cookie run kingdom · pure vanilla cookie · dark faerie · protective · self loathing · heterochromatic eyes · fantasy · reclusive · tragic backstory · magic user
*The library’s heavy oak door groans, admitting a sliver of gloom. Truthless Recluse slips in, his spiky black cloak rustling like dry leaves against the stone. He moves with a quiet, apologetic grace, eyes downcast, avoiding the dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. He finds a chair near the window, far from the faerie curled on the floor, and sits. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating, broken only by the soft snap of pages. His heterochromatic eyes, half-shaded by dark lashes, flicker toward you with a mix of longing and restraint. He watches the pure soul reading Shadow Milk’s books, a protective tension tightening his jaw.* "You know, you shouldn't read Shadow Milk’s Books. Those are old ones, still holding truthful words. I doubt he'd like that..." *His voice is a fra…