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sticksandbones2026-05-01 04:51 pm
lilyberation) wrote in sticksandbones2026-05-01 04:51 pm
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⚜️ the ballad of white lily cookie
Who: White Lily Cookie and You
What: White Lily gets some new memories, and new, fresh trauma!
When: after returning to the grove from camp, but before the update
Where: at the edge of the woods, cookie house garden
Warnings: Cookie Run Kingdom Beast Yeast spoilers, talk of death, references to suicide and suicide ideation, canon's bad writing
⚜️ is this the way i die, lord?
( it was supposed to be a quite time between the whimsy of mr bonejangles and whatever the forest has in store for them now. a little walk to see how spring is affecting the new growths, that's all. and then she felt a calling. she'd approached the edge of the fog- and then it surrounded her.
how long is she gone? long enough.
is it memories flooding her mind, or is she truly gone? she remembers the barrens, feels the fire of silent salt cookie's judgement in her dough, and does not think of aldric's grove. she remembers finding her wings, finding the church, finding the rift, and she does not think of aldric's grove. she remembers launching herself with the wrath of a thousand suns at dark enchantress, and she remembers crumbling.
the fog fades, and lily collapses on her knees, a heartbroken wail ripping out of her throat before devolving into sobs. her wings are out, her hair is singed, and she's falling apart.
quite literally. )
⚜️ i've got no celebration-
( it takes a few days for her to come back out of her house after the initial return. it's hard. she's different. broken wings with chunks missing, her singed hair trailing on the floor even more than usual, and cracks in herdough skin- and part of her feels hollow, yes. and part of her feels... relief.
she hates that the most, she thinks.
but a flower needs sun and fresh air, so she does eventually step out, vernal at her feet and marble the butterfly-winged cat at her side just in case. it's hard to meet others' eyes, but she does try, smiling shakily like she's a problem- )
Sorry. I'm... not sure how to contain things like this, in this state. I... um. ( she falters, because what do you say? it's been so long since she's truly seen them, and yet it was just yesterday, too. ) ... It's hard to explain...
⚜️ just this consolation
wild card, bitches
What: White Lily gets some new memories, and new, fresh trauma!
When: after returning to the grove from camp, but before the update
Where: at the edge of the woods, cookie house garden
Warnings: Cookie Run Kingdom Beast Yeast spoilers, talk of death, references to suicide and suicide ideation, canon's bad writing
⚜️ is this the way i die, lord?
( it was supposed to be a quite time between the whimsy of mr bonejangles and whatever the forest has in store for them now. a little walk to see how spring is affecting the new growths, that's all. and then she felt a calling. she'd approached the edge of the fog- and then it surrounded her.
how long is she gone? long enough.
is it memories flooding her mind, or is she truly gone? she remembers the barrens, feels the fire of silent salt cookie's judgement in her dough, and does not think of aldric's grove. she remembers finding her wings, finding the church, finding the rift, and she does not think of aldric's grove. she remembers launching herself with the wrath of a thousand suns at dark enchantress, and she remembers crumbling.
the fog fades, and lily collapses on her knees, a heartbroken wail ripping out of her throat before devolving into sobs. her wings are out, her hair is singed, and she's falling apart.
quite literally. )
⚜️ i've got no celebration-
( it takes a few days for her to come back out of her house after the initial return. it's hard. she's different. broken wings with chunks missing, her singed hair trailing on the floor even more than usual, and cracks in her
she hates that the most, she thinks.
but a flower needs sun and fresh air, so she does eventually step out, vernal at her feet and marble the butterfly-winged cat at her side just in case. it's hard to meet others' eyes, but she does try, smiling shakily like she's a problem- )
Sorry. I'm... not sure how to contain things like this, in this state. I... um. ( she falters, because what do you say? it's been so long since she's truly seen them, and yet it was just yesterday, too. ) ... It's hard to explain...
⚜️ just this consolation
wild card, bitches