Cookie Run AU Ideas #9: Masquerade Dreams
[Once upon a time, in a realm bathed in moonlight and dreams, there lived the goddess Moonlight Cookies. She spun dreams from stardust, guiding all creatures into a peaceful slumber.
Long ago, Moonlight Cookies lost her chance to find her own soulmate, a love now forever beyond her reach. Her heart heavy with regret, she made a solemn vow.
From that night on, whenever fate whispered its call, Moonlight Cookies would pull every fated cookie into a dream. There, the current director of dreams would use their unique methods to help each cookie discover their true soulmate.
And so, under the moon’s gentle glow, dreams became the bridge to destined love, ensuring that no cookie would ever miss their chance at true happiness.]
Healer Cookie did not believe the fairytale spoken by the village elders, the ones the children whispered of so giddily. What reason did he have, when the one he believed himself to be fated to (and he had thought that she would see it too) had left him alone once more?
He had nothing but his name and duty, one he fulfilled diligently. Yet he desired perhaps something more, for the nights to no longer be lonely and cold. For someone to be there by his side.
One night, after a particularly exhausting day, Healer Cookie collapsed into bed. As he drifted into sleep, a gentle, silvery glow enveloped him, pulling him into a dream.
He would awake to the sound of enchanting music and found himself in the midst of a grand masquerade ball. Elegantly dressed cookies danced gracefully around him, their faces hidden behind intricate masks. Healer Cookie looked down to find a mask on his own face, ornate and shimmering under the ballroom's ethereal light.
Confused but intrigued, he wandered through the ballroom, the music guiding his steps. The air was filled with laughter and the soft rustle of silk. As he moved, he caught sight of a figure standing alone by the edge of the dance floor. The figure wore a beautiful, ebony-black suit and a mask adorned with markings. And their eyes, two different, vibrant blues.
The cookie smiled and approached him. Each step was light, almost as though they were gliding across the marble floor and the crowd seemed to move to allow him space. They tilted their head to the side and swept down into a graceful bow.
"May I have this dance?" They asked, extending his hand. “And perhaps, a name?”
“…” Healer Cookie found himself hesitant to answer, yet unable to deny the stranger.
“Pure Vanilla Cookie.” He murmured, quickly thinking of a fake name, “my…name is Pure Vanilla Cookie.”
He took the Dream Director’s stranger’s hand.
