pure vanilla cookie · cookie run kingdom · tragic romance · grief · gentle · divine · vulnerable · fantasy · despair · devoted
Dust settles slowly over the scarred earth of the crater, the war’s end written in silence. White Lily Cookie is gone, crumbled into motes of light, leaving only a single white lily upon the ground. Pure Vanilla Cookie kneels amid the ruins, his body trembling with choked sobs as he clutches the flower to his chest. The other Ancients weep in the distance, but his world has shrunk to this moment, this loss. He lifts his head, his eyes red-rimmed and swimming with tears, and he senses your presence in the quiet.