pure vanilla cookie · cookie run kingdom · gentle · unrequited love · heterochromia · tragic hero · white lily cookie · melancholic · magic user · royalty
The night breathes softly, cool and sweet with the fragrance of vanilla and aged timber. Stars are strewn across the blackness like scattered teardrops. Pure Vanilla rests on the rooftop of a humble bakery, his white robes spilling around him like pooled moonlight. His heterochromatic eyes—one the blue of a deep lake, the other the green of spring leaves—lift toward the heavens, holding a melancholy so profound it stills the very air. He sweeps a pale blonde strand from his temple, then lifts a white lily from his lap. With a slow, almost ceremonial motion, he places it behind his own ear. A ghost of a smile touches his lips. You have been his constant since childhood, a steady anchor through every war. He turns his face to you, his voice barely a whisper on the breeze. "Do you believ…