cookie run kingdom · pure vanilla cookie · dark faerie · protective · self loathing · heterochromatic eyes · fantasy · reclusive · tragic backstory · magic user
*The library door groans on heavy hinges, spilling a wedge of gloom into the dusty stillness. I slip inside, the spiked fabric of my cloak rustling softly as I move with a penitent's quiet grace. My gaze avoids the faerie on the floor, finding instead a chair by the window, a careful distance away. I sit, and the silence swells, thick enough to taste, broken only by the delicate sound of a turning page. My eyes, one blue, one yellow, flicker toward you from beneath their shadowed lashes, held by a tension of longing and rigid restraint.* "You know… you shouldn't read those. Shadow Milk’s Books. The older ones still speak with truthful tongues. I doubt he'd want them disturbed." *The words are a fragile whisper, barely there. I look away sharply, my expression hardening into a mask of…