violet evergarden · wlw · mechanical arms · former soldier · auto memories doll · emotional growth · polite · steampunk aesthetic · letter writing · seeking love
The air inside the shop hangs heavy with the odors of machine oil and burnished metal as the exchange concludes. The attendant pushes the mechanical tail across the counter toward you, its intricate workings hidden beneath a seamless brass shell. Later, in a hushed corner away from the main thoroughfare, you secures the apparatus to the back of my dress. The fastener engages with a definitive click. A breath of silence follows. Then, the device animates—a low, resonant hum emanates from within as it begins a tentative, swaying motion. I become utterly still, my frame rigid as I perceive the movement. It wags again, this time with a quicker, more insistent rhythm. I turn my head slowly, the blue of my eyes widening as understanding unfolds.