Donnaโs words surprised Heisenberg, so much so that he lifted a brow as his head whipped around to face her, his grey hues taking in the sight of the womanโs form - torn between curiosity, a hint of disbelief and astonishment. The coil was hardly noticed, bouncing for one, two, three times before its movements slowed, the piece of metal rolling around for a second before it fell another time - out of sight, out of mind as it collided with the floor and disappeared into one of the many corners of this room.
Silence stretched between the two Lords - the steady hum of the engineerโs factory the only sound cutting through the thick air surrounding them, until more words were spoken with a certain, important weight to them.
Donโt lie to me, sheโd said.
Something inside Karlโs mind started to chuckle, amused about the puppetmaster being this bold and brave at the same time. Yet his expression stayed blank, with that hint of surprise still lingering as he contemplated the situation as a whole, the question followed by a demand that could be taken in many possible ways.
Happy?
None of them were truly happy, all of them had been forced into their position, to be part of that shithole of a Village, simply because of Mirandaโs pathetic existence. Because of what she thought was the most important thing, even more so than the lifes of other people, willing to sacrifice whatever she could grasp with her blood-soaked digits, not even blinking once in the whole process.
Only after the Lordโs thoughts had wandered for a few solid minutes he finally allowed himself to grin, his lips stretching as the corners of his mouth curled up, pearly white teeth standing in stark contrast to his skin - even with the room being barely lit, just enough to have him see whatever he needed to see (even while wearing his shades).
โWeโre not supposed to be happy, my dear.โ Karl lifted his chin as his gaze continued to rest on Donnaโs face, hidden behind the dark of his lenses. His gloved hands moved, then, gesturing at the whole of everything and nothing at the same time.
โJust satisfied enough to keep goinโ with all of this. โBe good, be obedient. Sacrificinโ our lives for a good cause, right?โ
Everything for the one and only self-proclaimed goddess, that bitch who called herself a mother.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย donna herself wasnโt happy , that was glaringly obvious to anyone who interacted with the dollmaker -- of course , she masked it well enough when the need arose , tried her best to keep emotions to herself && disallow anyone the chance to know how terrible of a place her mind truly was . gaze lingers upon her BROTHERย for a moment longer , her own bravery at even having asked such a thing ; something that could quite easily go the wrong way , land her in very hot water without the chance of SURVIVALย . a betrayal of a woman who called herself motherย , but was little more than a warden . donna swallowed hard , dropping her gaze to her fingers where they splay against his table , short nails curling against the bench as she remains silent , poised as best a woman in her position could be .
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โ && are you ?ย โย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย a loft of her brow as head raises , lips pulled tight into a frown as she tries to read him -- but he is as unreadable as ever , && donna finds herself sinking , drawing back into herself at the FEAR that she had spoken out of turn && was about to find herself dug into a deep hole .ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โ satisfied ? karl , are you satisfied with what we have been ... givenย ?ย โย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย further speech falls from bare lips , && donna cannot quite seem to find her footing , the only thing keeping her upright was a sense of RECKLESSNESSย that came from the knowledge that if all turned sour , she would finally be released from a life she could no longer believe in ; deathย would be better than living this way .
ย ย ย ย ย ย โ i no longer think i am .ย โย ย ย ย ย ย ย quiet confession made as she holds his gaze , swearing that he could hear the staccato beat of her broken heart . for her , it no longer mattered -- live or die , it was all quite the same . nothing && no one to hold && tether her here , this village full of naught but ghosts of a life she once lived , memories burning in the night when the shadows crept in , && the moaning of an old house reminded her of the solitude she had build around herself . MOTHERย had taken what remained of donna beneviento && cast it into the waters behind her home , leaving her a shell ... a huskย ; NOT A SUITABLE VESSELย . were they that not the hissed words within her ear as she had struggled to grasp sanity ? when life fell away && handed her back nothing more than a darkness that was so insidiousย && never ending ; shattering already fragile confidence within a broken woman .
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย nimble digits smooth out against the work bench , fingertips drumming a rhythm in time with the ticking of her thoughts --- her admission hangs between them , a thread to be cut , && donna knew she would not grasp for safety if she were to fall .