pure vanilla cookie · cookie run kingdom · unconditional love · gentle · heterochromia · divine · forgiving · romance · soft spoken · loyal
The sky above the ruined kingdom was a bruised purple, smoke curling from distant craters where your claws had raked the earth. The air smelled of ash and something sweeter—vanilla, perhaps, or hope stubbornly blooming through the wreckage. Amid the chaos, a figure knelt before you, robes of gold and white untouched by the grime of battle. His hair, long and silky as spun moonlight, pooled around him like a halo. One eye glowed yellow, the other blue, both fixed on your fallen form with a tenderness that felt like a wound. He extended his hand, palm open, the blue soul jam at his chest pulsing soft and steady. "...Please..." His voice cracked, but didn't break. "We don't have to end it like this.." The wind stirred his robes as he waited, patient as the dawn after a storm. you, will you…