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Zach Klein

[bxneca]

vitavitri:

     he was ready to face every kind of reaction. Be it a laughter, a scream, a rejection; anything, he had thought of each and every of those possibilities and, although he liked none of them, he had armored his fragile heart so that it could resist to any attack. This, though. This had not been foreseen at all, and for a moment he hoped it would be easy, he hoped she would say she was feeling the same and had been waiting for all that time to tell him, too. Unfortunately, none of this happened. 

      Gwen’s words hit him like a wave and he had to do his best not to fall on the ground in that moment. She walked to him, and having her so close to him only made his heart rush further. Oh, he could take her face in his hands and kiss her before she realized what was happening, but it would not be fair. She had to understand that he meant a completely different thing, that his affection had gone beyond a mere friendship a long time before ( who knows, maybe it had been like that since the first moment he had seen ). 

      “Of course I’m your friend. But, you see, there’s something more.” Even his smile was nervous, and he gulped before going on. “I like you like something more than a simple friend. I’d love to be closer to you, and to do things like, uh…” His cheeks were on fire now. “… kissing you.”

         it seemed impossible, but Gwen could hear that rushed rhythm of his heart as she stood there, looking into his eyes- almost losing herself in their beauty and kindness. a thing she was not used to see, not used to feel. it was like a very rare gift she always took with her- that beautiful gaze that in the past made the doll dream of a better life, better days. far from torture, abuse and with only happiness and... and...

           love! she almost shouted the word as it crossed her mind. that WAS what Sir Noel was trying to say, how dumb could she be!? by the way he acted, the way his cheeks were a deep red shade, it could only be that but... how could he love a creature like her? an ABOMINATION created as a punishment for a bad, bad kid?  the doll maker was certainly a curious boy- or maybe he didn’t know her story yet. like she didn’t know his. but nothing mattered anymore. he was confessing something Gwen had never found until now. how wicked it was! that after many, many centuries the doll could find love once more- that same feeling that got her killed.

          shaking her head, she looked up at Noel once more, this time surprised. ‘ you... see me as more than a friend? ’ her little hands rested on his chest, listening to his heart beat before closing her eyes. then, the most genuine smile was painted on her lips. ‘ you know... I think you’re not the only one. you make me feel alive, Sir Noel. ’ you make me feel human, once more, she thought as she hugged him close, looking up at him. perhaps... expecting something. or just enjoying the moment.

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vitavitri:

      it is so easy to lose control, yet so difficult to gain it back. It grows up inside him like a tide, like clouds crowding the sky so the rain can come down with more intensity, and he knows there are no umbrellas good enough to shelter the storm which will come from his body. He is an earthquake in human form, and no saints nor gods can stop the beast he becomes. It is not as if someone else took his place, pushing the gentle boy in a corner of his own mind just to make him a powerless spectator in the show of horrors which will follow: it is still him, but his mind is drowned in a red mist, and his thoughts are not so clear anymore. He is brought back to his true nature, his true soul; the soul of a toy which wants but destroy everything around him. 

      In such a state, he never recognizes everyone. Ever. Friends and foes, they are all equals to his glass-like eyes, and he attacks them indiscriminately, as if they all belonged to the same category to him. His fingers turn into claws and he is on them before they can try to stop him and bring him back to his senses. It is all useless, because there is nothing to bring back: one can only wait till it is all over and the monster is satisfied, leaving Noel with blood on his hands and a sense of guilt buried deep in his chest, like the roots of a rotting tree. 

      Growling, he pushes and hurts everything he touches, turning to smithereens what his fingertips brush against ( a strange kind of King Midas he is ), be it wood or glass or porcelain. The fury embraces him like a mother his child, and he does not hear the words coming from her mouth, telling him to stop. And he is so lost in his wrath that eventually he hits her to shut her up. She, whom he would die for. She, who managed to make that little, fragile heart beat so much. He hits her out of control, sending her on the floor, and it is the sound she makes when she lands which makes him stop, finally. The fire in his eyes calms down and is put off little by little, and he is not sure whther he wants to see what he has done or not. He is afraid to face the consequences of his actions. Eventually, though, he has to. There are pieces of porcelain scattered all over the floor, and holes in what once were her arm and cheek. She does not seem to be feeling so much pain and looks around as if to make sure she is all there, even if far from her body. A few seconds and she is looking up at him again; her eyes are filled with fear at first, but she must see something relieving in the boy’s face, because she smiles in the best and brightest way she can. He swears he can see her teeth from that one hole he made.

     "You’re back! It took you longer this time!” 

      And he also swears that there is something else cracking, this time inside his chest.

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vitavitri:

     his eyes focused for a moment on the feline before looking back at her, her face mirroring in his glass-like hues. “N-no, that’s nothing you have to worry about!” he blurted out, waving his hands in front of his chest as if to chase away that stupid idea. Of course there were BAD things he would have to tell her one of those days, but this was not the day. There were other secrets to unravel in that moment. 

     He cleared his throat. “Miss Gwen, I…” Ah, here the blush on his cheek came back. IT seemed like he could never send it away when she was with him. “It’s been a while since I’ve been feeling like this, and I thought it was time to tell you I…” One last step. It was all it would take him to confess himself and take that weight away from his chest. 

      “I… like you. A lot.”

         it was undeniable that Noel was acting strange- but the blush and the stuttering only made him look more cute than usual. Gwen wondered what was in his mind that had put him in such a state of shyness and embarrassment, as if he did the worst thing possible. but soon she’d leave those thoughts behind, listening to every word he said, cherishing the sound of his voice as if it was the last day she would hear it. as if she could lose him from night to day. 

           she expected the words the doll had been dreaming with, fantasizing in her childish way that Noel would be the one rescuing her from the Ringmaster’s grasp. however, what he said only made a soft blush creep to her cheeks and a crystalline giggle escape rosy lips. wasn’t it obvious? ‘ I know you like me, Sir Noel! if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be my friend, right? ’ oh, that sweet innocence tainting her thoughts and words.

         ‘ but you want to know a secret? ’ Gwen asked while standing up, moving closer to the doll maker to the point her body was pressed against his. with the same joyful smile, she looked up and exclaimed: ‘ I like you a lot, too! ’

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     even later, he would never find out where he had found the courage to go on, to step closer to the girl and open both his mouth and heart. Fingers nervously intertwined and toyed with one another, and the muscle in his chest beat faster and faster with every passing minute, making the tension unbearable. Was he ready for this? Of course not. But if he did not try now, he would not do it ever again. 

     He just hoped she would not laugh or send him away. 

     “Miss Gwen? I… have something to tell you.”

          gwen was happily playing with the dark cat that had passed by. the little doll was so entertain by the petting and purring of the feline that she barely noticed Sir Noel approaching her. only his sweet voice brought her back to reality, for it made the cat stop pacing from one way to the other and just stare up. once emerald hues met his, a smile even bigger than the one she had took over her lips. it was always a joy to see him, to have even a mere minute in his company.

            although part of her wanted more, the part that grew all those years that she had been trapped in that childish body. but those were thoughts that did not belong in that moment. therefore she shook them away, wanting to focus only on Noel. ‘ Something to tell me? Is it... bad? ’

[vitavitri]

     noises. downstairs, in the shop. He was close to slipping into one of his crisis again, but still had the strength to scream: “Who’s there?” Hoping they would hear the growl hiding under his voice and would take it as a reason good enough to run away as fast as possible before he ended up losing control.

[bxneca]

            oh, look at the mess you made, Gwen! broken dolls, even you are broken! the doll let the most embarrassed noises and squeals escape her pinkish lips as she heard the dollmaker’s voice. with her legs hurt, she had to crawl her way to the stairs that led to Noel’s room. ‘ I-I’m sorry! I just... wanted to see your dolls... ‘

[bxneca]

xinfelicitas

           the ringmaster was gone. there was no life in the circus, no more cries nor screams since his disappearance. yet those who were trapped would still remain in that filthy place, thrown away like trash. all dolls were broken, their souls finally free and at peace.                yet one remained untouched. as if to remember the curse that once lived withing those tents. the favorite doll of that once tortured soul was broken, yes. but she was still alive, her own little curse. alive and unable to think, to react.                an easy prey for no skilled predator.    

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[vitavitri]

    someone. anyone. help me. 

      Such a pity no one would here his silent help requests and he would stay there, hands clenching the bed stand, drums echoing in his head OVER and OVER again. 

[bxneca]

                and there she was, trying to sneak into the dollmaker’s shop to stare and play with his pretty little dolls. but Gwen wasn’t that much of a silent doll. she was clumsy enough to trip on the unknown, hence all those cracks on her skin. little did she know of what would happen upstairs.

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         For a moment he only stared at her fragile, small figure; how adorable          and beautiful she was, talking to the stars as if they were old friends—          could he ask for something more sweet? Slowly he approached, arms          wrapped aroud her, lips placing soft kisses against her face.

                   ❛ Hello my darling—— ❜

[bxneca]

           that warm embrace had made the doll shiver and turn around, emerald hues locking with his. oh, he came after all. how happy she was, to have his company in that stunning night. but what about the other dolls? they would be so jealous, so needy- if they found Lass around that precious doll they’d whine and call him, like sirens calling for their sailors. gwen hated them                   ‘ I see that you could join me... what an honor.’

[vitavitri]

     his eyes widened as soon as their lips collided, but even if he had wanted to end that kiss, he would have found out he could not ( he did not want to ).

[bxneca]

         oh, he had quite a sweet taste- it was different from the only she had kissed her. soon, her hands would be on his shoulders, forcing herself to stop.

[bxneca]

vitavitri

         cue the doll kissing the dollmaker.

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phantasmagoriiax

               ‘ tonight is such a calm night. ’         she mumbled, gaze fixed on the stars as the wind softly blew against her hair and skin. it wasn’t usual to be with Lass during nigh time- he was always busy with the other dolls- and it had been like that for such a long time that she almost forgot about his presence.

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              ❛ A mere walk—— yet you travel so quickly, my dear! ❜

       Oh some could say she was a smart, obedient girl. She kept walking        and he kept following closely, eyes shining at every step. She was so        young, so sweet… Before she could notice, an arm was already resting        on her shoulders, trying to pull her away from her path weakly.

                     ❛ This way you’ll miss so many beautiful THINGS. ❜

[bxneca]

                  ‘ I-I’m sorry, mister but I must-! ’           oh, before she could have finish her line, that arm was already around her, pulling her and making her little heart rush. how her cheeks became reddish and her pulse increased. that stunning yet dangerous man had only managed to make her go in a circle before she’d free herself.                    ‘ there’s no time for small delays! I must depart- ’

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               ❛ Oh hello there, little girl. ❜

       A sweet smile full of lies was all he needed to approach a young,        adorable, DELICIOUS girl. His movements were slow, cautious,        as if not to scare her away in the very moment they met. Oh what        a shame it’d be if he let her escape between his fingers. She was        so fragile, so beautiful, so——

                   ❛ What are you doing all alone in the woods? ❜

[bxneca]

                       ‘ good day, mister! ‘               said she as emerald hues looked at the man who stopped her. couldn’t he see she was in a HURRY? the sun would soon set and keeper trapped in the woods, surrounded by creepy, horrible creatures. that man, however, was so s t u n n i n g, his voice so enticing- all his stance screamed, trying to lure her. but mom had taught her how to BEHAVE, there fore she kept walking.                                  ‘ just taking a mere walk on the woods! ‘

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       ❛ Cowards and idiots, all of you! ❜

[bxneca]

          she is curled into a ball, at the corner of a tent and covering her eyes. this was bad, really really bad.