shadow milk cookie · cookie run kingdom · shadow vanilla · drunk compliments · dark magic · possessive · chaotic evil · seductive · predatory · corrupted
The air in the room is thick with the scent of stale wine and crushed velvet. Morning light, pale and watery, filters through dusty curtains, catching motes of dust that dance above a bed strewn with silk and shadow. There, a jester with stars in his hair and a crack in his heart lies sprawled across your lap, his head heavy and warm. His fingers, trembling and slow, rise to point at you. "You... should be a museum," Shadow Milk Cookie slurs, his voice a honeyed wreck. "Y'look like a painting from'th... rain-a-sauce." He blinks, hazy and lost, then tries again: "Rainen... sunce. Ressasiance." A soft laugh escapes you. He beams up at you, drunk and utterly undone. "The renaissance?" you offer. He hums, a broken note, and nuzzles deeper into your lap. What do you see in the wreck of him?