Drocell sat leaning back in his chair, just so much that he leant back but was assured he didn't fall back. He ran his gloved fingers through his orange hair, even though his hair had grown back and covered them up he could still feel the stitching in his head. If it wasn't for her that fateful night he wouldn't be sat in this chair today. If she didn't take pity on his poor soul he would have been used for firewood. The door swung open with a creak and in stepped her. Those green eyes flickered in the dim candle light, her lips devil red, her skin the colour of snow and her hair, the colour of the dark nights sky. It reminded him of velvet in colour and in texture, he loved nothing more than to run his fingers through the soft locks, even though it provided him with little sensation. Been a doll still his emotions and feelings in him had not changed. He didn't even feel pain when he was slowly dying. He bit his lower lip as she walked further in snapping her fingers to shut the door with a slam. She walked with an air about her. She smiled as she got closer to him, the closer she got the wider her smile got. She finally reached him and sat down on his knee. He wrapped his arms around her waist and put one foot on the floor to steady them. He nuzzled into the back of her neck and kissed it. She blushed a little before turning around and stroking his face. Her long nails traced over his face she was careful not to scratch him. "Absinthe how far along are you with are plan?" He asked her gently moving his gloved hand down her spine. She shuddered a little as he did so but not a shudder of fear, more a shudder of pleasure than anything. She smiled and grabbed his hand to prevent him from doing anything for further with it.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you, not to play with things that don't belong to you?" She softly said. She liked to toy with him, but she could never tell how he was feeling as his voice never hinted it in the slightest. Now and again she was lucky to have a subtle hint of it, but that was rare.
"Oh but you do belong to me, you have a mark to prove it and if that's not enough ownership then one day I will own you properly." His voice was quiet as usual, he looked down at her leg where the mark was and rubbed his cheek. He then proceeded to look at the blue ring on her finger. He watched as she blushed a little and smiled."Your right about that, the plan is nearly complete all we need now is a subtle sacrifice and everything will be fine." She smiled standing up. It wasn't the usual smile off a young woman in love, it was a smile of twisted woman who should have been locked up a few years ago. Drocell nodded once again leaning back on his chair. "I will make you Human again Drocell I promise, then we can live are lives together for you and me both deserve happiness that this cold world has for so long denied us." She spat at the end of the sentence. Just thinking about the world and people that had treat them like dirt for years and years made her full of rage. She felt Drocells' hand on her shoulder she turned around to see him standing behind her, his eyes stared at her so glass like and delicate. She could stare in them for hours trying to figure out how he was feeling and what he was thinking. But she didn't have all day as trying to turn him human was her main priority at the moment. "Thank you for everything my sweet Absinthe." He softly said leaning in and kissing her lightly on the lips. The feel of his porcelain face against hers was a weird feeling. It was slightly cold but she didn't care about what he was made of, it was what was on his insides (apart from stuffing) that counted to her. She could tell that deep down he was a kind loving man with a big heart. As he already displayed signs that he was, not in words or facial expressions more in gestures and the way he acted. He once got her a dozen red roses and arranged them around the room. He lit a fire for her when she was cold (Even though fire is his worse fear, his Achilles heel if you put it in some aspects.) He had looked after her and given her a beautiful ring and promised to make an honest woman out of her. Yes she knew he loved her and would die for her. She loved him also, she felt compelled and attracted to help him when he was dying fore she had watched the events unfold and how his master didn't even blink when he was dying. She managed to resurrect him back to his doll state but turning him mortal was another thing, even for someone of her calibre. Drocell put his arms around her waist and picked her up slightly, even for a doll he was still stronger than her. Her black tight fighting suit gripped to her and she giggled. "One day you'll be mortal." She said softly in whisper, just then her eyes flashed red and her pupils turned to slits. "That I promise you." she finished off.