coin operated boy

he is just a toy

10 years later and there she stands. In front of her mirror like she does every morning. Her hazel eyes staring at a picture. Within the picture stood two women. A shorter woman with brown hair. Her skin was fair and her make up was exquisite. She wore her hair up in a teased sort of fashion that fell into beautiful curls. Intwined with her hair were white feathers. She wore her brown goggles on her head just as Raven remembered she always had done. On the woman's torso she wore a cream colored underbust corset with three buckles in the center. Over her breast she wore a brown shirt with ruffles at the top and a beautiful bow in the center. Her shoulders held up a gorgeous cover jacket made from what can only be assumed to be leather. It was a deep brown color, like that of dirt. Around her neck was a lovely black lace choker with beautiful white stones sewn in. On her hands she had almost  transparent black fingerless gloves. However on her left hand on the fourth finger a beautiful ring sat. A black diamond sat on the center of the ring with smaller diamonds around it. Attached to the bottom of the corset was a long dress. It held a cream colored lace over the top and under a darker cream lace. There were a couple of layers of the bicolored lace. It made an utterly gorgeous dress. On her feet she wore brown knee high heels. The heel itself and how were a darker brown with a gold trim. The laces were also a dark brown. Just above the base of the heel there was a strip of brown leather with a gear on it. Two more similar to that were at the top of the heel. All together Raven looked amazing.
Mother looked amazing. Like a goddess. As usual.

The gorgeous woman was kissing Rose's mom. Blaze. Blaze a very soft skin tone and a kind face. Her skin held a very light ivory glow to it. An exotic beauty, she was. Her blue eyes spoke a thousand words while her thin red lips spoke very few. Her hair was blond and long, reaching down to her hips. However she always wore it up in a braid or occasionaly a ponytail. In the picture she wore a dress as well. First, an white long sleeve dress that had a big gorgeous bow in the front center. At the end of the sleeves there were white ruffles. On top of the white shirt she wore a grey overcoat. Under the coats ruffles were layers upon layers of a white fabric. Two layers on top, under that one layer of lace, then a light brown layer, and finally, two more layers with ruffles at the end. The dress reached her knees and was stunning overall. Her heels reached just past her ankles. They were an exquisite white leather with white laces. They were gorgeous.

Together, the couple looked amazing. Absolutely enchanting. The two women stood on stone stairs. To the right of them a huge old oak tree shaded them. To the right, rose bushes. It looked unreal. Like a dream. It was gorgeous.

I miss them. Although I barely remember them I somehow still have a huge hole in my chest from the pain of losing them. They were all I had. However now. I have the boy. My coin operated boy. He was about three feet tall. And utterly handsome.
His facial features were striking. His hair was a raven black. It was slicked back, yet not flat on his skull. It had some depth to it. He had thin, yet full eyebrows. And blue eyes, like the Hawaiian oceans. His lips were probably the most exquisite thing about him. A beautiful arch in the center and the rest rather thin. The end of his lips curled into a smirk. He held a rather confident yet mischievious look. He was beautiful. His skin was a light tan color. He wasn't exactly skin and bone yet wasn't top muscular either. He was.. toned. He wore an exotic red cloak with a bronze armor over his arm and hand. He also wore a cream undershirt with a brown leather vest over the top of it. He had a black belt that held up his grey vertically striped trousers. He had armor that started on the knees connected to his boots.
I can't say I have a crush on him. But in my mind.. when i am very lonely some nights.. I imagine what he would be like. Charismatic.. persuasive.. confident. But yet kind. And sweet. He is my best friend.

Next thing I know I am snapped out of my trance by the ringing of my alarm clock. I looked at the time. It was seven am. Time for me to get to work. I checked myself in the mirror once more. My corset was on perfectly, my jacket cascaded over, my skirt flowing elegantly.
"Perfect." I say and begin to walk out. I look back at the boy and wave. "see you when I get back." I say. And leave for work.