Jau's dolls

He picks up the phone, adjusts the angle, and steps back to check the frame.

August is visible in the screen’s preview: arms crossed, one hip cocked, expression approaching clinical. The wind blows his hair and leaves rustle behind him.

“From the top,” Cas says.

“That’s my line.”

“I’m saying it.”

August uncrosses his arms.

The song starts — that glassy, weightless drop — and for approximately two seconds they are both doing the right thing at the right time, arms rising in loose unison, weight shifting.

Then Cas misses a beat, *barely*, and August throws his arms in the air in frustration.

“*Pay attention*,” August says, snapping to the beat. “It’s five, six, seven, eight.” He demonstrates the moves.

Cas glares. He knows the moves.

He goes back to the phone. Resets. August watches him with the particular quality of silence that means he is composing a sentence he will not say out loud. The song queues up again, the little countdown ticking in the corner of the screen.

“Don’t fuck up this time,” August says.

“You don’t fuck up this time,” Cas hisses. He elbows him.

August slaps him back just before the song drops.

This time Cas gets through the arm sequence clean, pulls off the freeze with his whole chest, chin lifted, like he knows exactly how good he looks frozen mid-motion.

August glances over — involuntary, half a second — and misses his cue entirely.

Cas grins. “You—“

“Shut up.”

“You looked at me,” he finishes, triumphant and stubborn.

“I’m aware.”

Cas is already grinning, which is the worst possible thing he could be doing. August turns back to the phone. The preview shows both of them: Cas still in the pose, still pleased with himself, and August beside him with an expression that could charitably be described as actively suppressing something.

“Again,” August says, not looking at him.

I've seen the photos of this fullset a few times and I always thought that he reminded me of Snufkin. So when a friend sold theirs, I went with it. For a while I kept calling him Snufkin, which isn't a good idea, because joke names tend to stick. I'm glad I could find a different name though.

He's my wandering apothecary, collecting herbs and other remedies. And one day™ I'll finish his suitcase with bottles and stuff, too.

I sometimes think about redoing hiss face, because I'm not so happy about how the beard turned out, but that's a general problem with painted on beards lol. He does have a babyface though, so I tried to give him SOMETHING that makes him look a bit more mature ^^'

Somewhere along the way he found a little wolf pup and nursed it back to health. I'm still undecided on whether he would give the wolf a name, or just actually call it "wolf" of "pup"...

Don't they look like they're plotting something?

It's interesting to see them next to each other. New moe seems to be a bit smaller? I need to have a closer look at that.

V2 Eva looks a bit younger again, and also a tiny bit boy-ish, I think? She didn't get the darker eyeliner, to emphasise the white lashes look, but I guess it makes her eyes look more narrow?