A freeverse collection, with Mystii's (the radio static) prompts.

This one is dedicated to Doll (MasqueradeDoll). Love you, Doll! Sorry that it sucks.

DISCLAIMER FOR ENTIRE COLLECTION: I don't own anything you recognise :)

dominique&teddy . puppet

Ooh, love, you know you're just a puppet on a string.

That brightbrightbright turquoise string is pulling you like a magnet, baby

And you can'tcan'tcan't help it, the way you want to let that string win ((but it's a secret, shh))

But then there's that brilliantly multicolored string, over there ((do you see it, love?))

It's got yellow&&black, green&&silver, red&&gold, blue&&bronze, emerald greens, chocolate browns, sky blues, sea blues, tawny hazels, dark reds, flaming reds, lustrous browns, inky blacks and those own pearly silvers that you identify with ((but no turquoise, darling))

And sooner or later, these strings are going to tear you all a p a r t

-.-

Suddenly, your strings j o l t and fray. You're s h o c k e d, darling, and your little stitched ((oh-so-perfect)) mouth is open, and your glassy blueblueblue eyes are surprised.

You watch as your turquoise string weaves itself with a pearly silver one ((it's like yours, love, but it's not tainted))

And suddenly it's braided, and it's intricately interwoven and you can'tcan'tcan't s_e_p_a_r_a_t_e them ((they're too close))

But darling, you try, and you try to push them a p a r t, but you try too hard, oh-so hard, and you watch, glassy eyes blank as the string s n a p s.

-.-

You're just hanging off one string, and it's multicolored, r e m e m b e r ?

It's everything you ever were before you were divided, but you just can't see it now.

In a rush of redredred anger, you c u t it. You see the silver&&turquoise on it, and you just can't h a n d l e it.

-.-

But darling, you're just a puppet on a string. Except all your strings are cut, and now you're just a

broken,

glassy eyed

doll

with a stitched

((but it's still perfect))

mouth.

And you're discarded on the ground, like a forgotten toy.

And that's where you stay for the rest of your life, r e m e m b e r i n g those strings that snapped. That you c u t.

-.-

But hold on, darling.

Wait a second.

What's that, dangling down towards you?

It's a thread. A little bright blue thread, and it's hanging down, right in front of your glassy eyes, and it's waiting for you to touch it.

-.-

Will you take the thread, and stop being a discarded puppet, and maybe make your own string,

((tainted))

silver

((not-turquoise))

blue?

-.-

Your choice, love. Just r e m e m b e r ...

You weren't always just a puppet on a string.

-.-

[Dominique Weasley, no strings attached]

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Thank you!