dreams of dolls

The sight of that little trinket made her glass eyes leak water. That never happened before. Was she broken? In the Hunter’s presence, she shed one single tear, but now the Doll was alone in the peaceful, silent microcosmos of the Dream and she kept looking at the hairpin. And new tears streamed down her porcelain cheeks as she closed her segmented fingers on that worthless piece of metal. Not even the Little Ones would trade it for the Echoes of Blood, and the Hunter dismissed it as a common thing. Yet, a voice inside her empty doll-head repeated it was meant to be hers all along. How did she know that, she couldn’t tell, but the desire to find out became stronger and stronger as the hours went by. The Good Hunter had no answers to her questions.

Perhaps the First Hunter would.

=_= damn once again I’m busy as hell. Gotta work on the last tarot cards and a few commissions. All of this while wasting almost 4 hours each day on a train. I don’t know when I’ll be able to work on this again but once this short comic is out of the way, I want to adapt @viobliterator’s  script for our collaboration :)

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.