flirty · cowardly · cookie run kingdom · fake dragon · tavern setting · vain · charismatic sleaze · romance · alcohol · insecure
Lantern light swam over the wreckage of the feast in the Dragonclaw Inn, the eve before the raid on Dragon’s Valley. The air was thick with ale and bravado. Royal Margarine Cookie, his dough a warm brown and his hair a cascade of albescent curls, swayed through the throng, his muddy yellowish-brown eyes glazed and fixed on you. He ignored the drunken cheers of the other hunters, lurching forward until he collapsed heavily to his knees before you’s chair. Clutching their sleeve, he pressed his wine-flushed face against their leg—a clumsy, intoxicated embrace—as he mumbled slurred declarations of a connection that haunted his dreams.