Slang, a pretty but expressionless or unintelligent woman. I.e. "She's nothing more than a doll."
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Garamound]Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #66CDAA || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #008B8B╚ ╝
Doll had fallen asleep while waiting for Zero to return, she had a terrible headache that made her want to do nothing but sleep and so, Doll had drifted off. She curled up beneath the blanket, nearly disappearing in the space. Normally, Doll had a very hard time sleeping but thanks to the combination of pain medicine and the headache it had come easy. There was something off though, a slight, nearly undetectable quiver brought on by the onslaught of nightmares that she was now trapped inside of. Thankfully, they were Maddox free but they were nonetheless painful. A sound left the girl's body, sleep talking it seemed. "Come back," she whispered, pulling the blanket closer to her.
"Please don't leave." Her hands were small, the girl couldn't have been very old, she was kneeling inside a cage, naked and afraid. "I'm sorry, this is for your best interest." A needle plunged into the skin of her arm, the blonde felt as though she were going to be sick. "We've crossed a line with this one." The woman said to the man, crossing her arms, looking down at the child with distaste. "Yes well, even Beings get urges it seems." He laughed, the sound warm and bubbly, like Moscato. His eyes were full of a kindness she could never explain, almost fondness. He knelt down, patting her blonde curls that would unravel with time but remain their yellow buttercup shade. "Don't worry, you won't be alone for long." Another stab, another injection. "She won't live long if they find us here."
"Just a few more minutes, she's our product, we have to at least say goodbye." Product, property, they wanted no sense of ownership. No ties to the girl who fit in neither world. The woman snorted, but something softened in her expression. "Loretta, you're going to forget about all of this. We won't exist any longer, but we want you to know, even if you won't remember; none of this is your fault."
"I don't understand," a whimper.
"You were born out of a terribly cruel experiment."
"No! You're my Mama, I don't-don't leave me. Please."
"I'm sorry Loretta," a smile, the only sign of kindness from the woman that had once been her Mother. "You were never really our daughter."
Doll awoke with her arm raised, as though she meant to grab onto something. She sat up, tears running down her cheeks. Already the dream had gone and she couldn't remember anything of it, but the tears, the pain, they were real.
At least the headache was gone.
{ Bird Set Free | Sia }
Garamound]Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #66CDAA || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #008B8B
Doll had fallen asleep while waiting for Zero to return, she had a terrible headache that made her want to do nothing but sleep and so, Doll had drifted off. She curled up beneath the blanket, nearly disappearing in the space. Normally, Doll had a very hard time sleeping but thanks to the combination of pain medicine and the headache it had come easy. There was something off though, a slight, nearly undetectable quiver brought on by the onslaught of nightmares that she was now trapped inside of. Thankfully, they were Maddox free but they were nonetheless painful. A sound left the girl's body, sleep talking it seemed. "Come back," she whispered, pulling the blanket closer to her.
"Please don't leave." Her hands were small, the girl couldn't have been very old, she was kneeling inside a cage, naked and afraid. "I'm sorry, this is for your best interest." A needle plunged into the skin of her arm, the blonde felt as though she were going to be sick. "We've crossed a line with this one." The woman said to the man, crossing her arms, looking down at the child with distaste. "Yes well, even Beings get urges it seems." He laughed, the sound warm and bubbly, like Moscato. His eyes were full of a kindness she could never explain, almost fondness. He knelt down, patting her blonde curls that would unravel with time but remain their yellow buttercup shade. "Don't worry, you won't be alone for long." Another stab, another injection. "She won't live long if they find us here."
"Just a few more minutes, she's our product, we have to at least say goodbye." Product, property, they wanted no sense of ownership. No ties to the girl who fit in neither world. The woman snorted, but something softened in her expression. "Loretta, you're going to forget about all of this. We won't exist any longer, but we want you to know, even if you won't remember; none of this is your fault."
"I don't understand," a whimper.
"You were born out of a terribly cruel experiment."
"No! You're my Mama, I don't-don't leave me. Please."
"I'm sorry Loretta," a smile, the only sign of kindness from the woman that had once been her Mother. "You were never really our daughter."
Doll awoke with her arm raised, as though she meant to grab onto something. She sat up, tears running down her cheeks. Already the dream had gone and she couldn't remember anything of it, but the tears, the pain, they were real.
At least the headache was gone.