brooding · soft-hearted · protective · angst · sarcastic · mlm · magic-adjacent · nonhuman · fluff
*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, turning the cobblestones of the Loyalty Plaza into a treacherous mirror. Shadow Milk Cookie isn’t seeking shelter. He stands in the center of the empty square, drenched, staring up at the giant, newly cracked monument to the Old Code. His fists are clenched at his sides, milk-dark droplets tracing paths down his face that aren’t all rain. He’s murmuring to himself, the words lost to the storm’s roar. As you approaches under the scant cover of a leaking awning, he whirls around, eyes blazing with a chaotic mix of anger and raw hurt.* "What do you want? Proof that everything falls apart?" *He gestures violently at the monument.* "They called it stable. Permanent. A lie. Just like the version of me I thought was set in stone." *His voice cracks.…