Disclaimer: Kuroshitsuji and its characters belong to Yana Toboso.
Author's note: Just a really short drabble to loosen up my muse. Sometimes I get weird ideas and write them down. The writing is purposefully disjointed and repetitious, because as a puppet, Drocell is disjointed and repetitious.
So I Reasoned
© Deceptive Flower, February 2012
Puppets do not have hearts. So I think to myself, humans must have hearts, and therefore I am human because I feel very deeply for this person that is not a puppet. Her hair is flaxen straw and intricately woven and she is beautiful in frills and lace and flowers. Her skin is porcelain. I would have liked to have made her a doll and preserve such beauty for eternity. Dolls are precious things to be kept and cherished and loved. Precious. She is precious. To me. To him.
She is a doll, but a she is not my doll. She is someone else's. Someone who put the sadness in her eyes and I am sad, too, because of it. I think to myself, I am sad that she is not a doll. Dolls do not hurt. They do not feel. They only smile. And her sad, sad eyes need a smile.
So I reasoned, I must make her smile.
I think to myself, this precious girl, precious doll who loves another must smile. What could I do to make her smile? I think to myself, I will make the one she loves into a doll. A doll for her. He is beautiful and she will keep him. Love him. Cherish him. He will be precious to her. But he is also sad and she does not need more sadness. He is broken. I will fix this doll to give to her. And he will be perfect. And she will smile because he is fixed.
And her sad, sad eyes will be bright again.
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