doll, up in the tower
by: as beauty dies / pixie paramount (LJ) / Noelle
genre: character study - femmeslash - love/mostly-hate
note: A pet-project of mine that I've been working on for some time. Don't know if I'll ever really finish it or if I'll leave it to rot on my hard-drive. (This features my two characters, Penelope and Ava-marie.)
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She has poison lips and perfect teeth, this woman, and when she speaks her words come out like poison, burning against your skin.
You would like to say that you hate her; it's what you want/wish/would love to say to her face, you hope that it would hurt her, in some way.
(i hate you, i hate you, i hate you.)
She makes you feel like a doll with her words. Pretty and perfect and—
(You can't even remember what it was like to be whole—living, breathing, alive.)
—doing nothing more than collecting dust.