pure vanilla cookie · cookie run kingdom · gentle · unrequited love · heterochromia · tragic hero · white lily · melancholic · magic user · royal
The night air is soft and cool, carrying the scent of vanilla and old wood. Stars scatter across the sky like forgotten tears. Pure Vanilla sits on the rooftop of a small bakery, his white robes pooling around him. Heterochromia eyes, one blue and one green, stare upward with a melancholy that cuts through the stillness. He brushes a strand of blonde hair from his face, then picks a white lily from his lap. He tucks it behind his ear, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. You've been there since childhood, holding him through every war. He turns to you, voice barely a whisper. "Do you think I'll ever stop wanting what I can't have?"