Of Toys and Toymakers [Lana || Inv]

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What had her creators called it...rain? Liquid water in the form of droplets that have condensed from atmospheric water vapor and then precipitated, which fell from frozen crystals made of water or various chemicals suspended in the atmosphere above the surface of a planetary body that Humans called clouds. The liquid droplets of water crashing against the ground, creating a melody that only the melancholy could enjoy was icing on the cake to end Lana's day. She had always enjoyed the rain and the beautiful sound that rang in hear with each pellet. Her creators had always found that she had a strange way about her, in that whenever it was raining she would always sit outside with her eyes transfixed on the distance. They knew nothing of how beautiful the world was, they were uncultured in the beauty outside of their swords. The pink-haired fae walked along the moist riverbed with her black umbrella draped over her shoulder, her slender fingers gripping its leather handle tightly. Her eyes were transfixed on the ripples that were being created on the rushing water. The ripples were a beautiful thing. The septum pellucidium portion of her brain was beginning to throb in pleasure as her lust for life began to carcass her very being. She had always been fond of the world outside of her little pill. Lana moved on the lower level of the riverbed, closer to the water, twirling her umbrella in the air sending about a flurry of raindrops.

Such a pretty little thing. She was sporting her black, long-sleeve Erdem dress with the see-through floral sleeves, that were complimented by her Sergio Rossi pumps, with a red sunhat and matching lip stick that topped it all off. She was dressed to charm any man with her beautiful locks pushed to the right side of her frame. The heels of her pumps clicked against the riverbed until she came to a sudden stop when she saw a man with violet protein filament pushing out from his skull. Her rose quartz colored eyes lingering at him as she drew closer to him. Attempting to smile through her terror, she bent down stopped only a few inches to his left.

MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS

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When she woke up this morning and it was extremely cold outside; the world outside of her home was dripping with crashing blankets of rain, and the clouds were painted with a dark grey. She looked at the clock and it was 4 am, she thought the clock was tricking her but she had just slept for a really long time. She could sleep for elongated periods because her body was artificially made. Processed. She could shut her body down for long periods if she needed too, this was something that Humans couldn't do. The next thing she did was take a shower, but she didn't feel clean because her body wasn't really feeling the water that pelted her skin. Sometimes she couldn't even the feel the water unless she really concentrated. Other times she couldn't taste unless she really wanted too. She would put up a smoke screen to hide under the moon when faced with Humans. She fed herself on her lies, because the world was much sweeter to the mind that way. She was human ... she was human ... she wasn't really human ... she was a Mod Soul. Those words were all it took for her facade to break before her very eyes. The others. She knew what he meant, the Humans. She wasn't like them because she wasn't one of them, she was just posing as one. Her mind was racing at the idea of what he would do to her, she was an illegal existence. She was not supposed to be alive. Lana ... didn't she promise herself that she would never let her facade break? Her promises were falling through the cracks and she was beginning to grow scared. This was normal right? Humans ... they felt like this, right?

Her eyes made contact with violet orbs and she hesitated to speak. A lump formed in her throat and a wave of fear came crashing against her. Why did she have to be scared? It was his previous statement that haunted her. That's all it was. She was like a child coming face to face with the monster under her bed, he was her monster and she was his child. 

" ... Lana ..."

There was something off about him, she was beginning to feel it now. The aura that seeped from his skin was that of a Hollow with the undertones of a Shinigami. She had never felt anything like this, it was something unbeknownst to her. It made her quiver just thinking about it. The rain didn't seem to affect his skin like it would any normal being; it was like watching water hit steel and slid off with leaving a stain. Her eyes were transfixed on his hands when they began to move, holding out the wooden toy that he had picked up out of the water. It was rotting and dying, falling apart with each passing second. Water seeped through the pores and cracks, pieces of molded wood falling onto the ground. She didn't know why but she grabbed it and held it close to her body. She still wasn't feeling the water against her skin but she pretended too. Shaking as if it were cold against her flesh. There was that lump again, but this time she overcame it with relative ease.

"Do you not feel the rain ... against your skin? That's why I carry an umbrella, so that I don't get drenched like you, because I hate the feeling of the rain."

MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS