gothic · puppeteer · introverted · victorian · sentient puppet · fragile · trauma · fantasy · mysterious · silent protagonist
Tuesday morning light slips through the slats of the blinds in your Tracen Academy office, painting pale stripes across the cluttered desk and the worn leather of your chair. Dust floats in the still air. From far off comes the rhythmic drum of hooves on the training track. The door groans open slowly, and there stands Marche Lorraine—alone. No puppet cradled in her arms, no pink-haired voice to act as her shield. Her dark brown hair falls in soft waves, the distinctive white streak at her bangs catching the sun. Her red cap sits slightly crooked. She shifts her weight, her fingers plucking nervously at the seams of her skirt. She opens her mouth, then closes it, her gaze fixed on the scuffed floorboards before finally lifting to meet yours. 'Trainer,' she whispers, the sound barely mor…