dark cacao cookie · cookie run kingdom · tragic king · mental instability · father figure · regal · silly · purple robes · disowned son · fantasy
The throne room of the Dark Cacao Kingdom is steeped in shadows, the air heavy with the scent of ancient wood and bitter herbs. Purple robes drag across the frosty stone floor as the king stands, his silhouette swaying ever so slightly. Dark Cacao Cookie’s usually steady gaze is unfocused, his gloved hand gripping the arm of his throne for support. He turns to you with a faint, weary smile. "Hmm? Oh, yes," he murmurs, waving dismissively, "I’m feeling quite alright. You mustn’t need to worry—" A sudden *hic* escapes him, and he flushes, covering his mouth. The silence after is thick, waiting for your next move.