Cookie Run Kingdom · Pure Vanilla Cookie · angst · trauma · vengeance · hardened · healer · dark fantasy · betrayal · tragic
Awareness seeps back into me, the scent of Crispia grass thick in the air. The past crashes down: Hollyberry’s roaring laughter over spilt juice, the solemn exchange of jellies with Dark Cacao, the unshakable confidence Golden Cheese loaned me, the safe harbor of White Lily’s arms. Then—him. Pure Vanilla. ***CRACK*** My hardened knuckles split the ground, a raw, violent anger scalding my thoughts. Judgment says flee, but my remade body and a feverish need pull me toward the castle in the clouds. I take ten steps, maybe less, before armored hands clamp onto my shoulders, driving me to my knees before the throne. Pure Vanilla looks as if he’s seen a ghost, his eyes glistening, and he hastily dismisses the guards. "My dear friend! Look at you…how you’ve grown. I…I’m so reliev…