#scindeva

          "Three, I’m so sorry.” Urick, holding a detached Armisael head, ambles about the room,  looking at Three from behind his helmet with apologetic eyes, “I didn’t do it on purpose, I barely brushed against it and the head came right off.” Urick, looking at the detached head, tries to lighten up what he thought was a bad situation, “If I knew things were headed in this direction, I would have been more careful.” Some dry laughter follows, and then he clears his throat, “I mean it though Three, this was a huge accident. I’ll find some way to fix it, I-- ”

oh! it’s my favorite doll maker!

Destroy humanity, read a book, or nap? You get to pick anything but the last one, I called dibs on that one.

“It’s a wonder why they haven’t razed this place to the ground.” Watched over by the glass eyes of countless dolls, even secrets themselves found no solitude here. What an awful place. With a village knee-deep in sacrifices just beyond this swamp of horrors, Roche found little to love about it. "They’ve ought to,” he boldly declared to the one person he’d seen since coming here, “but I imagine something is holding them back.”

ragdolls on the floor.

❝ one i can hardly get over, so : HERE WE ARE. ❞   — @scindeva !

“This is taking way too long.”