#atticsister

[picrrot-blog]

@atticsister​ – GREETER! 🌈🎈

      There is a fake rabbit that exists only between them, because the mime has conjured up the wild imagination that exists only in the minds of children. It bounces among the room and eats a fake carrot outstretched in Yogi’s hand. He stares at the girl with his black-rimmed eyes and puts fingers behind his head in an imitation of a bunny. 

[housewithoutkindness]

@atticsister [x]

it has been a long time since alice has played with toys OR dolls or the like. many of hers were given away by her PARENTS after her death, & the rest have now rotted and broken beyond repair. she CAN’T think of a single doll she’s seen in the attic that is not moldy or chipped with a MISSING limb. they always say a little girl should have a DOLL that looks like her  –

❝   thank you,   ❞      it is polite to say that WHEN you have been given a gift, her parents taught her that.      ❝   –  where did you FIND one of those ?   ❞

“I suppose you’re too old for such things, but you looked as though you needed it.” 

Indeed, there’s something about those wide eyes that strikes the doctor as mournful, and goodness knows he can’t stand a young lady to look sad or frightened. It’s imperative he do something to put a smile on her face, even for only a moment. Rather than dwell on that, he focuses on her question of where he obtained it.

“It was my son’s, a long time ago. My wife couldn’t bear to give up his things, so it’s been kept sealed in storage.” Charles’s mouth twitches into a rubbery smile that is as much grief as it is joy, and one finely made hand reaches out to stroke the bear’s head. “I suppose it’s an antique now, but it’s still a cheery little thing.”

Hopefully she’s not one of those who’s afraid of a stuffed toy’s glassy-eyed stare. Most people aren’t, but he can understand the phobia. Montgomery doesn’t mind the shiny, fixed gaze as it reminds him of peaceful boyhood days spent on taxidermy. But God forbid he try to cheer her then frighten her instead.

“Hopefully it will bring you pleasure somehow.”

[crimininallysane-blog]

❝ I don’t think I am heartless. Do you? ❞

Kit was hesitant, unsure of how to approach this topic but it wasn’t long before the light bulb switched on his head and he got up to approach her. 

“Hm...dunno, let’s see.” He dragged over a chair and propped it down next to her, sitting down heavily in it before he put two finger over the pulse in her neck. He pretended to listen hard for a few moments, nodding every once in a while before he arched a brow at her.

“Hear that? Ba-bump...ba-bump...doesn’t sound so heartless to me.”