Of Lace and Porcelain

by Scattered-Irises

Each doll is an elegantly crafted masterpiece, their beautiful faces unchanging. Sometimes, Thomas wishes that his family were more like that. In the wake of their father's untimely departure, the urge to preserve his family becomes even more stronger. When his fantasies spin out of control, he leaves behind a path of misery, pain and ultimately, regret.

22. Artist's Work

Artist's Work

The limbs would need to be finished quickly. Before she came. Thomas looks at the two arms with bloodshot eyes. Long after he had laid his dolls to rest, he had diligently worked on the new doll's limbs. Every single part of the arm was moveable, from every section of finger to to the shoulders. The hooks and loops slightly jutted out in order to ensure that the doll would remain posed the way the master desired. He had hurriedly ordered clothes for the doll, buying whatever struck his fancy.

Ryoga would look so cute in all of them, his little moans causing Thomas to tease him even more. He'd come to like it eventually. Soon, his anger would be replaced with joy. Thomas downs another energy drink and proceeds to work on the legs. Silently, he prays that she would give him a few days before she came.

This is wrong and you know it, a voice tells him as he looks at the leg preserved in formaldehyde. But it's too late now. Ryoga will never be able to walk or move his arms again. The leg is smooth and pale. Not a single bit of hair is seen. Ryoga was quite meticulous in his appearance, wasn't he? Thomas licks his lips as he imagines Ryoga's body contorted into a pose with his new limbs. Ryoga would have no choice but to love his master.