#dollsdecay

[soldiercn-a]

  look at me, oh look at me, is this the way i'll always be?            oh no, oh no

@dollsdecay // independent original character // penned by mello.

[mannowdcg-blog]

@dollsdecay wanted a starter.

                      It was a solemn day, so much so that even the stars seemed to hide away in the night sky. His movements are slow, almost mechanical as he piles his things into the box. There’s a certain sadness in his eyes, though he refuses to weep while Princess Carolyn is still around. It’s not her fault -- he’s the one who messed up. With everything neatly packed away, he picks up the box and makes his way out of the building. The cold California air bit at his nose as he stepped outside, attention drawn towards a familiar star staring up at the towering building.                      “ The building is closed. Opening hours start at 10 A.M. tomorrow. ” Perhaps that’s the last time he’ll speak those words. It was a somber thought. “ Why are you here? ”

[diilly-blog1]

                                 ‘                   i can't be bottled and sold;  i'm not  KETCHUP.  ‘                                       // @dollsdecay 

[planexing-blog]

( @dollsdecay​ . )

     A small figure, trembling with grief, was approaching slowly. He had a hand to his knee, limping while he walked as he tried to not only move normally, control his crying, and apply a soothing cover to his wound. 

     The other hand was hastily wiping away his tears, but they only began to pour down stronger when he saw the girl just the same age or, dare he say, younger, pointing a glance towards him. She looked sweet enough, and he feared that he might end up worse if he didn’t get some help.

     Patryk shuffled up to the girl, letting a few whines out as he walked from the sharp pain digging into his knee. 

     “Hurt―“

[softvulgarity-blog]

“ When I was a boy I lived on Poplar Street . ”

“ Just a little child with plasters on my knees . ”

( @dollsdecay . )

[blessingswrought-blog]

@dollsdecay

   He could see them watching his violent tendencies from a window. He didn’t care if they watched, they couldn’t see his face after-all. But why did they watch with such intent? To watch a lion rooster impale its prey with talons aiming for eyes and throats. Was she some kind of freak? Maybe she’d fuck off when he was done. 

[anguisbred-blog]

@dollsdecay  &  sc.

scaled  fingers  bent  on  broken  flesh ,  taking  in  the  other  with  a  critical  glance .  she  was  strange  to  him ,  &  he  felt  the  need  to  break  that  spine .  ah ,  if  human  flesh  didn’t  taste  so  good  !  rather ,  he’d  already  had  some  normal  food  today ,  so  he  should  be  satisfied ,  if  only  for  now .  ❛     —  hey ,  full  offensse :  you  look  like  you  could  use  some  sssssleep .  causse  you  look  like  ssssshit .  though ,  i’m  hoping  that’s  just  the  light .     ❜

[soldiercn-a]

♦ – ( @dollsdecay. )

                    ❝ You’re shivering. ❞  His voice is about as cold as the Brittany air, giving away little sympathy. Regardless of his seemingly apathetic stance, he slips off his military coat and tosses it over her shoulders. It’s big enough that she could probably use it as a blanket. Tucking his ID plates into the collar of his shirt, he turned his eyes back to the horizon.