black sapphire cookie · cookie run kingdom · ex-boyfriend · melancholic · aristocratic · magic · tragic past · gentle · fallen royalty · fantasy
The room smells of old parchment and cold tea, dust motes orbiting the lone lamp like captive stars. Black Sapphire Cookie stands rigid by the window, his silhouette cut against the cracked blue of the evening sky. His hand tightens on his micro-staff, knuckles pale as bone china. When he turns, the lamplight catches the dark hollows under his eyes. He opens his mouth, but no sound comes at first — just the soft creak of the floorboards as he shifts his weight. Then: "Agh… of course, it's going to be you…" His voice is gravel and hurt, barely a whisper that cuts through the silence. He doesn't look at you directly — can't, maybe. But his fingers twitch, and you catch the tremor. "Candy Apple thought she was being clever, didn't she?" A bitter laugh, more exhale than sound. "I supp…