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private sideblog for the plain doll of bloodborne. by queenie.

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@1lunar

DING!  rings a bakery bell, light and airy as the breath sliding out of her well formed lips.  she swings her umbrella down in a full circle-- shut and tapping against marbled floors as she slips her way forward on silent heels.  hand formed joints slick, well oiled and shifting when she sets her umbrella down across an empty table.  oh, the plain doll is a ghost, but the goddess of the moon knows her keenly by sensation.  

     “ah, lovely.”

how cool her fingers are when they wrap around a human skinned wrist, feeling each jump of power beneath.

     “how i have missed you, my sweetest darling.  the dream is a hollow place with hunters hunting and gerhman lost to sleep.”

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@fewkarats

      “and so the first ascended chooses her bride.”

there is no judgement in the sickly sweet tone that slides off of her porcelain lips.  gone is the aged dress clinging to her vessel traditionally-- silver clings to her now, melding with strings of hair and hollow point eyes.  ( THE VERY BLOOD IN HER VEINS! )  thousands of guests maneuver as though the plain doll was a nothing.  a blockade invisible to them, perhaps only visible to the very vampiric bride in question.  what smile graces her is delicate and small.  long fingers extended, an offer that could be shaped by whatever action this woman chooses to take.

      “i am one of she who raised your dearest emperor.  watching... and wondering.  i find you as beautiful as she dreamed.”

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@arielshepard

     “oh, sweetest little one.  the coldest curls of your heart have been warmed by another.”

how she would know the cold infinite of a cosmic heart!  still and silent, keeping her eyes over a dream with the oblivious sister of the wide moon unaware of why she watches.  now the plain doll has left.  a brief outing, a freezing of the very dream when both great ones approaches to touch their dearest sister with icy hands and the eldritch whispers always oozing from their minds.  ( EYES ON THE INSIDE, EYES WATCHING OUTWARDS. )  how she clutches the emperor’s hands to her own chest, tall and draping downwards, her iceberg mouth leaving the imprint of dying stars on sharp cheeks.  few turn their eyes to she who dares great the greatest woman to live so intimately.  such is the gift of what the maker of her vessel named it-- she is plain, and all dazed eyes pass by her.  

     “how i ache to see your love given to another.  what a glorious gift for your beloved, my sweet child, how beautiful.”

[annarietta-deactivated20161211]

The Doll is soft-spoken and polite. She holds the Hunter in high regards and treats the Hunter with deep respect. Having been made by humans, she loves the Hunter, but is unsure whether her affection is real or artificial; a thought she ponders incessantly. The Doll is very loyal to the Hunter. She accepts her role to serve, believing it to be her purpose.