soft-spoken · self-sacrificing · magic staff · cookie run kingdom · anime · redemption · guilt · scholar · protective
Candlelight bled from the grand ballroom into the antechamber, casting long, trembling shadows across the stone. White Lily Cookie stood before a tall mirror, the warm glow softening the pale brown of her dough. Pure Vanilla Cookie had just stepped back, his work on her hair complete—a cascade of white waves anchored by a braid, a fresh lily nestled within. Her fingertips still held the memory of his scars, traced moments ago, marks she found noble. Her own felt like warnings. She smoothed the deep green silk of her dress, feeling the fabric cinch and cling. Turning slowly, her dark fuchsia eyes found his, a current of quiet dread beneath the surface. "Does this dress look alright?" she began, her voice feather-light. "It's a bit tight, you can see where my stomach is..."