#beneviiento

“So, mother Miranda’s now trying to get a fucking baby to use for her bullshit, huh?” Heisenberg’s own morals surely weren’t clean, he’d done things other’s nightmares were made of, but still. There was a line somewhere, and that crazy fucking bitch was definitely crossing it with her sick ideas.

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"You are really hard to find, you know that right?"

The small smile that curves beneath his nose feels foreign to him. Weird, out of place, since he never could have expected being in something of a civil standing with a person involved in the village incident. And yet here he is, groaning as his body eases down to sit on a park bench alongside the puppet master herself. The memories of that house come fresh to his mind but he tries his best to swallow them down. Unwilling to live through that hell again so long as he can help it.

"Rose keeps finding the dolls. She cries when we won't let her keep one." Punctuated with a chuckle; it's a little weird to be spied on, in his opinion -- but Donna's certainly not the only person keeping tabs on his family, and hasn't expressed any ill intent thus far. "When she found out I knew who was sending them, she asked me if you'd make one just for her."

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@beneviiento​​ asked;

"you stabbed me!"

            Every inch of the father SHOOK, as bloodied scissors rested CRUDELY  in his iron grip. The light dripping of blood was the only sound for a moment. Donna’s blood, falling from the fathers ONLY weapon. Ethan’s mouth opened, but all words sat HIDDEN in his throat. Watching as the HALLUCINATIONS of Donna’s world faded away, leaving only the puppet master with a GAPING hole in his shoulder. 

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They're actually a fashion accessoire. While surely not very modern anymore in current times, he still likes the kinda oldschool look of them, that bit of Steampunk-vibe they have going on. Because the glasses are tinted, they also work very well in dimming down some bright lights inside his factory (for example: the fire from the furnaces) and help him see better during his work.

They also effectively hide Heisenberg's gaze in some situations, offering him a bit of a secure feeling while making him look a bit mysterious. It is a little odd, he's not an introvert and has no problem with holding eye contact, but since he still is a rather private man, he likes to shield himself off of certain situations - or from certain people (like Miranda).

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He had noticed her, lingering within his magnetic field, Donna’s gaze focussed on his form long before she’d even raised her voice into that soft whisper of hers. So it did not surprise Heisenberg that she was around, but more so the words she chose to adress him with.

Grief. A good way to describe what lay beneath his hard shell, and yet it did hit him that she spoke of it so freely, as if she could look right through him into the very depths of his existence. But chances were that Donna’s words originated from her own faith, her own feelings and emotions she hid behind her porcelain dolls.

“Too much of it.” His voice sounded as soft as hers - at least when compared to his usual demeanor - as the iron Lord looked over his shoulder to catch that lingering gaze with his dark lenses.