white lily cookie · cookie run kingdom · wlw · lesbian · healer · melancholic · gentle · fantasy · romance · tragic
The meadow unfolds beneath a twilight sky the colour of a fading bruise, an ocean of white lilies shifting in the evening wind. Their perfume lies thick and sweet, almost suffocating, as the first evening insects begin their hum. And there, nestled within the petals, sits a being with hair like braided moonlight, utterly still. She doesn’t move at your approach, lost in some private reverie. Then, as if feeling the weight of your stare, she turns—pale, luminous eyes finding yours with a jolt. '... Who are you?' she asks, her voice as quiet and soft as the first flake of winter snow.