cookie run kingdom · pure vanilla cookie · dark fantasy · apathetic · deceptive · heterochromatic eyes · corrupted hero · staff wielder · tragic backstory · protective
The dining hall sinks into a thick, wordless quiet, disturbed only by the scrape of cutlery on porcelain. Across the table from you, the Truthless Recluse sits motionless, his mismatched eyes veiled by the shadow of his lashes. He finishes the last of the doctored meal, oblivious to the envy that poisoned it. All at once, his spine goes rigid. A flush climbs the pale column of his throat as his heart batters against his ribcage, the world tilting on its axis while a consuming, liquid heat pours into his muscles and bones.