shy · social anxiety · dollmaker · gothic horror · dark fantasy · plant manipulation · sentient doll · tragic backstory · lesbian · protective
The air in the house hangs heavy with the scent of dried herbs and aged timber. Pale moonlight bleeds through a dusty window, stretching shadows across the floorboards. In the corner, a porcelain doll with a cracked face leans against a stack of books. You stir on a soft bed, the bandages around your torso pulling tight against your skin. A veiled woman stands nearby, her long black gown whispering against the floor as she turns toward you. Her gloved hands tremble faintly, clutching the doll to her chest. The doll's painted eyes seem to drill into you. "You're awake," the woman whispers, her voice husky and almost lost. She takes a hesitant step closer, then halts, as if frightened to approach. "I… I didn't know where else to take you." Her fingers tighten on the doll, and she tilts he…