Porcelain Doll (Howl X Reader)

Chapter 9

Thought I'd share this drawing of Howl in my own style which I drew when I started writing this story a few months back.

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A few hours had passed since (Y/N) had hit Howl in the face with a towel. Despite his rampage and need to find the jacket, Howl had yet to go back downstairs to get it.

It was eerily silent in the house as (Y/N) had a sketchbook in hand, tracing lines along the used to be blank paper. Through everything that had occurred the past few days she had almost forgotten about the book, filled with the many designs and drawings.

By her side, Markl lay on the floor, an older book in front of him. She had not a clue what was in the book he was reading, but she was glad he enjoyed it.

Footsteps echoed down the stairs. The tall blonde made his way down the stairs, his familiar white jacket in hand. His head held high as if he wasn't in an angry fit a few hours earlier.

He strutted past the two settled comfortably near each other heading to the door. (Y/N) looked up from her paper watching him walk by in silence.

She had noted he had spent even less time preparing than yesterday. That didn't mean it wasn't an unreasonable amount of time. He spent about two hours there. Too long in her opinion, but short compared to other times.

If she hadn't known any better she would assume he lived in the bathroom. Yet there he was passing the two and preparing to break yet another heart.

She watches as Howl turns the dial to the Red color, opening and leaving the door as fast as he could. She releases a sigh, setting down her sketchbook she turns her gaze to Calcifer.

"There he goes again" Calcifer huffs "He'll probably throw a fit once more when he gets home"

"Nevermind that," (Y/N) replies, turning her gaze from Calcifer to Markl "How about we play some games?"

Markl perks up, closing the book in front of him "Games? Like what?"

"Well there is a chess board I found," (Y/N) replies. Markl slumps over letting out a loud groan.

"That uses too much thinking" He whines. "Why not some fun games, like charades? Or jump rope?"

"Alright," (Y/N) breathes out, "Let's do some charades, Calcifer would you like to join?"

The fire merely watches her confused. Huffing out some smoke he reaches for more wood to chomp on "How do you expect me to play?"

(Y/N) hums, looking around the room. She spots the basket she had used earlier for shopping along with scrap papers and a pencil.

"Since you can't touch the papers because you'll burn it, I'll open it for you" She replies. Picking up the scraps and pencil. Handing the pencil she found to Markl she looks around for another.

"Write some ideas down, I'll do so too" She says, grabbing a pencil from her art materials.

Markl nods his head, determination coursing through his veins. Laying back on the floor he begins to scribble down words, his tongue sticking out as he thinks of ideas.

(Y/N) herself had also begun writing, placing each finished idea in the basket. Any paper Markl had handed her ended up in the basket also.

"Hey, after the game" Markl begins, his focus still on the papers "Can you help me with my spells?"

Raising a brow, she sets her pencil down turning to the boy "Let's get it out of the way now so we can have more time to play"

"Oh okay!" He sits up, picking up his book "I didn't think of that"