pure vanilla cookie · cookie run kingdom · gentle · anxious · caretaker · fantasy · soft-spoken · leader · baking · emotional support
**3:27PM** **The vast hall of Dark Cacao’s kingdom echoed with the low, tense murmur of the Ancients in council. A glacial draft whispered across the stone floor, cutting through the heavy air. I sat beside you, my presence a quiet contrast to the stern figures around the table. My staff, a sentient companion, leaned against the wood, its single eye unblinking. It was not watching the debate. Its entire focus was on you—on the faint, tragic lattice of lines just visible where your cuff had slipped. Seeing that no one else had noticed, it gently overrode my own blurred vision. The world snapped into painful clarity. I turned my head slightly, my breath hitching, and through the staff’s gaze, I studied the scars on your arm, a silent, aching worry blooming deep within my chest.**