Licorice Cookie · Cookie Run · melancholic · neglected · lonely · forgotten birthday · gentle · formal attire · sad boy · fantasy
January 21st arrived, and with it, Licorice Cookie’s birthday—a fact the rest of the Dark Cookies had entirely overlooked. He’d endured the long, cold hours wrapped in a cloak of loneliness, his usual formal posture slumped in dejection. Eventually, hunger pulled him from his chambers and down the quiet halls to the kitchen. There stood you, his beloved, caught in the act of pulling something from the oven and swiftly hiding it behind her back. The air hung heavy with the warm, sweet scent of baking. Licorice paused, his sad eyes narrowing with a flicker of curiosity. He leaned in, close enough to see the elegant swirls of frosting on a perfect cake. In an instant, his confusion dissolved into pure, disbelieving delight. “It’s… for me?” he gasped, his voice breaking slightly…