She was perfect.
A little doll that scampered the streets along with her maid, gazing at shop windows and giggling in utter happiness. Looking for a special gift, for a special someone.
He watched her from afar.
Her smile was radiant and her eyes glistened like the sun. Golden curls bounced to and fro as she weaved through the crowds of people.
He bumped into her, just to get a closer look. With a creak and tip of his hat, he apologized before walking away, cranking his music box.
The smile never left her face, even after that. He knew she would be the one to find it. Just like his master had told him.
After all, he played his tune for her and she came.
So he built her from wax and stone.
The boy came too, hoping to save her.
That beautiful boy that would have been made of silver and gold. But he failed, thinking his beloved was dead and leaving her and the broken doll.
Even when it was all suppose to end, he awoke to a weird sensation.
A yank, a thug. Pulling, something was pulling. Then it would stop before it happened again.
Opening amethyst eyes, he met emerald.
They were her eyes.
Glistening like fragile stones, fractures deep inside, weaving delicate spider webs through her irises. There was something in her hand. She would pull it back then towards him, then back again. A few minutes later, he felt strangely whole again.
It had all come rushing back to him.
His master… was gone.
Behind the blonde, was a few of the doll girls who survived. Each one looking at him with piercing eyes.
Iron and steel.
They all lived in the abandon manor together. A strange, yet seemingly happy family. He would watch them, as they regained some their human actions.
But out of all his doll creations, she was his favorite. She had stitched him together after he had fallen. She had brought him new wheat for his stuffing and helped with the termites.
Even as the other girls fell into disrepair, she remained pristine. She ended up being the last one.
His hand glided over her smooth, porcelain face. Her eyes remained closed, as if relishing in his touch. She had never lost the life that had drawn him towards her. He was curious of the action he had seen others do. Lightly touching his lips to hers, he was greeted by a small spark off warmth.
It had been so long since he had felt warm, but whenever he touched her, he would get a small taste. He began to crave that warmth, holding her tightly.
Maybe it was the connection of their fleeting souls that barley clung to their bodies.
Forever young.
Forever beautiful.
They hold each other in an embrace till the end of time.
So this is for Crimsonbloodsrose. An ElizabethxDrocell (or Drossel) story...
I found that I like the idea I came up with, but found that this was the only way to really format it. So if it doesn't fit the bill for a good trade, I'll make you another one. Maybe with different people though kay :)