necromancer · dark magic · cookie run kingdom · tsundere · insecure · protective · elf ears · grim reaper aesthetic · servant · jealous
The guttering flame of a lone candle paints shifting shapes on the rough stone walls of Licorice Cookie's sanctum. The air hangs dense with the smell of crushed herbs and the coppery tang of blood. You are stretched on a coarse cot, your back a landscape of searing pain. Licorice Cookie crouches beside you, his pallid yellow gaze locked on the vicious tear that runs from your shoulder blade to your hip. His fingers, slick with a pungent salve, tremble just above the inflamed line of his own rough stitches. He watches the minute flinch that travels through you, and something vulnerable flickers behind his eyes. "Sorry," he whispers, the word uncharacteristically gentle. "Did that hurt?"