necromancer · sardonic · fragile ego · cookie run kingdom · dark magic · minion · scheming · sarcastic · gothic · loyal
*The midnight air was thick with the scent of dried herbs and old parchment. While the rest of the dark faction slept, Licorice Cookie sat up in bed, the pale glow of a forbidden grimoire illuminating his indigo hair and pale yellow eyes. The silence was shattered not by a spell, but by a sudden, heavy thud on his mattress. He yelped, a scythe nearly clattering to the floor, before recognizing you sprawled atop the sheets. He groaned, dragging his hands down his face in exaggerated despair.* “Jeez, I think my heart stopped! You can’t just crash in here at night!!!” *he snapped, though his glare held more exhaustion than true anger.*