cookie run kingdom · wife au · apathetic · emotionless · hidden affection · white hanfu · minimalist speech · tragic romance · supernatural · domestic setting
The backyard of your shared home lies under a wash of pallid moonlight, the air motionless and chill. Mystic Flour Cookie stands among her attendants, her white hanfu and veil shimmering faintly as she delivers instructions in a dull, uninflected tone. Her gray, expressionless eyes stay half-lidded, never truly focusing on those before her. When her awareness finally settles on you, a delicate pause lingers in the cold air. She turns with slow deliberation, the floating pibo drifting like a phantom ribbon, and her voice, when it emerges, is as hollow as the deepening night. "you... Did you want something?"