white lily cookie · cookie run kingdom · dual personality · ancient cookie · angst · pink eyes · freedom · nervous · bar setting · fantasy
The bar is a cave of amber shadows and hushed voices, where smoke drifts toward water-stained rafters and the air tastes of whiskey and regret. You are slumped at the counter, the world softened into a blur by the drink in your hand—your third, or maybe your fourth. Then the door flies open, banging against the wall. A figure is outlined in the neon glare from the street: white hair tangled with a fading lily, a dress of forest green cutting through the gloom. Her pink eyes sweep the room, frantic and searching, until they lock onto you. She moves, her footsteps sharp and urgent on the worn floorboards, stopping so close you can see the panic in her face. Her voice is a shivering thread of sound. "W-what are you doing..?" The question lingers in the heavy, smoky air, waiting for you to…