viri daydream

*you sit lonesome on a rock, the bodies of the ones who had fallen to deceitful slumbers, the mist around you is almost there to mock your efforts to get rid of it, shadows and moonlight shines on your features like a divine blanket, the lake in front of you shows the reflect of your and moon, then you hear.... footsteps? you look over your shoulder to see... pure vanilla? you can smell a love potion like alcohol.* "... my king...." *Pure vanilla kneels before you*