How do you think the Dolls would react to meeting bigfatbreak's "Blasphemous" Kwamii's? Or any of their other Au's?
Well I already did a take on Dolls in @bigfatbreakâs Villain Dad AU, but for this oneâŚ
They observed the small being, considering.
âThe little sage holds the power to create vessels for godsâŚbut you arenât gods, are you? You are something else.â
Iâm baby! Chaton expressed proudly, as if that explained it. And perhaps that was enough explanation.
Chaton was similarly observing the new visitor.
New thing was big. Very big!
Friend? Chaton wondered, staring up at them in curiosity. Friend Inside? Not Friend Inside?
âI am and yet I am not like the kwamis you know.â Imago explained.
Chaton nodded. That made sense! The big one was similar yet different. Bigâmuch bigger than the Friends Inside. And felt samey but not.
Not Friend Inside? Friend Not Inside?
âI can be a friend, though I am not âinsideâ, as you say.â
Chaton beamed and held up a cookie.
âAh. Thank you, how kind.â
Imago carefully took the cookie.
âFriend, indeed. I rather like that idea.â
It was rather unusual for them to receive gifts. They werenât sure how they felt.
It was a new, rather warm sort of feeling.
Imago was used to tests. To judgement and evaluation. The previous sage had him and the others perform constantly with a variety of trials. He was hard and strict, insisting on rules only they seemed required to follow and expectations of constant deference to him. When they were allowed to speak to him. How to speak to him. Giving them tests and trials and tasks to complete to prove that they are worthy.
Always being tested. Always being judged.
And alwaysâALWAYS somehow lacking.
These new tests were not pleasantâŚ
âŚbut they were nothing in comparison.
Not hurt? The red doll questioned, suspicious.
Do not hurt? She asked once more.
Will not hurt? She pressed.
They raised one hand and covered where their heart would be with the other. âI have not, do not, and will not intend to hurt the little sage or your loved ones.â
The doll tilted her head, assessing them cautiously.
Then she lifted her hand up to them.
Ah. It wasnât a test so much as reassurance she was seeking. They could understand the feeling. It was what they and the others had so desperately sought in the past as they jumped through the various hoops the previous sage demanded of them in the desperate hope of being chosen to be given form and join this world.
They held her hand in their own.
âI promise, little one. I will not harm you or yours.â
Then she gestured them to come closer.
Curious, they lowered their head.
The little one reached behind her and pulled outâ
It was a ring of flowers! Which she gently placed on their head.
âAh.â They didnât quite know what to say to that.
âThank you, little one.â
She smiled and nodded. Then she gave their nose a gentle pat before walking away to rejoin her father.
Imago brought a finger to theâŚâflower crownâ, was it called? The petals were soft and silky. And the crown felt so fragile they were almost afraid to touch it.
âIt seems I shall have more happy memories.â They mused with a smile.
