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Log; complete
When; Oct 28, midnight
Rating; G
Characters; Anemone![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Summary; once a puppet, always a puppet (for Dominic-mun ♥)
Log;
The clock goes ticktockticktockticktock and the City goes like that too. Anemone gave up trying to tell the difference. She knew however, that one was real and the other was not. The other was fake. Fake (like her?). She snorted at the thought, poking at the half-finished costumes that Dominic had worked so hard on.
They look horrible. Poke. Everyone will laugh at them. Poke. Dominic is an idiot. Poke. Anemone is an idiot. Poke. Everyone is an idiot.
Anemone chuckled dryly at the thought, before stopping herself so she would not wake Dominic. He was asleep just across the room. Walking over, she towered over his sleeping form, watching him with curiosity. She reached out a hand to stroke his hair, but stopped. It would be unbecoming of Anemone.
So instead she kneeled beside his bed to rest her head on it, looking into his closed eyes. She could imagine his grey eyes looking back at her; they were imprinted in her mind for forever.
"We're free now, Dominic," she swallowed her saliva to prepare for the the cliche(and the heart-hurt) that followed, "why aren't we happy?"
In the morning, Dominic will find Anemone curled up on the floor beside his bed. Like a pet waiting for her master. (Once a puppet, always a puppet)
Rating; G
Characters; Anemone
addictivelySummary; once a puppet, always a puppet (for Dominic-mun ♥)
Log;
The clock goes ticktockticktockticktock and the City goes like that too. Anemone gave up trying to tell the difference. She knew however, that one was real and the other was not. The other was fake. Fake (like her?). She snorted at the thought, poking at the half-finished costumes that Dominic had worked so hard on.
They look horrible. Poke. Everyone will laugh at them. Poke. Dominic is an idiot. Poke. Anemone is an idiot. Poke. Everyone is an idiot.
Anemone chuckled dryly at the thought, before stopping herself so she would not wake Dominic. He was asleep just across the room. Walking over, she towered over his sleeping form, watching him with curiosity. She reached out a hand to stroke his hair, but stopped. It would be unbecoming of Anemone.
So instead she kneeled beside his bed to rest her head on it, looking into his closed eyes. She could imagine his grey eyes looking back at her; they were imprinted in her mind for forever.
"We're free now, Dominic," she swallowed her saliva to prepare for the the cliche(and the heart-hurt) that followed, "why aren't we happy?"
In the morning, Dominic will find Anemone curled up on the floor beside his bed. Like a pet waiting for her master. (Once a puppet, always a puppet)