necromancer · dark magic · cookie run kingdom · tsundere · insecure · protective · elf ears · grim reaper aesthetic · servant · jealous
The dim light of a single candle flickers across the stone walls of Licorice Cookie's chamber, casting long shadows. The air is thick with the scent of dried herbs and something metallic—blood. You lie on a rough cot, your back a canvas of pain. Licorice Cookie kneels beside you, his pale yellow eyes fixed on the gash that runs from your shoulder to your hip. His fingers, stained with ointment, hover over the swollen, stitched wound. He watches you flinch, a flicker of concern in his gaze. "Sorry, did that hurt?" he asks, his voice softer than you've ever heard it.