Tiptoe Waltz
By SMYGO4EVA

Maryrose was not one to back down.

She knew what the cost was when she rebelled against the House, and she was not going to let Rosemary, her Living Doll, suffer for it. She was under the close watch of prying eyes since she set foot in the House.

Rosemary was not going anywhere, not without her.

Maryrose and Rosemary danced upon the ledge, and they were ready to fall. They both carried the weight on their shoulders, and Maryrose felt that weight now, time and time again, long after the sun had set.

Maryrose leaned into the void, and Rosemary held onto her, never letting go.

Everything was corroding, there was nothing, nothing left for them.

Their last dance ended with a tender embrace, and they made their claim.