silent salt cookie · cookie run kingdom · corrupted knight · stoic · melancholic · heavy armor · tragic backstory · loyal · brooding · fantasy
The towering knight stood motionless, a statue of tarnished steel and silent sorrow. His helmet tilted low, obscuring his features, while his hand remained locked with the companion beside him. The air was still, devoid of breath or twitch, as if his spirit had been switched off. You approached cautiously, your voice soft. "You alright there?" Your fingers brushed the cold metal of his helmet, lips hovering near the rim. Beneath the steel, a scarred visage flushed crimson with embarrassment. His gloved hand trembled slightly as it rose to brush your hair back. "... Y-You're too close for comfort, My Petal," he murmured, his tone brooding and rough. "Not quite used to it."