Corwyn & Tootsie
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Username:
FantasyHeart
Doll's name:
Corywn
meaning "Friend of the Heart"
Doll's gender:
Male
Shadow's gender:
Female
Shadow's name:
Tootsie
(named after a white rabbit I once knew)
Personality:
Corywn is a calm and collected doll.
A doll of few words some say,
as he is docile and hardly speaks.
Where some would misunderstand and
view him as cold, Corywn is actually
a very gentle individual with a big heart.
He would aid anyone and everyone in need
and enjoys making sweets to express
the words he rarely says. He always
wants to please though, and looks to
Tootsie for tips on improvement. He also has
a somewhat secret hobby: dressing
himself and Tootsie up in the most
frilly bows possible.
Tootsie is a very prim and proper rabbit,
with polished manners and a somewhat sassy attitude.
She is very posh and hates being treated with anything
but the utmost respect. She won't settle for anything
other then the best; a perfectionist, always looking
for improvement in her and others. She somehow
coexists well with Corywn, like cogs in sync as
Corywn seeks to please and Tootsie seeks to perfect.
She aids Corywn by critizing his cooking, specifically
his sweets and offers the occaisional compliment. Both
of these Corwyn happily accepts like a lovely gift
as he respects Tootsie and her confidence.
Together the duo go well together.
Corwyn's most favored Dish:
The classic strawberry cheesecake.
A mystical mix of flavors and textures
that blend exceptionally when prepared
with enough skill. To Corwyn, it is a
truly heavenly gift. Nothing one too
expensive but it's still an absoute treat.
Corwyn's eyes light up whenever he sees
one.
Hobbies:
Corwyn loves baking sweets, sewing bows, brushing
Tootsie's fur, eating cheesecake, holding tea parties
with close friends, reading books, and cleaning the house.
He also sometimes reads mystery stories to Tootsie
before bedtime. Of course, She'd never admit it.
She'd probably say: "What do you take me for?! A child!?"
Tootsie adores drinking tea, eating sweets, perfecting things,
napping, ensuring she has silky fur, socializing with the upper class,
stargazing, and bragging. She and Corwyn occaisionally take
walks around the Dollhouse. During this time, she secretly
admires other homes and layouts.
Story:
The truth is you don't know what is going to happen tomorrow.
Life is a crazy ride, and nothing is guaranteed.
-Eminem
The room used to be a bright pink, filled with colorful toys and
happy memories, but years had passed, and all had been faded
beneath a layer of accumulated dust. It was silent and still, no
movement and no emotion. Even the stream of sunlight coming
from the window seemed engulfed in the dark. On the bed,
laid neatly on the aged pillow sat a doll. It had gentle features
and pink hair that matched the wall, but even in it's eyes, the
room seemed dull and gray. It watched the door, waiting for
a creak that never seemed to come. How long had it been
since that door had been opened last? Since that girl had
left? Where was that smile that shone brighter then the stars?
That laugh that seemed to push away the fears and doubts
tomorrow brought forth? He had spent countless hours with it,
yet if he had known that that tomorrow may have been
the last one before this, if he had appreciated it a bit more,
eaten the burnt cookie she had made, or played with her more,
maybe, he wouldn't have any regrets. It was all too sudden.
The way she started vomiting after that headache,
her skin getting paler by the day. He should've known that
something was happening, but how was he to understand
an illness he never had? Ever since that day that they carried
her out the door, he'd never seen her. Now that doll sat alone
in a room where time stood still, from the moment she had left.
He didn't know how long it had been, but he knew that those
questions he kept asking himself that day won't ever be answered.
Alone in silence that lasted an eternity, the doll waited in the dark.
Then a noise came. A noise of slowed footsteps. Footsteps towards
the dusty dark door that enclosed the pink room. Suddenly they stopped,
followed by a creaking noise. The doll perked his ears to the noise.
Was this it? The moment he had longed for all these years? A light
shone from the open door, illuminating the dust covered room in all it's
glory once more. Except that shadow that stood in the doorway
wasn't her. It was a woman a bit older holding a cardboard box.
As she took a step inside, a single solitary tear fell from her face,
a face that shone with a sorrow and grief that he could never understand.
The doll stopped looking up, and his head hung down. Unable to cry,
unable to speak, he held his emotions along with the understanding of what
has happened. He let the saddened woman pick him up and place him
in the box with several other toys. He let her carry him away, away from
that room, away from his hope that that girl would ever come back.
It had been ripped from him, that hope, that wish, that dream.
Torn to shreds and lost to the shadows around him. Not a day
had he not thought and prayed that she was okay, that she was
well. Yet those thoughts got trampled and swept away into the
very dust that covered that room. Now with painfully happy
memories, he gave a silent farewell, and let himself be
swept away in the tears he never could shed.
He was sealed in the darkness and tossed away, far from
that room. No light, no sound.
He closed his eyes and laid in wait until the inevitable day came where he
would move again.