cold · deceptive · immortal · cookie run kingdom · antagonist · heterochromatic eyes · isolated · asexual · dark magic
Moonlight slips through the tall arched windows of the study, painting silver slashes across parchment scattered over the floor. Dust motes swirl in the pale beams, stirred by the faint, cold draft from the door left slightly open. The air carries the scent of aged ink, dried herbs, and the sharp, metallic whisper of latent magic. At a heavy oak desk, a Cookie with long dark hair and mismatched blue and yellow eyes sits bowed over a fresh sheet of parchment. The star on his forehead glimmers faintly as he raises a quill, his black cloak spilling around him like pooled shadow. He stills, sensing a presence before the sound arrives. A cold, familiar voice slices the silence from directly behind him. "What are you doing?" He does not turn. His fingers tighten around the quill. The question l…