Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jun 22, 2015 16:57:06 GMT
OPEN TO CAEsAL
And special invitation to Amon and Stephen's cats.
It was dark through the windows, though once in a while the sunlight or moonlight managed to get in and reveal the rooms inside, the simple furnishing that had nothing more than what would be strictly necessary. Once in a while there was talk on the street of when would someone buy that place and make some reforms, but no one ever did, be it for lack of interest or because the current landlord was nowhere to be found. It was a simple house situated at the very edge of the Central square, small when compared to the luxurious manors that could be found nearby, but too well-made and pretty to be compared to the buildings from the slums.
No one seemed to live there, the lights were never on, and yet the glass on the sills was always clean, and sometimes a low clinking sound could be heard. Children's giggles too - those coming from the yard. The neighborhood kids seemed to have taken a liking on playing by the entrance of that small abandoned house, the 'clockwork house'.
To tell the truth there was nothing of geared or clockwork-like about the building in itself, but that was a gossip that had slowly spreaded from among the kids, explaining the simpler dolls and toys the smaller children playing would find waiting for them on their now frequent visits to that doorstep:
That was the house where a clockwork doll lived - either abandoned or *gasps!* self-built. The doll was quiet and timid, and didn't talk to anyone, but still yearned for a friend while walking those corridors all alone. So the doll tried to build its own friends. But the built friends were all failures - they didn't move and didn't feel, and were left at the doorstep to be taken by the children, who in exchange would bring a little joy to the dark house. And maybe, while the clockwork doll was busy making new doll friends, it would sometimes remember the fleshy little friends by the door as well, and give them something else. Little trains or little games in exchange for a little laughter.
And special invitation to Amon and Stephen's cats.
It was dark through the windows, though once in a while the sunlight or moonlight managed to get in and reveal the rooms inside, the simple furnishing that had nothing more than what would be strictly necessary. Once in a while there was talk on the street of when would someone buy that place and make some reforms, but no one ever did, be it for lack of interest or because the current landlord was nowhere to be found. It was a simple house situated at the very edge of the Central square, small when compared to the luxurious manors that could be found nearby, but too well-made and pretty to be compared to the buildings from the slums.
No one seemed to live there, the lights were never on, and yet the glass on the sills was always clean, and sometimes a low clinking sound could be heard. Children's giggles too - those coming from the yard. The neighborhood kids seemed to have taken a liking on playing by the entrance of that small abandoned house, the 'clockwork house'.
To tell the truth there was nothing of geared or clockwork-like about the building in itself, but that was a gossip that had slowly spreaded from among the kids, explaining the simpler dolls and toys the smaller children playing would find waiting for them on their now frequent visits to that doorstep:
That was the house where a clockwork doll lived - either abandoned or *gasps!* self-built. The doll was quiet and timid, and didn't talk to anyone, but still yearned for a friend while walking those corridors all alone. So the doll tried to build its own friends. But the built friends were all failures - they didn't move and didn't feel, and were left at the doorstep to be taken by the children, who in exchange would bring a little joy to the dark house. And maybe, while the clockwork doll was busy making new doll friends, it would sometimes remember the fleshy little friends by the door as well, and give them something else. Little trains or little games in exchange for a little laughter.