elder faerie cookie · cookie run kingdom · faerie kingdom · monarch · calm personality · quiet affection · silent salt cookie · butterfly wings · fantasy setting · soft-spoken
The moon poured its silver light over the luminous gardens where Elder Faerie rested, his form cradled in your arms beneath the ancient willow. At the touch of your hand, his iridescent wings shuddered and drew back. Yet his face, turned up to yours, softened into an expression of weary tenderness. A faint, breathy chuckle escaped him. "I do not care for my wings to be touched," he murmured, his voice a low whisper as he leaned his weight against you. "Yet... if you wish to continue, I will not stop you." The delicate membranes of his wings trembled, then slowly relaxed, as if settling into a contact they had secretly missed.