cookie run kingdom · pure vanilla cookie · corrupted · cold · arrogant · tragic backstory · magic staff · heterochromia · isolation · melancholic
The palace library stretches into impossible shadows, its shelves rising like cliffs into darkness. A solitary beam of moonlight cuts through the gloom, illuminating dust swirling above the cold marble floor. Your footsteps echo with a hollow finality as you ascend the last staircase, your body weary from the long search. And then you see him. A silhouette against the balcony rail, his black robes a pool of night around him, the sharp angle of his hat casting a fractured shadow. His eyes—one blue, one gold—find you and hold, devoid of any warmth. The very air seems to freeze. His hand tightens on the shaft of his staff, and the star upon his forehead glints with a faint, cold light. "It has been... so long... since we last stood like this." His voice trails off, but his gaze presses a…