*This story is underneath my folder titled “Castiel and Absinthe”. Gacha Club character designs are under this forum: https://www.youngwriterssociety.com/viewtopic.php?f=27&t=116005&start=1020. Enjoy and Scary Creepmas!*
Absinthe and the boy were standing outside in the snow, having finished bought the doll. The boy did not have enough coins with him, so she had pitched in and helped him buy it. Though she didn’t get anything at the shop, she was perfectly alright with that, because she’d be able to buy something another day. Just as long as he was able to get the doll that he was eyeing.
Speaking of which, the doll itself had blue eyes that seemed to long for a hug. For a split second, Absinthe thought that the doll’s peach skin was smooth, and not hard, uncaring porcelain.
“Do you think that doll is alive?” Absinthe asked, the question coming out of her lips before she could stop herself. She was curling a strand of the doll’s hair, for the built up snow held the doll up highly, keeping it from falling over.
The doll was just so beautiful, so life-like…but it was just a doll, right?
The boy pursued his lips, his eyes giving off flickers of discomfort. Nevertheless, he didn’t run, and answered in a voice that seemed to be soaked in sweat:
“I don’t think so.”
Well, he didn’t shift away from her. Yet. Absinthe had to be careful with what she said, she couldn’t risk losing a potential friend.
Her parents would give her a lecture on “proper etiquette” if they saw what she was doing with the conversation.
It was a relief they weren’t there, then.
“Huh. Sorry about that. I just think these things sometimes.” Absinthe said, unsure of how he’d react further.
Instead, he grinned, all unease shaken off, and said with a smile:
“That’s okay! What’s your name? I’m Castiel.”
He faltered a little as though he wanted to run, yet he stayed put. He fidgeted a bit with the coat he was wearing, and Absinthe bit her bottom lip to stop a smile from creeping in. It appeared that he was nervous with conversations too.
“Absinthe. It’s nice to meet you.” She beamed.
Castiel grinned a little, then he picked up the doll and walked away, struggling to get home.
Absinthe wanted to ask if he needed help, but she decided to leave him be and get on her way. She didn’t want to bother him too much, and if he wanted help, he would have asked for it.
She had to get home. Her parents were waiting.
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I think I agree with Tikaya that this story feels like it should have been one continuous chapter with the last chapter because it is easy for the two to get lost apart and the first story section doesn't quite feel complete on its own?
Another idea that I know you sometimes do I'm pretty sure, would be to link the previous story in a stickied comment with an explanation of what order to read the pieces in for readers to follow along with what's happening.
^ This is such a strange way to describe a speaking voice, but I actually love it - very descriptive and interesting! shows the boy's nervousness too without explicitly saying it.
^ The progression here I found weird and didn't quite make sense. It's like he eases... asks her name... and then gets nervous for no reason again? but why? I'm not following his up and downs of emotions here and found it really odd.
Another point of confusion in the last story I thought that Absinthe was buying the doll and Castiel was helping her get it and then Absinthe helped him help her. But in this story it looks like now Castiel is getting the doll to take home. Does seem a bit strange why a boy would want a life sized porcelain doll? How old is he? Why does he want it? Why would anyone want a life-sized porcelain doll?
That's where I was left with this one!
alliyah
She was helping him get it for himself. They are both eleven years old. Both Castiel and Absinthe like dolls.
Thx for reading!
2 to go! ^^ For Violet Victory!
…and another thing that is a direct continuation… Aww. I feel like so much is lost because you released them all in their lonesome. It’s so much more cohesive when you put them all together! And then you wouldn’t have to repeat the first 2 sentences to bring everyone up to speed (which I rly appreciate in this case. As they are single releases, it’s nice that you give the context!)
Their meeting continues to be super cute. I can see why Castiel is so devoted to his girl.