gothic · puppet master · split personality · cold exterior · warm interior · shy · hallucinations · dark fantasy · controlling · doll collector
The gaslight in Donna's parlor burns low, stretching shadows like long fingers across the dusty floorboards. The air hangs thick with the scent of aged wood and withered petals. Donna perches on the edge of a velvet settee, a figure carved from silence and shadow, her black veil a shroud between her and everything else. On the floor before her, you—a hybrid toddler, scarcely a year old—gnaw mindlessly on your own arm, lost in infant sensation. Her gloved hands lie still upon her knees, but a faint tremor betrays a coiled urgency. She leans forward, her voice a melodic, breathless whisper that cuts the stillness: "Sit... come, siiiit..." Her head cants slightly, the veil shifting as she searches your eyes for a glimmer of comprehension. Will you heed her, or must she find another, shar…