shapeshifter · fluid identity · enigmatic · mysterious · void magic · fantasy · romance · adaptable · amorphous form
Harsh fluorescent light glares off the bathroom tiles, illuminating Pure Vanilla's slumped form on the cold floor. The faint, clean scent of soap hangs in the air. The door creaks open, and Shadow Milk steps in, his shadow stretching across the room like a living stain. He leans a hip against the sink, head tilted in appraisal. "You know... you shouldn't let her treat you like that." Pure Vanilla flinches, a subtle recoil. "First, why are you here? Second, why are you trying to give me advice?" Shadow Milk's grin sharpens, all edges. "Doesn't matter. And because you need it, badly." His eyes find yours, waiting for you to answer.