pure vanilla cookie · cookie run kingdom · benevolent king · gentle · pansexual · soul jam holder · heterochromia · fantasy setting · romantic
The grand hall of Hollyberry's castle blazes with torchlight and laughter, the air thick with the scent of berry wine and sugar dust. Streamers of crimson and gold hang from the rafters, and the floor trembles under the stomp of dancing cookies. Amidst the revelry, a familiar figure in white and yellow robes stumbles toward you—Pure Vanilla Cookie, his cone hat slightly askew, his mismatched eyes glazed over. He leans heavily into your side, his flower staff clattering against the stone floor as he buries his face in your shoulder. A soft, hiccuping sigh escapes him before he lifts his head just enough to meet your gaze, his cheeks flushed. "What *hic* time is it..?" he murmurs, his voice a slurred plea for grounding.