Curate, connect, and discover
Glen Baskerville - Blog Posts
₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. ₊｡.₊ 🪡🎀
—---𝕃𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕖 𝕁𝕠𝕦𝕖𝕥𝕤 cont'd, 𝕨/ @gloomy-glen
As the stranger spoke, Jeanne’s 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 returned to the rabbit plush. Little thumbs idly traced the doll’s velvet fabric, stopping only when they brushed against the doll’s hands. She tugged lightly at the delicate lace and cooed:
“As a little child, yourself, would you have liked this? Especially if you were a young… 𝑑𝑢𝑘𝑒. On second thought, perhaps this may be too embarrassing for him to carry around.” She heaved a sigh, her voice becoming smaller, “This may be selfish, but… I’d hope that, every time I was away, if he ever needed comfort… then he’d have this & think of me until I can return to his side.”
She noticed the stranger's fingertips touching one of the plush rabbits.
“I didn’t realize that you were ..tidying this shelf—--”
Gasp ｡ ⠀ ｡ ⠀ ｡
She got a better look at him. Is he really the shop owner? Tall. Elegantly dressed. Chin-length raven hair surrounded his gracious visage, catching golden hour’s amber light with an iridescent sheen like fine silk. Even his voice resembled the same enchantment that Jeanne had often witnessed in the blade of an artisanal claymore. No, a cutlass, perhaps? A rapier? He could be a nobleman. No, perhaps even an ennobled knight. Also, his answer wasn’t quite satisfying, as if he didn't care about selling her the doll. Nevertheless, perhaps it was the atmosphere’s quietude & homeliness, but as she stood beside him, she completely forgot her reputation as a being not even deemed a vampire. No, whatever happened to 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔅𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔲? Thus, the tone of her voice barely became any more respectful:
“…You’re not the shop owner, are you? So you’re… also interested in these rabbit dolls?”
She beamed—- 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑢𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠:
“𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞? 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒?!”
.˚ ̥ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ.˚ ̥
₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○. 𓂃 ࣪˖𐀔 ╰₊ ✧𓂂 ҉ㅤ ᴵ̷ ᶠ̷ᵒ̷ʳ̷ᵍ̷ᵒ̷ᵗ̷ ᴵ̷ ʷ̷ᵃ̷ˢ̷ ᵃ̷ …𝓓𝘰𝘭𝘭.
₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. ₊｡.₊ 🪡🎀
—---𝕃𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕖 𝕁𝕠𝕦𝕖𝕥𝕤, 𝕨/ @gloomy-glen
The bell above the door chimed, and immediately, Jeanne immersed herself into the quiet lull of the 𝑇oy 𝑆tore ｡ ⠀ ｡ ⠀ ｡
The sun was shifting into golden hour, and the world slowed down. A soft aureate haze seemed to endlessly pour in through the paneled windows, casting a cozy, mellow glow everywhere. Dozens of dust particles floated lazily in the air, which smelled like oak and hints of strawberry. A multitude of toys adorned the polished wooden shelves.
Suddenly, Jeanne’s eyes twinkled. She hurried over to the display of plush rabbits. One particular white rabbit wore an elegant blue dress. How familiar… She recalled a fond memory, an outpour of joy welling up from deep within her heart: 𝑀𝑜𝑛 𝑙𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑛.
Then, her lips curled into a gentle smile. She imagined a joyful Luca-sama, whispering his thanks while pressing his forehead against the rabbit’s soft fabric. However…
Eyelashes fluttered against pink-tinted cheeks. She turned to face the tall stranger who had been standing beside her, assuming he was the shop owner. Besides, he was the only other person around.
“Do you think a little boy.. would be fine with a rabbit doll––in a dress? For his birthday?”
.˚ ̥ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ.˚ ̥
₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○. 𓂃 ࣪˖𐀔 ╰₊ ✧𓂂 ҉ㅤ ᴵ̷ ᶠ̷ᵒ̷ʳ̷ᵍ̷ᵒ̷ᵗ̷ ᴵ̷ ʷ̷ᵃ̷ˢ̷ ᵃ̷ …𝓓𝘰𝘭𝘭.
₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○˚. ₊｡.₊ 🪡🎀
—---𝕃𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕖 𝕁𝕠𝕦𝕖𝕥𝕤, 𝕨/ @gloomy-glen
The bell above the door chimed, and immediately, Jeanne immersed herself into the quiet lull of the 𝑇oy 𝑆tore ｡ ⠀ ｡ ⠀ ｡
The sun was shifting into Golden Hour, and the world slowed down…
A soft aureate haze endlessly poured in through the paneled windows, casting a cozy, mellow glow everywhere. Dust particles floated lazily in the air, which smelled like oak and hints of strawberry. A multitude of toys adorned polished wooden shelves.
Suddenly, Jeanne’s eyes twinkled. She hurried over to the display of plush rabbits. One particular white rabbit wore an elegant blue dress. How familiar… She recalled a fond memory, an outpour of joy welling up from deep within her heart: 𝑀𝑜𝑛 𝑙𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑛.
Then, her lips curled into a gentle smile. She imagined a joyful Luca-sama, whispering his thanks while pressing his forehead against the rabbit’s soft fabric. However…
Eyelashes fluttered against pink-tinted cheeks. She turned to face the tall stranger who had been standing beside her, assuming he was the shop owner. Besides, he was the only other person around.
“Do you think a little boy.. would be fine with a rabbit doll––in a dress? For his birthday?”
.˚ ̥ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ.˚ ̥
₊｡ ⊹˚∘˙○. 𓂃 ࣪˖𐀔 ╰₊ ✧𓂂 ҉ㅤ ᴵ̷ ᶠ̷ᵒ̷ʳ̷ᵍ̷ᵒ̷ᵗ̷ ᴵ̷ ʷ̷ᵃ̷ˢ̷ ᵃ̷ …𝓓𝘰𝘭𝘭.