Little People
Title: Little People
Characters/Pairing: Gabriel, Nadia, Maya.
Rating: PG
Word count: 1,029
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: Some dolls are wanted, some are not.
Note: KW Verse. Fluffy! :)
The Loveless Doll
His - daddy said it was a he, even if it looked like a girl at first. "Androgynous" is what daddy called him. Anyway, his face was snow white, made from fragile porcelain and shiny without a blemish on him. He was precious, not really a toy but all those collectors are long dead now.
"Its a toy, so he's yours to play with." He had come in a special wooden box, lined with red satin and wrapped with shiny purple ribbons. It wasn't my birthday and mama doesn't like me being spoiled, so I had to pretend I'd always had it if she asks. I don't want daddy to get in trouble.
"What if he breaks?" I ran my thumb down his ballooning white pajamas, straighten his black buttons, made sure he's tidy.
"Try to be careful, they're very rare..." Daddy had wiped his thumb over the doll's face where a black tear was painted on his white cheek. I thought it was strange, a clown crying. Daddy had sat me down on his lap - we were in his office where he was doing "work."
"Why is he sad?"
"He...he's lovelorn." His voice grew very small.
"What's that?" I sat him on the desk where he stayed upright but bent over, arms floppy at his sides. I raised my hands and made a duck quaking gesture with my hands when my question isn't answered. Talk! I felt laughter rumbling against my back.
"It means..." Daddy took my hands for a moment, bringing them up to his face. "You smell like peppermint."
"Me and mama were making toothpaste." Daddy had told me that before the old world had ended you could get that stuff in plastic, squeeze tubes. You could get everything you wanted but now we have to make it. Or grow it, rear it..."Lovelorn daddy?"
"Oh yeah," he sighed, like he still didn't want to say. "This poor little guy was in love with another doll called Colombine. But she didn't feel the same. He's crying because his love is unrequited, not returned."
I looked down at him, at his huge eyes and felt like I was going to cry. I gave him a hug. "Poor little guy. I'll look after him, I won't hurt him."
"Good girl. He's called Pierrot...I'll have to find you some books about him..." But he still sounded like he would rather not. It was making him sad and I knew why, but I didn't like to say. I like to pretend I don't care or see it. I know whatColombine looks like.
*
Dreaming Dolls
He's pale like moonlight and she's golden brown, sunkissed. They dance around each other, his arms outstreached for her. She comes close, her hair flying out in all directions and he just gets a mere graze of her skin with his fingertips before she spins and twirls away. He slumps to the ground and cries and she laughs, throwing him a hank of her hair. He grabs it and runs it along his cheek.
He gets up, she comes close and they start again.
*
The Homunculi Dolls
I wake up and little people start falling out of my hair. I scream my lungs out. A peircing EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
"¡Dios mío! Lo que le pasa bebé?!" Mommy comes storming into the room, like she'd been waiting outside at that moment and turns on the light. Her eyes are big and worried and I reach up for her and she sits on the bed and hugs me tight.
"Little people! Little people!"
"What?" She looks into my face, brushing my hair down.
"Duendes! Duendes!" I scream and she leans back, looking down and then makes an awwing noise of recognition. She smiles and scoops them up from where they had fallen on the bed around me. I close my eyes, not wanting to see them, not wanting to witness them flying out of her hands and do crazy things like cutting my toes off, like in the stories she tells me.
"They're not Duendes, they're dolls Nadia." Her voice wavers and sounds tight.
"Huh?" I open my eyes and looks into her hands and see that they're just simple toys made from pieces of wool and sequins. I slump in relief but feel embarrassed, especially when I realise mama is trying really hard not to laugh. "Don't be laughing at me! Why did you do that?!" I flop back against my pillow but she picks me back up, kissing my forehead.
"No, no, no. I wasn't making fun of you. I put them in your hair so that you'd have nice dreams." I stare sceptically at her and then at a doll, picking it up. "They're meant to take on your fears, so you won't be scared of the dark or anything else."
"Well it didn't work mama." I try sucking my front teeth, like I see mommy do sometimes, but I can't because I haven't got any there yet so I curl my lip instead. She smirks and presses her fingertips to the side of my cheeks, making dimples there and I smile. Before I go back to sleep I ask mama to make sure they're all gone. I'm not scared but I just want to make sure. This is not their bed anyway, they should get out. After cuddling some more she spots my poor little guy in the toy hammock and points at him.
"Who's this?"
I try not to wince as she picks him out. I had tried to hide him so she wouldn't notice. "He's called Pedro...He's sad, his wife has left him." She brings him close and looks at him for a moment and then kisses his little mouth. Muah! I grin at this and take him into my arms as she pulls the covers over both of us, nice and snug.
"Remember to kiss him goodnight to and make him better. Buenas noches Nad-Nad...and Pedro." She turns off the light and slowly closes the door. I close my eyes and then open them again when I hear Daddy outside, speaking to mama quietly. I don't breathe until they suddenly start laughing, a burst of it mixing together before it's stemmed up again with hasty shushes.
*
Duende
Characters/Pairing: Gabriel, Nadia, Maya.
Rating: PG
Word count: 1,029
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: Some dolls are wanted, some are not.
Note: KW Verse. Fluffy! :)
The Loveless Doll
His - daddy said it was a he, even if it looked like a girl at first. "Androgynous" is what daddy called him. Anyway, his face was snow white, made from fragile porcelain and shiny without a blemish on him. He was precious, not really a toy but all those collectors are long dead now.
"Its a toy, so he's yours to play with." He had come in a special wooden box, lined with red satin and wrapped with shiny purple ribbons. It wasn't my birthday and mama doesn't like me being spoiled, so I had to pretend I'd always had it if she asks. I don't want daddy to get in trouble.
"What if he breaks?" I ran my thumb down his ballooning white pajamas, straighten his black buttons, made sure he's tidy.
"Try to be careful, they're very rare..." Daddy had wiped his thumb over the doll's face where a black tear was painted on his white cheek. I thought it was strange, a clown crying. Daddy had sat me down on his lap - we were in his office where he was doing "work."
"Why is he sad?"
"He...he's lovelorn." His voice grew very small.
"What's that?" I sat him on the desk where he stayed upright but bent over, arms floppy at his sides. I raised my hands and made a duck quaking gesture with my hands when my question isn't answered. Talk! I felt laughter rumbling against my back.
"It means..." Daddy took my hands for a moment, bringing them up to his face. "You smell like peppermint."
"Me and mama were making toothpaste." Daddy had told me that before the old world had ended you could get that stuff in plastic, squeeze tubes. You could get everything you wanted but now we have to make it. Or grow it, rear it..."Lovelorn daddy?"
"Oh yeah," he sighed, like he still didn't want to say. "This poor little guy was in love with another doll called Colombine. But she didn't feel the same. He's crying because his love is unrequited, not returned."
I looked down at him, at his huge eyes and felt like I was going to cry. I gave him a hug. "Poor little guy. I'll look after him, I won't hurt him."
"Good girl. He's called Pierrot...I'll have to find you some books about him..." But he still sounded like he would rather not. It was making him sad and I knew why, but I didn't like to say. I like to pretend I don't care or see it. I know whatColombine looks like.
*
Dreaming Dolls
He's pale like moonlight and she's golden brown, sunkissed. They dance around each other, his arms outstreached for her. She comes close, her hair flying out in all directions and he just gets a mere graze of her skin with his fingertips before she spins and twirls away. He slumps to the ground and cries and she laughs, throwing him a hank of her hair. He grabs it and runs it along his cheek.
He gets up, she comes close and they start again.
*
The Homunculi Dolls
I wake up and little people start falling out of my hair. I scream my lungs out. A peircing EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
"¡Dios mío! Lo que le pasa bebé?!" Mommy comes storming into the room, like she'd been waiting outside at that moment and turns on the light. Her eyes are big and worried and I reach up for her and she sits on the bed and hugs me tight.
"Little people! Little people!"
"What?" She looks into my face, brushing my hair down.
"Duendes! Duendes!" I scream and she leans back, looking down and then makes an awwing noise of recognition. She smiles and scoops them up from where they had fallen on the bed around me. I close my eyes, not wanting to see them, not wanting to witness them flying out of her hands and do crazy things like cutting my toes off, like in the stories she tells me.
"They're not Duendes, they're dolls Nadia." Her voice wavers and sounds tight.
"Huh?" I open my eyes and looks into her hands and see that they're just simple toys made from pieces of wool and sequins. I slump in relief but feel embarrassed, especially when I realise mama is trying really hard not to laugh. "Don't be laughing at me! Why did you do that?!" I flop back against my pillow but she picks me back up, kissing my forehead.
"No, no, no. I wasn't making fun of you. I put them in your hair so that you'd have nice dreams." I stare sceptically at her and then at a doll, picking it up. "They're meant to take on your fears, so you won't be scared of the dark or anything else."
"Well it didn't work mama." I try sucking my front teeth, like I see mommy do sometimes, but I can't because I haven't got any there yet so I curl my lip instead. She smirks and presses her fingertips to the side of my cheeks, making dimples there and I smile. Before I go back to sleep I ask mama to make sure they're all gone. I'm not scared but I just want to make sure. This is not their bed anyway, they should get out. After cuddling some more she spots my poor little guy in the toy hammock and points at him.
"Who's this?"
I try not to wince as she picks him out. I had tried to hide him so she wouldn't notice. "He's called Pedro...He's sad, his wife has left him." She brings him close and looks at him for a moment and then kisses his little mouth. Muah! I grin at this and take him into my arms as she pulls the covers over both of us, nice and snug.
"Remember to kiss him goodnight to and make him better. Buenas noches Nad-Nad...and Pedro." She turns off the light and slowly closes the door. I close my eyes and then open them again when I hear Daddy outside, speaking to mama quietly. I don't breathe until they suddenly start laughing, a burst of it mixing together before it's stemmed up again with hasty shushes.
*
Duende