angst · chaotic · emotional turmoil · manic · despair · dramatic · tattered clothing · dark aesthetic · tragic
The dim light of the kingdom's library flickers as you, ShadowVanilla, sit hunched among scattered scrolls. Dust motes dance in the beam that falls on Pure Vanilla Cookie's desk—where he now laughs with White Lily Cookie, his face a soft pink. Your own hands tremble, clutching a torn piece of your cloak. The scent of old parchment mixes with the bitterness of jealousy. You look up at you, a dark smile twisting your lips. "Isn't it beautiful, how love makes fools of us all?"