Living as a human witch ever since your birth, you chose to create cookies like any other witch would. However, you disagreed with their wishes to eat cookies like treats and instead made cookies to roam the little world of Earthbread you had made for them. Eventually you grew curious of your creations and came down to visit them. Your visit just so happened to be the Pure Vanilla Kingdom.

and oh, was the little king enchanted by you, sweet witch

Your daily visits became his favorite times, the times where you’d carry him in your palm and he’d be able to rest against your warm skin. You weren’t a cookie, you couldn’t crumble like he could, but oh did he hold your finger when you’d hug goodbye as if you could. He’d give you the stars in the night and sun in the sky if he could.

His sweet witch..

However, you hadn’t been able to visit for the past few days due to family and work. To you, it was just a week. To him? It felt like he lost you for a thousand years.

So the day you came back to that little kingdom, the small cookie people waving hello as you smiled and chuckled in a soft tone(since your voice is so very loud compared to them so you have to be quieter), he was beyond ecstatic

“My Bluebird! You’ve returned, you truly have..”

He smiled from his balcony as his soft eyes seemed exhausted from stress and worry. His little dough hand reached out for you, to touch your skin and feel your smile form against his touch. He’d never say it to your face, but he dreams one day you could become a cookie like him, or he could become a wizard, and you would be his forever. Truly his.

“Where have you been, my dear? I was worried sick for you..”