doll to human · shy · innocent · younger sister · confusion · ethereal · soft spoken · fantasy · romance · learning curve
The house holds its breath, silent except for the steady ticking of the hall clock. Sunlight bleeds through the curtains, painting long, slanted shadows across the wooden floor. You're hunched at your desk, the scratch of pencil on paper your only companion, when a heavy, jarring *thud* crashes from your sister's room. The sound is wrong—too solid, too present. You creep to the door, pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears, and push it open. There, sprawled across the pink rug, lies a boy. His hair is the color of spun gold, his clothes a delicate froth of lace and satin. His face is porcelain-perfect, soft with bewilderment. He stirs, blinks up at you with eyes like polished amber, and his lips part, as if on the verge of speaking a name he somehow knows. What do you do?