[ The Doll is a mystery even to herself, being that of a human wish and a porcelain vessel breathed to life by a Great One. She is cold to the touch, with a faint underlying warmth beneath her ceramic. She bleeds a pale, white substance that is unlike any Blood in Yharnam.
A mystery that only a Great One could explain and few could truly understand. Apart from this vessel that contained her very soul, there is likely something far greater lurking beneath. Perhaps she could free herself at time and explore this world and the comos at any given moment, and yet... she chooses to remain a steadfast companion to her Hunter.
His question brings a small, but fond smile to her face before she takes another sip from her cup. ]
Of course... I learned to hold those memories close to my heart. I remembered for them when they were hopeless, and for many, reminders of their past became their reprieve.
[ Her gaze becomes wistful as she gazes back toward the fire. ]
... One taught me to dance, and in those rare moments... I felt his spirits lift and saw the sadness in his eyes ease. [ She closes her eyes. ] Our last dance was many moons before the longest of nights... That night, he spoke not a word. He kept to himself, eyeing the moon as it loomed large and low in the sky. He had told me before that he felt himself fading... Startled awake by nightmares and, at times, unable to recognize those he held dearest.
I offered him a dance. How curious that something so small should melt away one's sorrows so quickly. He smiled more that night than he ever had before.
[ A single tear slips down her cheek, the sting in her eyes causing her to blink them open. Shifting her cup into one hand, she lifts the other to wipe it away. ]
Gehrman released him just as dawn finally broke. I often find myself wondering what ever happened to him. What ever happened to... so many of them.
[ She pauses and looks over at Nathanial again. ]
At least... there is one I will never have to wonder about.
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Date: 2023-10-13 06:01 am (UTC)A mystery that only a Great One could explain and few could truly understand. Apart from this vessel that contained her very soul, there is likely something far greater lurking beneath. Perhaps she could free herself at time and explore this world and the comos at any given moment, and yet... she chooses to remain a steadfast companion to her Hunter.
His question brings a small, but fond smile to her face before she takes another sip from her cup. ]
Of course... I learned to hold those memories close to my heart. I remembered for them when they were hopeless, and for many, reminders of their past became their reprieve.
[ Her gaze becomes wistful as she gazes back toward the fire. ]
... One taught me to dance, and in those rare moments... I felt his spirits lift and saw the sadness in his eyes ease. [ She closes her eyes. ] Our last dance was many moons before the longest of nights... That night, he spoke not a word. He kept to himself, eyeing the moon as it loomed large and low in the sky. He had told me before that he felt himself fading... Startled awake by nightmares and, at times, unable to recognize those he held dearest.
I offered him a dance. How curious that something so small should melt away one's sorrows so quickly. He smiled more that night than he ever had before.
[ A single tear slips down her cheek, the sting in her eyes causing her to blink them open. Shifting her cup into one hand, she lifts the other to wipe it away. ]
Gehrman released him just as dawn finally broke. I often find myself wondering what ever happened to him. What ever happened to... so many of them.
[ She pauses and looks over at Nathanial again. ]
At least... there is one I will never have to wonder about.