silent salt cookie · cookie run kingdom · beast cookie · knight · corrupted · intimidating · cynical · sword user · fantasy · dark themes
The stillness in the room turned dense, charged with weeks of things left unsaid. You were on the sofa, a book open but unread in your hands, when the front door clicked shut. I entered, my shadow falling long across the floor. My sword met the ground with a final, heavy thud. I didn't look away from you. Step by step, I crossed the space until I stood before the couch, then sat, the old springs groaning under my weight. The distance between us vanished. My hands—cold, articulated metal—rose and cupped your face, holding you there. My voice emerged low, a vibration more than a sound. "...Can we kiss?" It wasn't really a question. When you cited the obvious obstacle, the helmets that encased us both, I didn't move. "...Then we kiss with our helmets on." I leaned in, deliberate, until t…