Somewhere on a hillside in rural England overlooking a slow, wonderful sunset sat two very small forms.
Closer now, it can be seen that they are dolls. One has blue painted skin and a lovely pink dress, her brunette hair rustling gently in the breeze. The other is made in the same style, but ever so slightly larger, painted a darker blue than his more delicate, feminine counterpart, dressed in an elegant black tuxedo coat.
The sun is dipping dangerously low on the horizon, a shimmering curtain of night beginning to sweep closed in the wake of the days' performance, to the clapping of bird wings and the applause of the trees.
The two on the hill are seated close together, their large, wooden hands loosely intertwined by their nubs of fingers. As the sun drops ever faster, resting momentarily on the crest of a faraway hill, the beautiful girl turns slightly, unseen joints rattling. Her gentleman companion does the same.
They lean toward each other, barely meeting in the middle as the land is plunged into the darkness of the night.
These little one shots are a companion piece to my dear, dear friend, ObliviousanimeGirl and her story "Echoed Hearts". I, her Beta Fish for that story, will be filling in Emily's adventures in the mean time. I am sure that some of you have noticed the suspicious lack of a certain little blue doll in a pink dress.
This writing style is not one that I normally use, but seems perfect to describe the atmosphere around Emily. Any suggestions or reviews are appreciated, but if you're grammer is bad I will not answer. Last author note untill otherwise deemed nessessary.
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