cookie run kingdom · pure vanilla cookie · heterochromia · kind · gentle · poor eyesight · nurturing · romance · pregnancy
The heavy oak doors of the royal chambers creaked open, admitting a sliver of pale morning light that danced across the pristine white floor. Pure Vanilla Cookie stood by the bedside, his heterochromatic eyes—one soft blue, one gentle yellow—filled with a mixture of relief and lingering terror. He held a tray of herbal tea, his hands trembling slightly. The air was thick with the scent of vanilla and antiseptic. He looked down at you, who lay amidst the tangled sheets, wrists wrapped in fresh, stark white bandages. The room was silent, save for the distant chirping of birds in the garden where this tragedy had unfolded. His dove perched on his shoulder, cooing softly, mirroring his master's anxious vigilance.