( He agrees quietly -- and with a nickname just for him, no less.
But, he does wonder if he feels it, too. Does he feel the way that their souljams are only all the more drawn to one another? How right it feels?
Fingers intertwin with the other's then, squeezing gently before he leans forward once more. The kiss this time -- it's a little less chaste, but it's no less gentle. At the least, it's before he can protest that nickname he's given him. )
[a good idea, since Shadow Milk was quite stunned by that nicknamed. outrageous! how dare he?!
Shadow Milk's eyes shut this time as he's drawn closer, his head tilting just a bit to one side so that he can catch Pure Vanilla's lips properly. as gentle as it is, Shadow Milk cannot deny the way his Soul Jam sings in response. two halves, joined together. the intimacy he's craved.
He can feel the way that Shadow Milk's loneliness has began to fade -- even if it's just a little. A soft sound of approval leaves him when Shadow Milk kisses him properly, fingers moving to card through blue-colored hair gently.
Can he feel it, too? The way that his soul becomes warmer with this much affection?
Shadow Milk's number begins to change then -- albeit it goes unnoticed for now. )
[the warmth is almost too much to bear! it's not burning hot, but it's a lot all at once to give to someone who used to despise such a thing. it's been months since Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk had their showdown at the Spire, and Shadow Milk had told his other half that he'd hated him.
look where they are, now...
he pulls back a bit suddenly as the memories return, huffing through his nose. the number above him looks like it's trying to change, flickering between five and six. Shadow Milk presses his hands to his head, as though he wants to claw his own eyes out]
This... warmth... In my Soul Jam...!
[tainted............. Pure Vanilla's light is seeping in]
( He pulls back suddenly, and Pure Vanilla can feel the slightest bit of disappointment. But then, Shadow Milk responds-- as he does -- and Pure Vanilla can't help but laugh almost warily at that. Still, his expression softens. )
I can feel it, too--
But, Shadow Milk Cookie, the warmth you feel is not one that you have to push away. All I wish is for you to be able to continue to feel whatever comfort I am able to offer you.
[Shadow Milk wants to push away, but there are weird things going on in his head that are telling him not to. he doesn't want to lose that light, that warmth, doesn't want to push away Pure Vanilla Cookie.
what is wrong with him?!
after a moment, Shadow Milk takes a breath and drops his arms. he seems to be calming down]
It... It feels...
[bad? no. the opposite of bad, actually! his fingers grip around his own Soul Jam as the warmth begins to fade. he wants it to come back... no, don't go away, come back!
his eyes dart up to Pure Vanilla's face again before Shadow Milk launches himself forward. he wraps his arms and legs around the taller man, holding on for dear life, like a koala. then he buries his nose against his neck. for warmth]
( Shadow Milk launches forward, to Pure Vanilla's surprise -- surprise to the point where he finds himself falling backwards. )
Ah-!
( He lands on his side then with a thud, and yet... he doesn't seem to mind. Even as it takes him a moment to really take in what was happening, he moves to wrap his arms around the other. )
[Pure Vanilla wasn't supposed to fall, but it is what it is! Shadow Milk will stay attached for a little while, until his brain catches up with him. for now, he's nosing, kissing, apologizing for knocking PV over. it only makes the warmth in his Soul Jam stronger.
good thing, too, because it sounds like some Shadows are approaching. Shadow Milk freezes, then turns to glare at one of them]
Uh. We're a little busy here. Buzz off!
[with a snap, his own Persona roars to life, appearing out of thin air and advancing on the monsters surrounding them]
( It feels like so much in the best way. Pure Vanilla himself has never felt as close to anyone else, after all. Their souljams seem to be intune with one another, as if they truly are one for a moment. But then, that moment between one another is short-lived.
Oh, dear... As nice as that moment was, they should really focus on the shadows around them.
His own persona emerges then, preparing to protect the both of them, rather than attack -- and Pure Vanilla can't help but notice Shadow Milk's number change to an 8. )
We will have time to resume this later. For now, we need to keep moving forward.
I believe that we've both grown stronger thanks to one another, blueberry!
[Shadow Milk doesn't notice the number change, yet. mostly because he's too focused on the Shadows advancing on them. he's enraged! they interrupted them!
he detaches from Pure Vanilla and floats to his feet, a manic grin splitting his face]
Hehe... Hahaha... Blueberry, is it? You fool. I'll allow it, for now! As long as you don't hold me back.
[he is ready to tear these Shadows apart. his own number finally stops at 7]
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( He agrees quietly -- and with a nickname just for him, no less.
But, he does wonder if he feels it, too. Does he feel the way that their souljams are only all the more drawn to one another? How right it feels?
Fingers intertwin with the other's then, squeezing gently before he leans forward once more. The kiss this time -- it's a little less chaste, but it's no less gentle. At the least, it's before he can protest that nickname he's given him. )
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Shadow Milk's eyes shut this time as he's drawn closer, his head tilting just a bit to one side so that he can catch Pure Vanilla's lips properly. as gentle as it is, Shadow Milk cannot deny the way his Soul Jam sings in response. two halves, joined together. the intimacy he's craved.
the loneliness feels like it's melting away]
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He can feel the way that Shadow Milk's loneliness has began to fade -- even if it's just a little. A soft sound of approval leaves him when Shadow Milk kisses him properly, fingers moving to card through blue-colored hair gently.
Can he feel it, too? The way that his soul becomes warmer with this much affection?
Shadow Milk's number begins to change then -- albeit it goes unnoticed for now. )
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look where they are, now...
he pulls back a bit suddenly as the memories return, huffing through his nose. the number above him looks like it's trying to change, flickering between five and six. Shadow Milk presses his hands to his head, as though he wants to claw his own eyes out]
This... warmth... In my Soul Jam...!
[tainted............. Pure Vanilla's light is seeping in]
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I can feel it, too--
But, Shadow Milk Cookie, the warmth you feel is not one that you have to push away. All I wish is for you to be able to continue to feel whatever comfort I am able to offer you.
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what is wrong with him?!
after a moment, Shadow Milk takes a breath and drops his arms. he seems to be calming down]
It... It feels...
[bad? no. the opposite of bad, actually! his fingers grip around his own Soul Jam as the warmth begins to fade. he wants it to come back... no, don't go away, come back!
his eyes dart up to Pure Vanilla's face again before Shadow Milk launches himself forward. he wraps his arms and legs around the taller man, holding on for dear life, like a koala. then he buries his nose against his neck. for warmth]
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Ah-!
( He lands on his side then with a thud, and yet... he doesn't seem to mind. Even as it takes him a moment to really take in what was happening, he moves to wrap his arms around the other. )
... I am not going anywhere. That is a promise.
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good thing, too, because it sounds like some Shadows are approaching. Shadow Milk freezes, then turns to glare at one of them]
Uh. We're a little busy here. Buzz off!
[with a snap, his own Persona roars to life, appearing out of thin air and advancing on the monsters surrounding them]
So rude! Peeking in on our private moment!
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Oh, dear... As nice as that moment was, they should really focus on the shadows around them.
His own persona emerges then, preparing to protect the both of them, rather than attack -- and Pure Vanilla can't help but notice Shadow Milk's number change to an 8. )
We will have time to resume this later. For now, we need to keep moving forward.
I believe that we've both grown stronger thanks to one another, blueberry!
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he detaches from Pure Vanilla and floats to his feet, a manic grin splitting his face]
Hehe... Hahaha... Blueberry, is it? You fool. I'll allow it, for now! As long as you don't hold me back.
[he is ready to tear these Shadows apart. his own number finally stops at 7]
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Pure Vanilla can't help but laugh cheerfully then, his persona moving forward. )
It thrills me that I can fight by your side! Do not worry. I shall protect you as we move through this maze.
Shall we start?