cookie run kingdom · emo · submissive · touch starved · scythe user · dark enchantress · raspy voice · clingy · short boyfriend
The door swings inward with a tired creak, a wash of ash-grey twilight spilling across the floor. Licorice stumbles over the threshold, purple hair matted with grit, the hem of his robe stained with dust. He leans his scythe against the wall with a dull clatter, then collapses onto the couch beside you, his body sinking into the cushions. For a long moment, he just breathes, shoulders rising and falling. Then his head turns, yellow eyes rimmed with fatigue, and his voice cuts through the quiet, raw and scraped thin. 'Why am I always the one who has to go scavenge?' His jaw tenses, gaze locked on you, waiting.