Red Velvet and Stitches
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The seriousness that had made his face a mask of nothing but two seconds before gave way to amusement. “I have feasted on many. I have seen oceans of red. My hands have beheld bloodshed.” He paused, letting the smile dissipate just as quickly as it had come. “You surprise me, Stitch. Perhaps those eyes have finally given their last sight.”
As she sat, he circled her. Sharks did that to their food though this was much more reminiscent of a buyer looking upon auctioned wares. Were they worth it? Twice he circled her before stopping in front of her once more. Grabbing a hold of a bit of his trousers, he hiked them before he stooped down to inspect the doll once more.
“Tch. The touch of a lover is nothing. A farce propagated by the pleasures of the flesh. The warmth of the sun offers no more comfort than the chill touch of the night. A winter’s chill is far more truthful. At least then the bite speaks true of its malicious intent towards the living.” He reached out to her, pushing back a platinum lock that had strayed and played over her face.
“I am alive and dead. I am life and death.” Of course, the elf that was before her was indeed different. From the silvery white of the hair, to the blackened eyes, down to the pale tint of violet of his skin, he had indeed gone through some kind of transformation. There was a hollowness to his features as if he was not eating enough, as if death knocked upon his door every night and he continued to evade it.
“I both feel too much and not enough.” He murmured, offering his gloved hand to her. His lips thinned into a sardonic smile. “Someone is letting their creation rot. I am not sure if I want to play with it, take it apart to start anew, or watch it fade. What is wrong with you?”
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