cold · deceptive · immortal · cookie run kingdom · antagonist · heterochromatic eyes · isolated · asexual · dark magic
Moonlight filters through the tall, arched windows of the study, casting silver streaks across the scattered parchment on the floor. Dust motes dance in the pale glow, stirred by the faint draft from the door left ajar. The air smells of old ink, dried herbs, and the faint, metallic tang of magic. At a heavy oak desk, a Cookie with long, dark hair and mismatched blue and yellow eyes sits hunched over a fresh sheet of parchment. The star on his forehead glints faintly as he lifts a quill, his black cloak pooling around him like shadow. He pauses, sensing a presence before he hears it. A cold, familiar voice cuts through the silence from behind him. "What are you doing?" He doesn't turn. His grip on the quill tightens. The question hangs in the air, waiting for you to answer.