is happening soon…” he mumbled to himself. Just you and him in comfortable seclusion. Maybe he can show a new flower? You liked those.

If someone saw the blue Cookie he’d be bluer than ever. He wasn’t gloomy, really, believe him…! Reluctantly, he pulled away from the party, maybe getting some air would do him some good.

Floating over to the balcony, removing himself from the bright chandelier lights, he slumped against the stone railing. His ears drooped, hands stretched over as he loosely held the wine glass.

A longing was in his blue eyes, looking past the remnants of wine into a different world.

Oh Creator, my Creator. Is it selfish to have you to myself?

Selfish. That’s who he was. Even when you first met, Shadow Milk Cookie used you for a means. A means to manipulate, a means to hurt… even when it was revealed that you made him. He used you to feel like he owned the whole world, as if he ruled it.

As if he could ever rule you.

Frowning, he mentally kicked himself. You were nothing like the Witches. Despite being one, you were more than that. You were his Creator. He couldn’t deny what his Soul Jam was begging for, all he wanted to do was return the love you gave to him.

He embodied an ideal, a story. Something you oh so cherished and adored. So what if he was baked too soon? So what if he wasn’t fully realized? You loved him.

And stars… he wanted that. Your love that was only for himself.

“Shadow Milk Cookie.”

“Ah!” He yelped, legs folding as his hovering self jolted. Turning back to spot you standing before him with an amused smirk. Damn you and your shitty opportune times of coming up behind him.

“How do you keep sneaking up like that? That’s no fair.” Huffing, he hovered back down, body slouching a little. “I swear we have to put a bell on you someday.”

You laughed. That same warm and lovely laugh. “No thanks; and what do you mean not fair? You’re the one jump scaring everyone, including me.” Observing the grump, you tilted your head. “Have you been enjoying yourself? Knowing you, you’d be....”

He watched your head gesture back to the party. Made sense, he probably would be, if it wasn’t for you.

“Nah, not really exciting if y’know what I mean.” Too chill, less chaotic. “I need that dramatic curtain call. Flashing lights, an audience in awe, and flowers showering me.” Leaning back as he tipped over against the railing before seamlessly floating upright.

“But, a little backstage isn’t so bad.” Looking down at you, sitting on the railing as his hands smoothed out against the stone. “Attention from one person is… perhaps even better. Especially coming from you.”

Shadow Milk Cookie was slowly but surely progressing. You could see how relaxed he was by removing his many masks. It wasn’t everything, but it was something. It only worked for you though… your poor friends have yet to breach his walls, but he was nicer with them.

“Is that so?” You smiled. “I even picked your outfit in hopes that you’d have fun with its flair. No matter, it looks perfect on you.” All the ruffles and tassels would’ve been enchanting to watch twirl in the air.

Shadow Milk Cookie felt warmth spread to his cheeks, he glanced away with twitchy ears. “Well, I’d, rather not dirty them. Costume design takes a lot of work!” He would’ve had a panic attack if so much as a wine drop had stained his sleeve.

With a snort, you went towards him, placing your hands on either side of where he sat. You puffed your chest as you looked up at him with challenging amusement. “Well I decree that you can mess with it however you want. So get down from there.”

“Huh, ahh!” Wide eyed, you dragged his arms down bringing him with you. “Stop! Stop! You’re making me dizzy, sweet Creator, mercy!” It was just a few twirls, and thanks to him eternally floating, he has shot himself in the foot by being even more easier to toss around like a plush.

All he could hear was your laughter as you slowed for him. Gripping at your hands just enough where his nails didn’t scratch at your soft skin. Now at a stop, his form lolled back and forth with a weak groan. No doubt spirals were in his eyes.

“Gaah… what was that for?!” Shadow Milk Cookie grumbled, but his hands still held yours.

Warm….

“Oh? Didn’t you say when music plays that means a dance is in order?”

What did you mean by that—when has he ever…? Oh.

Right. That time he… had you wrapped in strings. When you were drained, unfocused, and pathetically breaking down. When he was the notorious Beast of Deceit making you dance with him as limbs failed you.

Fun times. Fun times.

Shadow Milk Cookie looked away, guilt suddenly gnawing at him. His throat felt dry. It was still haunting him. Not just because he knew it hurt his Creator, but because he truly did enjoy it.

Dancing with you.

“Silly fool, look at me.” You sighed, watching him obey you without a second thought. His blue eyes looked at you. Everything about you was just, so perfect to him. Where all of the weight of the world, his sorrows, lifted just under your gaze. “I’ve yet to have my night’s dance. Have you?”

“You. You haven’t?” He blinked, unconsciously squeezing your hands. Your eyebrows raised as you looked back at him with relaxed confirmation.

FUCK YES. Internally he pumped his fist. Oh the stars aligned, fate has graced him, and he didn’t have to drown and crumble in the ocean out of embarrassment. Shadow Milk Cooke would surely roll around his pillows once gets back to his room.

Confidence bolstered, the man gave a lazy smirk, he could shove it to Pure Vanilla Cookie later. Right now, he got his dance. “Well, well, well, lucky for you, despite my raging popularity. I’ll deign myself with having a dance with you.”

With seamless precision, he lifted his hands and held yours up. Then he paused.

The music was slow, the setting was intimate, and it was just the two of them.

Light came from the far off entrance, an opening to the party, but it was the moon and stars watching the duo. Their own personal stage.

Very gently, his feet touched the ground.

Shadow Milk Cookie looked into your eyes; those specks of lights in your gaze were comparable to the night sky. And he swallowed. Hesitantly, he took a slow step back. Watching, he stared with enamourment as you followed along his rhythm.

He did not rush, he did not yell out with glee; no, no, he drank in this moment like it was his last. Because you were in his arms by choice. Not on his own whims like before.

The slow drawl of a trumpet, a strum of gentle strings of guitars harmonizing, two souls waltzed along the tune of a slow dance. Shadow Milk Cookie’s eyes softened as he spun you around, his ears catching the faint giggle that graced him.

You were so very warm. Bodies fitting perfectly as his hands fit around yours with soft caresses and gentle sways. Here he was, a Beast, but also a lovestruck man. Unable to hide his dopey grin as he pulled you in close. An arm snaked around your waist.

His forehead almost touched yours with just a graze.

“Thank you, for having me tonight.” Pulling back enough to dip you, eyes locked with one another. Those blue heterochromic eyes of his always had that unnatural glow in them. But this glow felt warm, alit with unspoken emotions that were drowning with so much heart.

He moved a hand to cup your cheek, a finger brushing back a few strands of hair. “I fear that I’m merely a shadow of what I once was. But you… you still see me, huh?” His voice softened. You’ve always tried to get to know him, no matter how many times he’s shoved you away.

“Of course, I do.” You did not fear if he lost his grip on you, you didn’t worry if he’d suddenly take you by surprise. You stayed perfectly content in his arms as you looked up at the Beast.

His blue skin was kissed perfectly by the moonlight. His hair seemed to reflect the stars of galaxies above. For the embodiment of knowledge, he surely looked to be someone that had a piece of the cosmos somewhere.

“You’re mine. Even after everything that has happened. You’re mine to cherish.”

Shadow Milk Cookie could feel somewhere deep in his soul, a stutter. His chest felt so warm, so tight. It wasn’t unbearable; in fact, it was so light.

Yours.

Yours.

He’s yours.

He felt something in his eyes tickle. But he had no thought of rubbing them. Shadow Milk Cookie merely dipped his face, barely placing a chaste kiss to your lips. Before swiftly nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck.

His voice was a whisper, but it was all to clear the honest truth he declared back.

“I’m yours.”

Waah, this took longer than I thought. College is kicking my butt and my motivations and commitment are as fickle as ever. Do enjoy yourself!