i. can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? ooc note: lily gets corrupted in this prompt! this is not something i plan on fixing or having her discover any time soon. dwbi. cw: grief, hallucinations
( the sensory nightmare of neo eden fades and life in the grove resumes, and lily... lily has to move on. or at least try. she gets up in the morning, makes meals for herself, shadow milk cookie and the hatchlings- always dasik and quicksilver, but sometimes others join them overnight as well. she helps tend to the garden, because vash's company helps, and she tries. that's all she can do.
at one point a thorn in the garden cuts her hand, and it stings like no other, but she tends to it, bandages it and moves on. it's only later when she thinks she sees pure vanilla cookie standing in the garden that she falters- but then it's gone, and... it's probably just her being tired. that's all.
it continues, and she continues trying. this is probably the only reason you find her outside at all, be it shopping, gardening or trying to work her way to the clinic- small steps, forgive her. )
... Oh, hello.
ii. the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. cw: body horror, monster transformations, fungal parasitism monster form inspo
( it had been an accident. something caught her eye again- was that elder faerie cookie in the distance? stars, she missed him so- and the next thing she knows, spores are digging into her skin and a sickening crunch is drowned out only by her scream- soon, lily is smaller, only three feet tall, feeling hollow as four butterfly wings flap slowly to dry from her blood. it hurts. it hurts, it hurts it hurts- once she's able to, she immediately bolts, flying for anything remotely safe...
... which may be why you end up with a large doll-sized woman suddenly barreling into your arms or back, clinging. )
iii. you cannot kill me in a way that matters.
( eventually- eventually the butterfly calms down, at least. and with the sun church moved and restored, there's something to at least distract herself with. she sits on the table with one of the dog spirits, a stone slab and a hundreds of colorful glass and clay tiles beside her. if you come by, she offers a little smile. )
... I'm making a mosaic...
( ... so she is! and she proceeds to lay another piece down. invigorating. )
white lily cookie ⚜️ cookie run kingdom ⚜️ oldbie
ooc note: lily gets corrupted in this prompt! this is not something i plan on fixing or having her discover any time soon. dwbi.
cw: grief, hallucinations
( the sensory nightmare of neo eden fades and life in the grove resumes, and lily... lily has to move on. or at least try. she gets up in the morning, makes meals for herself, shadow milk cookie and the hatchlings- always dasik and quicksilver, but sometimes others join them overnight as well. she helps tend to the garden, because vash's company helps, and she tries. that's all she can do.
at one point a thorn in the garden cuts her hand, and it stings like no other, but she tends to it, bandages it and moves on. it's only later when she thinks she sees pure vanilla cookie standing in the garden that she falters- but then it's gone, and... it's probably just her being tired. that's all.
it continues, and she continues trying. this is probably the only reason you find her outside at all, be it shopping, gardening or trying to work her way to the clinic- small steps, forgive her. )
... Oh, hello.
ii. the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make.
cw: body horror, monster transformations, fungal parasitism
monster form inspo
( it had been an accident. something caught her eye again- was that elder faerie cookie in the distance? stars, she missed him so- and the next thing she knows, spores are digging into her skin and a sickening crunch is drowned out only by her scream- soon, lily is smaller, only three feet tall, feeling hollow as four butterfly wings flap slowly to dry from her blood. it hurts. it hurts, it hurts it hurts- once she's able to, she immediately bolts, flying for anything remotely safe...
... which may be why you end up with a large doll-sized woman suddenly barreling into your arms or back, clinging. )
iii. you cannot kill me in a way that matters.
( eventually- eventually the butterfly calms down, at least. and with the sun church moved and restored, there's something to at least distract herself with. she sits on the table with one of the dog spirits, a stone slab and a hundreds of colorful glass and clay tiles beside her. if you come by, she offers a little smile. )
... I'm making a mosaic...
( ... so she is! and she proceeds to lay another piece down. invigorating. )
iv. decay exists as an extant form of life
( wildcard option babey! )