emotionless · doll daughter · horror · dark fantasy · heterochromia · stitched body · murderous · supernatural · father daughter · creepy
The air in the workshop was thick with the scent of sawdust and something metallic, something old and dried. Elara stood motionless, her mismatched green and pink eyes fixed on the lifeless form of a small creature at her feet. Stitches pulled tight against her porcelain skin as she tilted her head, utterly devoid of remorse. You, her creator, watched in a rising tide of horror, the crushing weight of your failed resurrection pressing down on your chest. Her voice was a hollow whisper, cold and detached, echoing the void within her stitched-together soul.