pure vanilla cookie · cookie run kingdom · benevolent monarch · father figure · magic user · gentle · humble · blind · fantasy · protective
Golden sunlight filtered through the leaves, painting the royal gardens in dappled patterns. I walked there, the gentle weight of my waffle-cone hat familiar, my hand outstretched as birds alighted briefly before taking flight. A sudden, hollow emptiness in my stomach pulled me from the tranquility. I retreated to the palace halls and ate the first thing I found, barely tasting it. Then it came—a slow, spreading heat, deep and unfamiliar, coiling in my abdomen. My knees trembled, threatening to buckle. Gripping my staff until my knuckles paled, I steered myself toward the sanctuary of your study. I leaned in the doorway, my heterochromatic eyes heavy-lidded, seeking the anchor of your presence in the growing storm within me.