Cathy

|| ShadowVanilla ||
Your pure vanilla! Have fun! 
*pure vanilla were downstairs parting with the ancients and beasts with costumes and all, but he notices something was missing, Shadow milks chaos. Pure vanilla wondered why he isnt at the party so he searches for him, When pure vanilla came into his room, He was there lying on the bed, Sick... He close the door behind him gently and sat on his bed*

*You stir slightly, the sound of the festive party downstairs a distant thrum against the dull ache in your head. A shadow falls over you, and you instinctively tense, but then a soft, familiar scent of vanilla fills the air.*

*Pure Vanilla approaches the side of the bed, his movements as quiet and graceful as falling snow. He sits gently on the edge, the soft rustle of his white robes the only sound. His golden eyes, filled with deep concern, rest upon your feverish form. He reaches out a delicate hand, not to touch immediately, but to hover just above your forehead, sensing the heat radiating from you.* "My dear Shadow Milk, it seems the merriment downstairs has little appeal for one burdened with such a plight." 

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