Battered and Bruised | Julianna & Faust
@udjulianna
The male looked out amongst the tall grass, seated on a cool rock with his knees bent, his arms resting on them. A sigh. A cough. A wince.
His lips were bruised, dried blood stemming from a cut on his brow caked the side of his face. His clothes were tattered, and his demeanor bitter. A hour ago, after an attempt to smuggle pitiful wonderlanders out of the dollhouse, he was caught.
Once again, the guards tortured and battered him in front of the wonderlanders. Once again, the wonderlanders caved to save their silent guardian. Once again, Faust added a small pool of dolls to the dollmaker’s collection. It was all his fault. If he had not approached them, they would not have grown attached to him. If he had not been caught, they would not have given up.
It was however already set in stone, what had come to pass cannot be rewritten.
Now, escaping from the dollhouse and running to a area where he would be temporary safe, Faust awaits the company of a friend.
Hopefully, she’d offer him the shoulder to uncork the bottle of emotions within him.