Baby Doll, Baby Doll

by lostlikeme

Mytho had been that way for as long as Fakir could remember: porcelain, pretty, and preserved; imperceptibly broken. Fifty sentences written for fifty different prompts.

4. Facade

#18 – Attention
The golden eyed boy had always been a Prince, even when he wasn't; drawing eyes to his beauty like flies to honey, and Fakir had himself the worst sort of sweet tooth.

#15 – Hold
Things were beautiful and perfect for just a bit; Mytho had just enough feeling to wrap his arms around Fakir like he loved him, but not quite enough experience to realize he didn't.

#20 – Picture
They painted something beautiful together, a quaint, albeit, deceitful little picture: two lovers with interlocked hands and destinies.

#16 – Need
When Fakir looked at his doll and saw a person looking back, he realized that it was the latter he'd really needed, the latter that he'd really been looking for.

#21 – Fool
Fakir was to be a knight, but more and more he was beginning to feel like the jester, what with the way Princess Tutu always played him for such a fool.