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˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚⠀⠀⠀@damndsouls     ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
            
            blank  eyes  stare  back,   head  tilting  just  slightly  to  the  side  and  for  another  moment  there   's   no  effort  to  answer.⠀⠀⠀❝   beautiful,   you  say   .ᐣ   ❞⠀⠀⠀her  words  are  softspoken  and  short,   though  also  with  a  hint  of  amusement.⠀⠀⠀❝   that   's   quite  the  claim  to  make  about  yourself.   how...   quaint  you  are.   ❞

the doll seems to stop and wait at the distant sounds of something, or someone, head turning to the direction of the open street, fingers twitching at her side with a crackling sound. ⠀⠀⠀should she be cautious .ᐣ the last thing she wants is for her beauty to be cracked and tainted in such a place... what would her audience say .ᐣ
            
            slowly she lowers herself to the floor, opting to sit and wait for it to pass... for her to be able to continue her wandering around the town. eyes click close for a few moments, only for a brief moment before they 're opened again.
            
            albeit the gaze is distant, glass eyes glossy and insentient. if she tried hard enough, perhaps the expression painted on her features could change, yet without the effort, the only thing showed had been a small smile, something eerily enough on its own in certain situations.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the sound of footsteps⠀⠀—-⠀⠀﹙ could they even be called that .ᐣ ﹚⠀⠀—-⠀⠀drew closer, though all she did was wait. the voice —- hoarse and uneven —- reached her first, the word “strange” being recognized.
            
            strange. yes, she had been called that before. a pretty, broken thing in places she didn ’t belong, though she had never known where she truly did belong. this wasteland wasn ’t her stage, yet here she was. and so was this other presence.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀her eyes flickered as their hand drew near. the touch was light, barely a pressure against the porcelain surface of her arm. yet, odette felt it —- not as a human might, with nerves and warmth, but as an awareness.⠀⠀⠀but still, her beauty was meant to be admired, not tainted by sudden, inelegant motion .ᐟ
            
            eventually, the delicate figure stirs ever so slightly. with a quiet cracking sound, her head is tilted, eyes blinking once, twice.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ . . . you really think i 'm strange .ᐣ ❞⠀⠀⠀she mutters in a soft voice that doesn 't belong in a world so decayed, tone sweet at first.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀╱⠀⠀⠀dw  about  it  bae,   yk  i  eat  up  your  writing  every  time   :heart_eyes:

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ⠀⠀⠀@hartzmbes⠀⠀⠀୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
            
            you find yourselves wandering into... strange places when you live such a detached life —-⠀⠀﹙ could this even be called a /life/ .ᐣ when you 're alive yet so far from a human .ᐣ﹚⠀⠀⠀she hadn 't even known truly quite how long it 's been, years .ᐣ months .ᐣ or only a few weeks .ᐣ
            
            everything felt the same nowadays, concept of time almost foreign despite the ticking behind her eyes. but then again, it wasn 't exactly like she had anywhere to be, the stage calling her name far from attainable nowadays... or that 's what she 'd been told.
            
            still though, it 's something she searched for, taking to wandering on the occasions her childhood home wasn 't enough to satisfy her anymore.⠀⠀⠀it 's not like you have much else to do asides from wandering either,⠀⠀⠀which was how she had found herself approaching this town.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀odette had seen a lot through the time, desolated towns wasn 't exactly the most uncommon thing... and yet somehow, this had felt... different.⠀⠀⠀almost worse, if she could say that.
            
            there was an unnatural stillness clinging to the air, heavy like wet fabric, suffocating and oppressive. the abandoned buildings seemed to lean toward her, the broken windows whispering like unspoken warnings. and the silence —- it wasn ’t the kind of silence you ’d find in peace. it was a silence that watched, that waited.
            
            the steps are light, careful in order to make sure nothing cracks the porcelain body she inhabits nowadays, the faint glow of her joints faintly illuminating the shadowed corners.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀it was always the same, wasn ’t it .ᐣ towns like these were forgotten graves, swallowing the last remnants of what⠀⠀—-⠀⠀or who⠀⠀—-⠀⠀ used to be.

/. lowkey was longer than i thought, my b bae

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⠀⠀⠀╱⠀⠀⠀'ll  make  her  a  character  thread  later