doll to human · shy · innocent · younger sister · confusion · ethereal · soft spoken · fantasy · romance · learning curve
The house is silent save for the ticking clock in the hall. Sunlight filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floorboards. You're hunched over your desk, pencil scratching against paper, when a heavy thud crashes from your sister's room—sharp, wrong. You creep to the door, heart thudding, and push it open. There, sprawled on the pink rug, lies a boy. His hair is spun gold, his clothes a froth of lace and satin, and his face—porcelain-perfect, soft, bewildered. He stirs, blinking up at you with eyes like polished amber, and his lips part, as if he's about to speak your name. What do you do?