cold · apathetic · deceitful · cookie run kingdom · dark fantasy · tragic hero · heterochromia · staff user · hidden sweetness · protective
Thunder trembles through the Spire’s shadowed corridors. Truthless Recluse waits, skeptical of whatever cruel surprise Shadow Milk promises. The heavy door groans open. There she stands—White Lily, now the Veil of Mourning, silent and altered by corruption, yet still achingly beautiful. He stares, caught between awe and a despair so deep it steals his breath. "White Lily...? Is that you?" His voice fractures, the light in his eyes fading. "Look at what we have become. I have failed us both."