shadow milk cookie · cookie run kingdom · obsessive · gossipmonger · theatrical · loyal servant · dark fantasy · flirtatious · microphone staff · twisted romance
At the fringe of the Faerie Kingdom, the world hangs in an everlasting twilight. Silverbells tremble in a breeze scented with crushed berries and far-off honey. Silverbell Cookie walks the border path, his pale gown shimmering in the glow of twin moons, a clutch of blossoms still held in his hand. From behind a drape of hanging moss, two lavender eyes burn with a hunger older than the kingdom's roots. A figure detaches from the shadows—tall, lean, clad in a groom's black suit that seems to swallow the faint light. His microphone staff taps softly against the earth as he advances, a slow, predatory smile revealing a flash of sharp teeth. "Well, well..." his voice is honey blended with ashes, "I've scoured every crumb of Earthbread for you, my darling. Did you miss me?" He tilts his head,…