Remember when you were very little and still very much into toys, there was always that one special toy you simply couldn't live with out? The Favorite toy, the one we cried for when it was broken or missing because it had to be so lonely with you and you were so lonely without it? As you got older it was the one you held on to the hardest. It might have been hard to let some others close to your heart go but this one you couldn't even see yourself handing over to your own children as an heirloom.
Alex had a toy like that, an old china doll for his mother's collection that wasn't worth much but still just so pretty. Remembering how they used to play, it almost seemed like that doll would come to life and sometimes even grow into an adult size but that was just imagination gone wild. Ira was just his imaginary friend that lived inside the doll that's why they looked so alike. Now Alex is all grown up, looking into dropping out of collage with a broken dream just trying to make it on his own without going back home. Money just won't let him do what he wants to with his future and the unfairness was driving him to drink. He still has Ira, sitting on a shelf in his bedroom still so perfect looking and so still compared to how Alex's imaginary friend used to be. He missed that Ira and now sitting on the end of his bed, blacked out drunk and crying, he looks up at that little porcelain body and speaks his hearts first and foremost wish in that moment...He needs to see that Ira again, the one that always made everything okay. He needed Ira in his life right then, right that second, or he wasn't going to make it.
As a twist of fate, or repression of memory that time and age does to people, the IraAlex needed was real. The Doll his soul inhabited was enchanted and he had really come to life to play with Alex as a boy and he'd come to love him just as much as he was loved. It was torture to back off and stay still, sleeping in the doll form, to let Alex grow up normal and happy but it was something he had to do for him, cause that's how love worked. Sitting on that shelf in Alex's apartment bedroom he watched over him, checking in that he slept well. Cleaned up after him in the dark of night to help him out if only a little, his connection to Alex hadn't waned one bit even though he was mostly forgotten. So now that he had watched Alex break down, beg the heaven's for him to come back to him he couldn't help himself. He had to go to him and wipe the tears from his eyes, let him know that he'd never once left his side.
Maybe it was the Alcohol for Alex, maybe it was Ira's pent up feelings, but that first mutual kiss made the love they shared blossom in an adult way. Their reunion lasted for one round before Alex passed out and Ira held him close into morning. He dreaded the look on Alex's face in the morning to come, having woken up hungover with no memory of what had passed between them. A strange person in his bed, a man no less, and one that looked identical to his favorite childhood toy, the doll named Ira...which was now missing because that stranger was his Ira....
Pairing Style Summery :: OwnerXDoll/ Fantasy Comedic Romance, "Toy Story" Inspired, Cute Unique Situation S&M Yaoi I'm looking for a Goth/Emo type, maybe he's in a band. Someone that would keep a doll for reasons outside of the norm. Stress Although the plot suggests a higher than pg-13 rating, The game itself will adhere to TOS and guild rules. The word here is "cute" not "mature". Flavor Bite : Right Here Waiting For You
Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 2:50 am
Cast
Name : Ira FairBanks Age : Was born just before the American Civil War Era looks 24 Gender : Male Race : Enchanted Doll Personal Orientation : Homosexual Occupation : Ex Hair dresser/ stylist Skills : Handling blades for grooming purposes, any blade, no combat skills what so ever Talents : Beauty, style and color, Adaptability Special : Human and Doll Form, Immortal, but can be smashed and killed
Personality : One would blame the fact that Ira's a Doll for why he's androgynous, but no that's just Ira, he's just a perky little guy that shines like the sun with humor and flirty sass. He's a natural talker and will rape your ear if you don't cut him off early, just shoving unwanted information in your ear hole. He has his own opinions on just about everything and freely shares often to the point he sorta gets pushy with it, once he's got passion in something he's not gonna stand for any other version and this is the major problem why some people just don't like him. He'll smile through anything and crack jokes to brighten any situation, he's not a fighter, never has been. His fight or flight instinct is set to Love. When faced with conflict Ira will divert it with flirty advances that are both serious and attempts to scare off homophobs. Bubbly little thing that he is for and exterior, behind closed doors he internalizes everything. He's a deeply depressed person that wonders if anyone really likes him for himself or just because he's basically a man whore, pretty, and totally crazy at parties. He puts on a great performance to hid it, determined to keep his rainy days to himself so he can be someone else's sunshine. Flaw : A light weight drinker, prone to depressions, everything's a joke, pushy, often seems to not have any self respect Redeeming Feature : He keeps his weepy moments to himself, he makes those around him happier than himself, life of the party Likes : Tall gentlemen, other toys, PDA Dislikes : Witches, Drama Queens, ugly hair
Background : Ira was born and raised in a place of beauty, taught that everything should be at it's best and so long as it was everything would be okay. So that's how he got through the war and it's horrors as his home was marched over. He managed to get out but it took him shedding his family to do it. He went west toward Texas and found work in a barber shop where his vanity ran rampant. This made him easy prey to a witch he'd wronged with his opinions. She offered him a way to remain young and beautiful forever and hardly explained any of it. From that he allowed her to connect him to a little porcelain doll that looked exactly like him at the time of the curse. She left him leave with the doll in hand promising him eternal beauty and hiding the side effect. With his doll he also accepted a slam of mortal bad luck. That next day just going to and from work at the barbar shop he near died 7 times. Fate got in him the end though, a drunkard shot him in a mugging. Upon his death, his soul was called to the doll and it became his body. This curse forced him to live out eterinty as a beautiful little doll, the life of a toy from then on out. It took him a long time to figure out how to act around people without scaring them, how to act like a doll was supposed to, and then trying harder to figure out how to take a human shape again and hold it. Even now that he has figured it all out, mastered his situation, he did try to live as a human but his lover's always found him out in the end. His depression from this is what's holding him down to the doll side of himself, so slowed down to face his eternity....
LOOKS Hair : Blonde ear length in Man-tails Eyes : Blue-green Distinguishing Feature : pick tails and yellow nail polish, Pierced ears/ In Doll Form he is made of shiny white Porcelain and painted features. Appraisers claim he isn't very valuable although no consistent reason can be found Height : 15 inches/ 1'3" in Doll form, 5' 5" in human form Build : Fragile, feminine
Name: Alex Wate Age: 24 Gender: m Race: human Personal Orientation: homosexual Occupation: Ex college student, works periodically as a waiter to cover the rent and basic needs, he is a member in a band Skills: Able to play the guitar and the piano although he doesn’t like admitting the second Talents: writing songs and music for them out of nowhere Personality: Alex is one of those quite looking guys with the hoodies and dark clothes. The ones people call emo and avoiding without really knowing the story of each guy. They mentally connect them to drugs and crimes but that’s not the case. Alex prefers to be alone..no..no..he doesn’t prefer it..he is *used* in being alone! He will appreciate it if someone talks to him, but due to how shy he is he will never do the first step. He tries to be independent but sometimes he wishes he had someone on his side to talk to..someone he could trust..when he was younger he had someone…but that someone only keeps him company silently..he now knows that Ira can’t really hear him. The band he belongs to has in total five members with him being the main singer…the other four guys are his only friends but…they don’t know anything about his past simply because he never opens up very easily…thing would be much more different if he really had something Flaw: alcoholic..yeah when life isn’t going well sometimes alcohol is his companion…although sometimes it isn’t enough to stop the pain so a razor seems more appropriate Redeeming Feature: Will always listen to other’s problems and doesn’t really likes much tension..he tries to keep a calm atmosphere around him even if inside him is ruled by chaos and pain Likes: candy, his guitar, his Ira, being with someone he won’t feel uncomfortable with Dislikes: overcrowded places, an inner pain, failing… Background: Alex grew up in a rather strict type of family. His parents had the impression that children were supposed to be controlled and not loved, so a young buy at his childhood was supposed to be following a set of rules….well, not actually…his mother was breaking one of the rules, which was no useless things in the house by having a doll collection which Alex loved to watch. A blonde doll was always catching his interest until his mother gave it to him..after all it wasn’t as valuable as the rest.
Since that day, Ira, the doll, and Alex were close friends..you would never see Alex alone without his best friend. He used to tell him everything, from how mean his dad was to him to the new hideout he had found in the hole of a tree! If Ira was real he would know everything about the young boy.
Upon growing Alex stopped talking to his doll as much as he used to and by the time he became 15 he had stopped completely, both imagining him like a real man and seeking for an advice from him or just talking. However something else had changed in his life as well…he was now a teenager. A teenager who knew what he wanted, which of the both gender he preferred, what type of clothes he wanted to wear, but he was trying to hide it and kept hiding his true self behind the buttoned shirts, the ties and the formal clothes his father made him wear…until his 18th birthday. That day the big explosion came..the boy had now become a man who wanted to live his life. He had a fight with his father , told him he liked guys, told him he loved rock instead traditional songs and opera his father so much loved. He told him he didn’t want to look like an outcaste anymore, since people in high school were always thought of him as “the lonely geek” and that was something he never liked. His father that day beat him harder than he used to. Alex ended up getting a stinch on his forehead, a few bruises and a broken wrist. He had enough
Within a week he had packed everything and was now ready to leave. He took all the money he had saved from university and left , ready to start a new life! Ready to prove his father he wasn’t a loser but a man capable of making his life…of course Ira was wrapped safely in one of his new bought clothes so he would be comfortable and safe by the time he would reach his new home. He found a small apartment which had three rooms in total, a small bedroom with a double bed which was taking most of the space, a small kitchen and a bathroom. It was at the second floor of a building with a kind old lady staying below. She now is a second mother to Alex even if their relationship is still formal..a smile here and there, a “goodmorning’ and a “how are you” are their only daily chat except the times where the old lady asks him to help her move a heavy furniture so she could clean
His life though wasn’t as he expected…his money was not enough to afford college and the rent so he had to drop the second and work as a waiter to at least cover the rent and food. Once again he feels like a failure. He is now thinking of quitting the band too. The big burst , the second big one of his life came where he left the college and brought his stuff from his locker home. He loved college..he wished he could continue..that night he sat on his bed releasing himself into sobs..he had power to do nothing anymore…the money was not enough, the lady needed it so he would probably be kicked out of the house as well and the band wasn’t going well as they were currently fight in between them, plus he was thinking he was going insane. He was seeing threats everywhere and sometimes he was catching himself fearing of simple people..like a stranger in the street or a customer in the cafeteria he worked at. He got up and got the cheap yet full of an alcoholic drink in his closet and started drinking. His eyes fell on Ira next to his desk and for once he told him everything..what FAILURE he think he is, how his life is horrible, how he doesn’t want to go back home….he didn’t realize it but when he got up from the desk the bottle was empty..it wasn’t enough..he was feeling a pain in his heart…the razor..where was the razor? Another cut would help. He got up but he had no longer the power to go to get it. He collapsed in the bed not really passing out but not really thinking anymore either. The only thing he could do was breathe..he didn’t even realized Ira coming to life LOOKS Hair: dark Eyes: blue
* ~ ~ * How many years had he been like this? Ira didn’t remember. Time seemed to blend in all to one long continuous string of nothingness, especially when he was pretending to not be alive. Just sitting and smiling upon a shelf someplace was the worst kind of depression because sometimes he really did forget that he was real, that life was at his fingertips. The moments that he had come up from that distant place where Ira slept were usually in Alex’s presence. It hurt so much to look at him all grown up, so close and yet he might as well be a million years away because of this body his soul was trapped in, cursed to love and only be loved in turn as a toy destined to be forgotten by his loved ones because only children loved dolls and they had to grow up some time….
It was one thing to watch from a distance as Alex became a man of his own creation, admiring his persistence in the face of so much strife, loving him through the music he made that needed just a little more practice; one thing to wait until he was out of the house or asleep to move and clean up after him or cut his hair. Alex hadn’t needed to go to a barbershop in years, Ira made sure of that. Even when his mother used to cut his hair, Ira would come in behind her and trim it up so it didn’t look quite as amateur as that woman’s skills were. However it was altogether another thing to do what he’d done last night. This was so wrong and yet it had made him so happy to lay with his distant love, to breathe again and hold this person that meant so much to him. Ira had spent over a decade sleeping, he didn’t dare waste a moment of this treasured time on sleep. He’d spent the whole night memorizing the beats of Alex’s heart, tracing his skin as his love slept. How was he supposed to give this up in a few hours? Ira cried huge tears to the window where the light threatened their time together. He cursed the sun and begged that the day would stop so this wouldn’t have to end. He didn’t need water or food anymore but his throat was tight and scratchy from the emotions choking him. He’d prefer it if Alex slept forever than wake up and despise Ira for the freakish thing that his enchantment had made of him. What if Alex was terrified of him? Oh, the worry felt like Ira’s skin was cracking. OH, what if he hated Ira so much for this that he threw him out? Ira couldn’t live in the garbage! There were so many ways this could go bad and any chance of it ending good was very thin. For now, he would just make himself sick with sadness and stay by Alex’s side because that was what he asked for in his drunken state the night before. Ira had gotten him to not cut himself this time with the distraction of physical love but that wasn’t going to hide the soreness in the other’s rump from what had happened. Ira snuggled up tight on Alex’s side and waited for him to wake, expecting him to flip out that his favorite toy from boyhood had become human and …did things to him while he was drunk and emotional. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen. The best he could do was hope that everything would turnout alright….
...I will be right here waiting for you
Irina96
Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 3:20 am
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(nice layout! i wish i could make them too lol ^^" )
Alex had a tough time these days. Dropping college that day was something unbearable to him...as if his last bit of hope fell and crushed into a million tiny pieces and turned into dust. He couldn't afford it anymore..he was barely affording the rent, but this time things were even more difficult as he was in danger of losing his apartment as well despite its small size...where would he go next? he didn't want to go back to his parents. He had swore to himself to never go back to live with them, but the image of him sleeping into a paperbox near a trashcan after he had just fought with wild dogs for it, was popping into his mind all the time, again and again, increasing his sorrow. By the time he had got home he had only one hitting in his mind...to ease the pain. At first he tried drinking..and in the middle of the bottle he had already started speaking to a toy of his childhood, which, even if he was a man now was still his favorite and into his heart...he would never be able to let go of his Ira. He liked him when he was younger and was thinking he seemed lonely as he was standing between other dolls and he was enchanted when he got him for his..he still believed it would seem as betrayal to throw him in a garbage can...or even give him to another kid..no one would be able to take care of him as much as he did.
Alex didn't know when he felt asleep last night. The last thing he could remember was that great pain and the last drop of the bottle on his already sore tongue..then everything was blank..oh no..not everything..he could remember a warmth too and some relief of the pain...but he didn't know what that was. When he started that morning getting his consciousness, he could sense something was not right. He kept his eyes closed as he knew he would be dizzy as hell and would probably end up throw up but then he noticed something else too. Something was trapping him. A weight on his back and another weight on his chest was keeping him there. Alex was always sleeping on his side so this was quite ...strange...and then again..he could feel his rump sore..what had happened? he was never the kind of self pervert type of guy. Opening his eyes he glanced upwards mostly to see the amount of sunlight on his ceiling which helped him find out what time it was but instead all he saw was a blond head above him...and...pigtails?
He immediately rolled to his side grabbing a knife from below the bed which he mostly used to cut himself with the tip that defense and pulled the blanket with him to hide his nudity as he had realized he was feeling way too cold and free to be wearing his sweatpants and sweatshirt that he used for sleeping. However, his hangover wouldn't allow him do what he wanted so he ended up hitting the side of his forehead on the corner on the nightstand which made him groan and use his free hand to press the blanket against him. He looked at the nude guy on his bed as well and extended the knife towards him threateningly "who are you? what are you doing in my bed?"he growled at him observing him over...and that observation was what made him gasp in shock. Those familiar blond pigtails, the body type...the cyan eyes, the piercing on the ears..he unwillingly glanced on the shelf next to his desk...his Ira was gone! GONE! and now this guy was looking amazingly like him "who are you?"he repeated but this time his voice was not threating but...scared? He couldn't understand...he would have thought he was still sleeping but his forehead hurt too much to let him think of that..that would leave a mark but right now he was the one feeling threatened...who was that guy in his room? how did he get in...and where was his Ira...and another question that popped in his mind right now "what did you do to me?" which he said out loud finally connecting his soreness, their nudity and the guy together
* ~ ~ * Here it came, Ira felt Alex stir in his arms. Cradle as he might he couldn’t stop this, It’ll be okay. He’ll be alright, he’s not like the others… Ira was convincing himself so he could put on that face for Alex. This had been about his pain not Ira’s, tears weren’t allowed right now. He had to be strong for his owner so that he could start to take some of that stress of his shoulders. Granted that was easier in theory as it was in action when held at knife point. Ira snuggled down a little farther in the sheets as the questions were asked. Ira had always been a talkative person but right now with everything straining on his throat and the long years of silence it took a moment of floundering under Alex’s recognition for him to remember how to make sound much less articulate words. His skinny legs curled, even if he was able to speak what could he say that wouldn’t sound insane?! He didn’t even accept it himself at first and he was the one that become the doll!
Each question and the terror in Alex’s eyes was far sharper and reached deeper than that hunter’s knife. No getting around it and he’d already decided not to cry anymore, so he tried, “I did to you what you were going it to do to me but such would seem that too much alcohol is bad for your twig and twin berries.” There it was, like riding a bicycle, he made the situation lighter than it was with a well-timed joke just like he used to when Alex was little and his father had ruined their playtime. He forced a little smile and pushed up onto his hip from his slender hands, “You invited me to bed with you last night under complete consent remember? As for who I am…I think you’ve figured that out by now.”
Ira pointed to the little pile of black and white lace doll clothes in the floor at the foot of the bed. That was the outfit Alex had last dressed the Doll with, he would have a tough time redirecting this to something that it wasn’t with that information. Who would steal a doll, strip it of the clothes that were probably worth more money than the doll itself, and rape the owner? It made no sense and that was saying something when it was more believable that the doll came to life and molested his owner.
Some would call it a bold motion but what he did next was just Ira’s defense strategy kicking in. While Alex was wrapping his mind around the clothes on the floor, Ira ran a delicate finger along the blade pointed at him and took Alex by the weapon hand to scoot closer. He brushed Alex’s cheek with his nose and a silent hum in his smile, cooing at him, “I’ve been with you the whole time. Can you honestly say you’ve never felt me watching you in all these years?”
...I will be right here waiting for you
Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 5:57 am
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Alex knew already that the guy's words were true. Yes he had recognized him already..but that joke he made, no matter how much Ira believed worked had exactly the opposite effect on Alex. He had been ravished in his own bedroom, things were serious, his head heart, he was dizzy from last night, yet, the other sounded so playful and light that he never thought his favorite doll could be him. He had always imagined Ira being more..snuggly than the guy right now..but still...wasn't that guy snuggling him the whole night?Even the first thing that he saw when he woke up which was nothing else but Ira's head and his eyes staring at him , which meant he had been already awake and was just..snuggling him close. He knew he had believed the words already..or else why would he call the man "Ira" in his mind if he hand't believed it was him? And yes..he did remember wishing that Ira would be real and would lay with him that night to keep the pain away as he managed to do when he was a kid and he had trouble either at school or at home...a hug, a night's sleep and Alex was better the day after.
He looked at the pile of cloth recognizing the outfit. Indeed these were the clothes he had last dressed Ira first which was the only pair of clothes he had now for him. As a kid he had more but he ended up only using this s Ira seemed more aristocratic that way...well the clothes were a bit different..they seemed larger..but..that wasn't making much sense..who could make as large clothes as these? it would cost a fortune! So the only real explanation was one...the one Alex had thought since the very beginning. That the guy laying on his bed was indeed his favorite doll who came to life to fulfill his wish...or ..he just grabbed the chance to show the guy his true self, which was not the one of the doll.
He was lost in his thoughts when Ira pulled him closer making him stumble and if the guy hadn't supported him to rub his nose against him he would surely have fell on the bed on his face and would probably hit his nose on Ira's leg...thankfully the other prevented all these. Upon hearing Ira's cooing words a light shiver ran through his spine..oh yes..he had this feeling quite many times...maybe that was what made the doll Alex's favorite toy for many years until today. The guy looked up at him to meet these eyes again and spoke again "prove it then...tell me something about me that only my doll would know...my Ira..something that not even my parents knew..."he said to the guy..that was it ..if Ira managed to find something then Alex would believe him...and boy he would have a ton of things to ask..
The knife was now limp in his hand...soon it was dropped onto the ground as he was almost sure that this guy *was* his Ira and would find the answer to the question he had made. It wouldn't be too hard to find something as Alex as a boy was the most part of the time he spent at home locked into his room , studying, playing with Ira or simply avoiding his parents..maybe the other could describe the first time himself...that was something no one knew...not even a stranger..he was wearing long sleeved shirts until it was gone and weeks passed before he had a cut again..that first time was in presence of his beloved doll..if he was Ira...he would know.
* ~ ~ * Something only he would know about Alex? That was a simple enough order, it wasn’t like he shared much with anyone else after all. Still so close up against him, Ira moved a hand to his face and bit the knuckle of his index finger while he thought; another mannerisum Alex might recognize from the imaginary Ira from his early childhood. Such was a detail that wasn’t even touched on in speaking of Ira, it was just a thing he did when he was thinking a detail too small for conversation! If he wasn’t Ira himself how would he know about that?
Think he did, for something rather intimate that was such weighty subject he couldn’t have told anyone but him about. Maybe even something he didn’t have to tell Ira about, just something he picked up around the boy. Oh, there was the perfect one, “Cody Baker.” Ira looked back at him with a mischievous smirk. “You remember him, he used to pick on you like that was his job and your dad paid him. He followed us home one day after school and kissed you behind that big tree in the yard. He told you he’d break off my limbs and hang me from the flag pole if you ever told a soul about it. He turned into your first crush and one of the big reasons you started cutting.”
He gave Alex a second to process that nugget and verify it, remembering that adorable looking blush Alex used to get when he was thinking of Cody. It was so hard not reach out and pinch his cheeks when he was like that. The memory made him grin, “So do I pass?”
...I will be right here waiting for you
Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 1:05 pm
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aww your pancakes will be fine! smile
Alex waited to hear Ira's reply. Another thing , a minor one as well, though, made him realize that maybe that question wasn't really necessary. Ira had bit down on his knuckle, thing that he could remember Ira doing when he was little and was asking for his advice on matters, or simply when he was trying to find a new game to play with him. He looked at the guy observing him. His pigtails were cute, cuter than his doll form...and there was something about him he liked but couldn't quite put his finger onto that...he couldn't even believe his imaginary friend, his doll was now in front of him talking and moving, being alive , like he had asked last night...maybe that was temporally ..maybe ira would become a doll soon again...he didn't dare to ask that but he lightly bit his button lip and dropped his gaze on the ground avoiding to look at Ira..a movement he made only when he was worried about something but didn't want to admit it.
He raised his gaze once the other started speaking. His eyes widened lightly at the name he was referred to indeed rung a bell...oh that guy..yes he had a crush on him and took him two years to fully get over him. Right now, his name was as unimportant to Alex as the previous day's weather...he didn't give a single damn about that! However, that cute blush Ira loved so much appeared and that because the other was embarrassed Ira chose to share that specific memory to prove his Id...but one the other hand...it was the most accurate as well! Who else would have known about that? The yard was empty, that guy in front of him definitely was not Cody Baker, plus he knew it was one of the reasons he was cutting...no one knew about his cutting but himself...and Ira and since he knew Cody was a reason there was no doubt!
He supported himself upwards to look at Ira almost having forgotten of his head and dizziness which was now gone from the tension he was feeling and looked at the guy as if it was the first time he *truly* observed him. He reached and touched his cheek, his eyes, his nose, his lips and made his way to the pigtail...trying to figure out he wasn't his own imagination playing tricks on him "how? how did you become alive? it's impossible! i needed you int he past too..but you weren't getting alive? why now?"he asked while he resisted the urge to drop into the other's hug and simply stay there for the rest of the day
* ~ ~ * Ira leaned into the hand that investigated his face. He was so relieved that Alex was accepting him, maybe, rather than turning him away like he was so worried would happen, that a tear escaped onto Alex’s thumb as it passed over his closed eye, breathing on the fingers from his nose and kissing them as they paused on his lip. This felt nice but some alarm was sounding off in the back of his mind. He was running out of time!
“That’s a little difficult to explain…it’s mostly a lot of old magic and this witch involved-a really long story actual-” and there it was, his time was up. The air cracked and the human body Alex was caressing imploded in a cloud of glitter that dissolved when it touched something. For the moment Ira was gone, disappeared for all that could be seen. It might have freaked Alex out when a small something under the covers sat up. “Well, shouldda saw that coming,” a squeaky “chipmunk” voice like someone had been huffing helium sighed. The lump under the covers then started to flail like it was stuck, “Which is the way out, I got turned around!”
If Alex so chose to search the covers for what was talking to him, he’d find Ira again. Still naked but this time he looked much more like the doll that he was, his true form now. He had joints and limb segments just like a little puppet. His hair was real, being snipping’s of his real hair from when he was cursed, just stitched into his little porcelain head. His face was staining into the baked fine clay but still somehow moved with his expressions. With no clothes on and not atomically correct the doll aspect of Ira’s little body was blaringly obvious. Ira winced and rubbed his head, “I guess you could think of it as a reverse “Pinocchio”…does it freak you out?”
If Alex could get past this not being possible by the current understandings of how the world was, the whole “magic doesn’t exist” “chucky is just a movie” thing, having a walking talking doll in front of him was undoubtedly the cutest thing he’d ever seen…it trumped sneezing puppies! “Maybe you could get my clothes for me? They should have gone back to regular size since I did too.”
...I will be right here waiting for you
Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 1:08 am
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will this do?yum_pie
Alex quickly captured the tear that slipped away from Ira not wanting to see him crying like that..even if that proved he was real and not just a big sized doll. The guy looked up as Ira started speaking again, but freaked out when the sentence was cut in the middle and all he was touching now was thin air with something like glitter. He freaked out. Where did Ira go? Was he gone? forever? was it only once he could become human and then he would be gone forever? was Alex's fault for that for asking for him last night? was he the one to blame? His hand dropped onto the sheets and it fell a few inches away from Ira. He was shocked..he was starting to get used to Ira as a human..he liked him in fact...but..now..he was gone! He was about to start tearing up again when he saw something moving underneath.
He widened his eyes when he saw that small bulge moving and a tiny little cute voice yelling a bit for the way out. Alex quickly moved the sheets away..and there he was! A doll with those cute pigtails. He helped him get up gently and looked at him leaning down so Ira wouldn't freak out by his size and observed him "no it doesn't freak me out! you re very cute that way...even the voice"he said smiling and tickled Ira's chin with his finger "i definitely want to hug you and snuggle you right now...although...you are not..*whole* as you are in your human form are you?"he teased him for his incomplete body and then stroked his head some "those pigtails...they are always perfect..how are they perfect even if you just got up from bed?"he asked him being jealous now..his hair needed comping..and even if it was longer than Ira's he couldn't remember the doll with no perfect pigtails.
At the request for the clothes the guy got up and went towards the pile of clothes he had found before..only that now they were ira's normally sized clothes and fetched them to the guy helping him get dressed in the process "are you always a talking doll? or will there be moments when you will have to be like you use to?"he asked avoiding the word lifeless. He liked Ira the way he was now..and as a human, but after experiencing this , he couldn't imagine Ira would be like before again. He got up going in his closet to get some clothes as well then he thoughts of something and squeaked turning to Ira! You pervert! Were you at least closing your eyes when i was undressed or not?"he asked him. The whole view would be rather comical..the only thing alex could think of now wasn't the talking doll but the chances that this doll would have watched him in..private moments
* ~ ~ * “You’re just sayin’ that,” Ira swatted his hands away at the compliments, feigning modesty with a bashful recoil of his arms to his sides, hands on his face but obviously wanting him to say something else how adorable he was as a doll. He got exactly what he was badly pretending not to want when Alex petted his head asking about his hair, “Oh that’s right! I never told you did I? That’s because I…”
Right it went back to him having to explain how he was once human, obviously a rather bad one to have ended up like this. Alex had taken this very well so far but maybe dropping the fact that he was technically a ghost haunting the body of a true doll, used to have a full life of his own in the hay-days of Alex’s Grandpappi with a job and loved ones, it might all just be a bit too much to take all at once. Maybe he’d spill a few more beans tomorrow. “…I’m just that awesome,” He smiled like nothing was ever wrong and never would be as he began to put his little doll’s outfit back on himself. It had taken a long time to get used to the delicate porcelain body that didn’t quite bend the way he wanted it to. The mere action of flexing his feet to put on pants took concentration because he hadn’t been given joints there. Fingers were another pain he never would have appreciated like he did now if it hadn’t been for this, moving each digit simultaneously, each with their own job to do just to perform the simplest of tasks like buttons took so much more concentration now. Concentration so deep that he missed Alex’s question about whether or not he’d lose mobility again, aware that he had spoken but without clues to what was said, “Hmm? I didn’t catch that.”
It didn’t matter what he’d said because Alex had a new topic hot on the mind. It took a moment for the actual acquisition to sink in for Ira who had just had all his brainpower focused on buttoning his coat. His first assumption was a little off, “It was sort of hard to look away when you’re pumping away in front of me…OH! Well I guess my answer still stands, I did my best to respect your innocence but I could only do so much Alex.”
