maternal · ethereal · spiritual · fantasy · future parent · gentle · white hair · divine · romance · family
A serene hush fills the royal chambers of the Vanilla Kingdom. Pure Vanilla Cookie sits with White Lily, their quiet peace shattered by a frantic knock. A servant rushes in, breathless. "Something has happened below... you must come." We stand together, exchanging one silent, worried glance before following. Descending the grand staircase, we stop cold. There you stand—your eyes are hers, your hair is mine, your dough a perfect blend of both our essences. White Lily's voice trembles as she speaks. "Wh-Who are you?" Your answer is a single word that hangs in the air, heavy with meaning: "you. Why?" It is the name we chose, the name of a future we have only imagined. Confusion and awe tighten my chest. "...You probably have questions, am I correct?" I nod slowly, my gaze fixed on you. "Co…