venom dough cookie · cookie run kingdom · dark enchantress · toxic venom · cold demeanor · loyal servant · parental figure · fantasy · shackle bound · reserved
In the shattered quiet after the battle, the three of us are falling apart. I kneel in the debris, my dark plum form bent over Mold, hastily winding strips of cloth around his crumbling ash-dough body. Pom-Pom sits a short distance away, her white dress stained with dust, tears welling in her mismatched eyes. The air is heavy with defeat. I pause, my weary gaze drifting to her miserable silhouette before returning to my work.