“Okay Oliver...what’s her name?” Kaik said pointing to the doll in question. “A-r-ya?” Oliver responded. Pleased with Oliver’s progress he gave the doll a pat on the head while Arya watched wondering why her name was called. A quiet yawn comes from as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. It was early morning but more than that it was the day he promised to deliver his gift, at the very thought he looked over to a chair where Iris sat. I should get there early. That would be very adult like...I think...bringing Iris as she is now would attract some attention though…considering she doesn’t have any clothes yet...hmm...would it be weird to just carry her? It might be better than just having her walk by herself… He got both Oliver and Arya dressed still contemplating his decision.
Once again little Lina was left to take of the house as her master carried Iris on his back toward the meeting place. This scene did not go unnoticed as people either ignored him or gave him questioning looks. As timid as he usually was he felt nothing but determination for fulfilling his promise.
He arrived to the exact same place Cassia had once threatened to take his life, he could not help but chuckle at how calm he handled the situation. Perhaps it was all due to what had happened a short time before he met her, the death of the two strangers had left its mark on him as he imagined Ellen crying over and over again. Looking over his surroundings he could not see Cassia or her blue dress in sight. Guess I arrived a bit too early. Arya and Oliver took their respectives spots by their master while Iris was allowed to stand to the left of the bench. Kaik struggled to keep his eyes open as the work at the studio was finally getting to him, not only that but the constant tinkerings of his dolls day and night did not help the fatigue.
After some time he finally lost as he fell into the blackness.
He dreamt of many things, of course it usually dealt with Ellen. One dream in particular was what woke him. It seemed more like a memory as he remembered the night he killed those two men, even if he did not kill one of them himself it still was on his order. He could see Ellen crying as she saw the blood dripping from his hands. The words slipped from him as he woke with tears in his eyes, “Don’t cry...Ellen!”
Once again little Lina was left to take of the house as her master carried Iris on his back toward the meeting place. This scene did not go unnoticed as people either ignored him or gave him questioning looks. As timid as he usually was he felt nothing but determination for fulfilling his promise.
He arrived to the exact same place Cassia had once threatened to take his life, he could not help but chuckle at how calm he handled the situation. Perhaps it was all due to what had happened a short time before he met her, the death of the two strangers had left its mark on him as he imagined Ellen crying over and over again. Looking over his surroundings he could not see Cassia or her blue dress in sight. Guess I arrived a bit too early. Arya and Oliver took their respectives spots by their master while Iris was allowed to stand to the left of the bench. Kaik struggled to keep his eyes open as the work at the studio was finally getting to him, not only that but the constant tinkerings of his dolls day and night did not help the fatigue.
After some time he finally lost as he fell into the blackness.
He dreamt of many things, of course it usually dealt with Ellen. One dream in particular was what woke him. It seemed more like a memory as he remembered the night he killed those two men, even if he did not kill one of them himself it still was on his order. He could see Ellen crying as she saw the blood dripping from his hands. The words slipped from him as he woke with tears in his eyes, “Don’t cry...Ellen!”
