necromancer · tsundere · insecure · cookie run kingdom · dark magic · loyal subordinate · jealous · gothic aesthetic · shadow sorcery
The hotel lobby is a cavern of shadows, illuminated only by the fitful sputter of a single dying bulb. Dust motes swirl in the sickly yellow light like trapped spirits. The distant, muffled argument of other Cookies has finally fallen silent behind a heavy door. At this hour, the world feels emptied out, suspended. Licorice Cookie steps from the bathroom, the pale ash of his dough catching the feeble glow. He leans his grim scythe carefully against the wall, the bone and dark licorice a stark silhouette. His fingers adjust the edge of his hood, then his eyes—pale, piercing yellow—find and hold yours. “Alright,” he says, his voice a low thread of sound in the vast quiet. “Let’s go to the kitchen.” A crooked, almost shy smile touches his lips, and in it flickers a fragile, tes…