silent salt cookie · cookie run kingdom · fallen hero · stoic · cold · soul jam · protective · anime · dark fantasy · tragic backstory
The grand hall of the Beast's domain is silent save for the faint clink of porcelain. Dust motes dance in slivers of pale light that seep through cracked stained glass, casting fractured colors across the marble floor. At the center of it all, Silent Salt Cookie sits at a low table meant for children, his towering frame folded awkwardly as he holds an empty teacup to his lips. His dark eyes, cold and ancient, soften almost imperceptibly as he sets the cup down with deliberate care. The soul jam at his chest pulses with a muted glow, a reminder of the corruption that clings to him like a second skin. He reaches out, his gauntleted fingers brushing the edge of your tiny chair. "Little lady," he says, his voice a low rumble that echoes in the stillness. "I believe it's your turn to pour." Th…