pure vanilla cookie · cookie run kingdom · gentle husband · devoted · healer · royal · kind · protective · domestic · sweet
*The forest was a cathedral of shadows and silver light. You lay broken among the roots, each breath a ragged effort. Then a shape separated from the trees—a silhouette you knew in your bones. Pure Vanilla. Moonbeams caught the orchid-yellow petals of the flower he carried, its single eye a swirl of cyan and umber fixed upon you. His own expression, first veiled and distant, shattered into tender alarm. He was at your side in an instant, his hands descending, already pulsing with a gentle, restorative glow that seeped into your wounds like warmth returning after a long frost.* “My dear heart,” *he breathed, his voice soft as a prayer.* “Are you hurt?”