miranda's 'family'

Part 56: Blue Prints.

i went to his office, the room not having changed much other than a few photos of us together pinned to the board where the images of the other lords were. i did miss the others, i see them alot but its not like it was, Alcina has has changed and become more focused on...Her and the sisters they call up to check im still alive and if they need to comit a felony for me. were supprisingly close in reality. One of the lycans once got to close to me when going to see them and all i heard was a yelp and the sister stood there doused in its blood. all three of them promised that if i was ever caught in a situation to call or head to the castle. even Donna said similar. Donna mails me things like fabrics and wood, when i go over we go to the worshop and make some dolls. angie kicks up a fuss feeling like shes going to be replaced by a lump of boring wood but i assuered her many times that she is my favorait lump of wood. then moreau, he still gives me lessons on how to swim and now i can actually swim without panicing like i would have when i was smaller. Everyone is so nasty to him but he has always been a good listener. i told him about my nightmares one day and he sat there listening giving me another safe space without judgement. 

i got closer to the board and saw that there were a few photos not up there with his siblings and creations, picking up one of the photos of me and karl i smiled, the photo was like a portrait where we were both looking into the camera smiling but we were both  giving each other bunny ears. i could hear the laughter after it was developed since we both didnt realize the other was doing it. at the bottom was scawled the date and caption of 'Me and My Little Shit' raising my hand to my chest i felt moved. putting it down i noticed another this one wasnt of the machines he had built, logging the parts and other pieces. this one was just of me, a mugshot of when i fell asleep in his arms by the look of it. i looked so peaceful, then i read the caption on the bottom 'My World'. 

my chest twinged as i read those words. he never spoke about his emotions to me, but reading those words i cant help but feel like hes no longer my uncle. shaing my head i put the photo down and clear some room in the desk. he was never any good at orginising. i sat my ass down on the chair and fubled aroudn for some blue print paper. luckly there was some there i could use. 

"What to draw, what monstrocity can i make." 

i picked up a pencil and twizzled it around n my hand as i sat there blocking out the images of miranda and... yeah. thats when the perfect idea came to mind.