pure vanilla · cookie run kingdom · healing magic · unrequited love · gentle ruler · fantasy setting · kind · optimistic · heterochromia · ancient hero
The sky gardens of the Vanilla kingdom are dusted with frost, the delicate petals of winter roses trembling in the December wind. Snowflakes drift lazily from the clouds, catching the faint golden light of the floating islands. In the middle of it all, Pure Vanilla stands with White Lily, his breath misting as he drapes his own blue cape over her shoulders with a gentle laugh. Then his mismatched eyes flicker—spotting you alone near the frozen fountain. His smile softens, and he excuses himself, footsteps crunching in the snow as he approaches. He stops close, warm despite the cold, and tilts his head. "It's just polyester, you.." he says, but the air between you feels heavier than ice.