ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ„ 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝓜𝘢𝘳𝘺 “

ᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ 𝒸rafted with love,
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ 𝒸ursed with sentience.

[ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ„ 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝓜𝘢𝘳𝘺 “ @antiquepuppet]

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⠀⠀⠀ 𝑀ary , sentient string puppet .
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ — fantasy OC
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ — harbours a dark secret ...
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ — more info below .
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[ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ„ 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝓜𝘢𝘳𝘺 “ @antiquepuppet]

Do forgive my absence. I was ...

hm, I don't remember what I was up to. 💭

[ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ„ 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝓜𝘢𝘳𝘺 “ @antiquepuppet]

'Tis teatime. Fancy a cup, reader?

[𝓜𓈒ᅠ @ANTIMAGlC]

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𝒂 blade in the shadows …
𝒂 dagger piercing the arcane.
𝒎aeryll.⠀—⠀the 𝒂𝗻𝘁𝗶 - 𝒎𝗮𝗴𝗲.
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[ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ„ 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝓜𝘢𝘳𝘺 “ @antiquepuppet]

@HeirToMisery She shakes her head, revealing a hint of fear that she may disappoint Kat.
Indeed, there is no physical sign of arousal on her end. Seems this would only be for Katherine's pleasure.

[ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ„ 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝓜𝘢𝘳𝘺 “ @antiquepuppet]

@HeirToMisery Kat's lips inevitably pick up some cocaine residue as she makes her way down the doll's abdomen. The taste is strong and bitter, a tingling feeling in Kat's lips.

"I can 'feel' it, yes. In the sense that I notice your touch. If you mean whether I can feel pleasure..."
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[ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ„ 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝓜𝘢𝘳𝘺 “ @antiquepuppet]

is not a risk I would want to take, either. What if her death means the spell that keeps me going is undone?

You see the pinch that I find myself in, yes?"

She looks up at Nova, her expression inquisitive. The doll wonders whether she had conveyed the extent of her struggle.

[ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ„ 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝓜𝘢𝘳𝘺 “ @antiquepuppet]

The newly woven dress borders on indistinguishable. The only way to easily tell the difference, is that it is new, and not worn in.

"That power you sense, it is not mine.

I am dead — a walking corpse, so to speak. It is only by her grace, and her power, that I am.
If she were
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[ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ .ᐟ.ᐟ @Dxmxnxi]

With watchful eyes the demon’s focus was on the crafted digits that replicated her attire, closing the distance between the two and running her fingers against the newly crafted garb. For something to be a replica of clothing formed out of nothing, she wasn’t too far off.

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[ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ„ 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝓜𝘢𝘳𝘺 “ @antiquepuppet]

against my will. Or rather, to shape said will into something more suitable for her."

She shakes her head, hanging it low. It is indeed a desperate situation, and at least judging by Mary's body language, she struggles to see a way out.

"To kill her — should she not be dead —
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[ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ„ 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝓜𝘢𝘳𝘺 “ @antiquepuppet]

@HeirToMisery "And you're the sort that always gets what they want, aren't you?"

Eyes shamelessly explore Katherine's body. They fixate on that obvious bulge in her pants.

"Then again, from here it looks more like a need rather than a want, miss."

[ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ„ 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝓜𝘢𝘳𝘺 “ @antiquepuppet]

@HeirToMisery Her body is without taste, without odour. Mary runs a hand through Katherine's hair, brushing it away from her face and tucking it behind her ear, while her other hand ashes the cigarette on to the floor off the side of the bed.
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[ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ„ 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝓜𝘢𝘳𝘺 “ @antiquepuppet]

@HeirToMisery Not to mention most other people, who get terribly freaked out by her.

It is strange, to her. And yet it is also good, to be desired.
"Your eyes. You have... a beast's stare, is how I would put it. I'm familiar with it.
What's going on in that head of yours, miss?"

[ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ„ 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝓜𝘢𝘳𝘺 “ @antiquepuppet]

@HeirToMisery lining up the cocaine that much easier.

She reminisces a little as she watches Kat. Never before has someone so openly lusted after her. Even her creator, with all of her sick obsession and twisted love, cherished the doll too much for such things.
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[ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ„ 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝓜𝘢𝘳𝘺 “ @antiquepuppet]

@HeirToMisery laid down, she blows the smoke into the air.

"I have an inkling that you don't need any condoning, miss."
That reminds her, they have never really introduced each other. Not that it mattered right now. Names can wait.

[ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ„ 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝓜𝘢𝘳𝘺 “ @antiquepuppet]

@HeirToMisery Still, she feels as cold as a corpse.

Now that she is sat on the bed, Mary plucks the cigarette from Kat's lips. She takes a drag herself. The effect may be lost, but the sensation and taste of tobacco she can experience. A strong, earthy flavour. Leaning back until she has
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[ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ„ 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝓜𝘢𝘳𝘺 “ @antiquepuppet]

@HeirToMisery flipping her cigarette case open. Skilled digits slide out one of the sticks, planting it between her lips.

"Skip? I thought your intent was to have a celebration - so celebrate."
Without a lighter, her cigarette stays unlit. She assumes Kat can provide.

[ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ„ 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝓜𝘢𝘳𝘺 “ @antiquepuppet]

@HeirToMisery "Interestingly, she took great offense to being described as normal. It is, in essence, to be made equal to the brainless masses, those were her words."

Her eyes are averted. They seem to be staring past Katherine - which they are, her other hand coming up behind Kat's back,
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