#writiealexie

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(CW: Gore, loss of self)

Most people agree to pilot because they're required to, by necessity or by law. You agreed to pilot because of the rumours you've heard.

Of the cold familiarity of the cockpit.

Of the humming of machinery and gears slipping some into a trance.

Of the taste of blood with each kill.

Years of training just to see if these and more were true. You were dedicated, not to the cause - but the potential experience. The assigned frame was clearly worn by age, mismatched plating covering its internals from repair after repair. It was perfect.

It wasn't anything like the simulation chairs. They had all the same switches and levers and sticks and buttons... but this? When you took your first few steps in that metal heap, you could feel it. The rumbling of its body. The weight behind each step. The desire of carnage. 

You barely noticed the pinch at the back of your neck when they deployed you. You only felt a longing thirst. Something you haven't tasted in forever, but assumed you knew how to get. Something that it knew how to get. You could hear its instructions as you rushed forward.

[WARNING: UNIT V4MP-YR, YOU ARE ENTERING —]

You didn't care. You only cared for the whimpering mercenary kept within your hands. What used to be English sounded like a buzzing in your ear. Their cries for mercy from a familiar unit fell on deaf ears.

The only speech you understood was that of the machinery;

They are food.

You are hungry.

Eat.

You were starving.

You could hear their bones snap as your hand clasped around their body. You could taste the iron as they were turned to a fleshy paste. You practically let your tongue hang loose to catch it. You could feel it. Coating your body. Lubricating your limbs. It felt easier to move. Easier to kill. You were thirsty. Your metal arms slackened as you relaxed for the first time in a while. You could hear a panting timed perfectly with the pulsating of your core. A beautiful, needy, excited panting within your heart. Forget saving whoever those PMC bozos sent you to get.

You were going to feast...

And you were going to love it.

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That's one way to use moss.

So we've had a talk on stream about some kink and fetish stuff, and one hell of an idea was given to me. I need to write more, and this is such an odd but cute concept I can't not give it a shot.

Heads up for sorta portal play, weird masturbation materials, exhibitionism, and a dick-having but gender-ambiguous Reader POV alongside my own persona.

"In theory, as long as it's something that's come from my personal cultivation..." The Librarian of the Dawn's Reverie quietly mused to herself as you flipped through her notes. Again and again she's attempted to fully understand the body she's been gifted, though again and again it's left the both of you stumped. When one discovery is made, it only seemed to bring more questions with it.

Your finger traced over words you'll never understand, symbols that only made sense to the doll pacing a few feet away from the table you'd claimed. As you readjusted in your cushioned bench seat, you caught her approaching from your peripheral. Questionably porcelain hands spread across the pages in front of you, one rising shortly after.

"Hold out your hand." Her raised hand began to seep a black substance, almost the consistency of sap with the sheen of oil from the segments of her fingers. Despite your reluctance, you knew the Librarian would just push her impulsive ideas onto you if you didn't comply. A glob of moisture hit your palm, squirming against your skin as it shaped itself into a long and thin cylinder.

Quiet. She didn't say anything, she just looked at you expectedly. "And what do you want me to do with this?" You were the one to break the silence, taking the object between your fingers to give it a proper look. It was composed of whatever she called her moss, that much was obvious. Something that felt like moss, had a little bit of squish to it - but could cut your fingers if it was willed into a firmer shape. It had this slick coating over its surface, threatening to slide from your grip if you so much as looked at it wrong.

"Mess around with it. Pull on it. Bend it and cause tension on its surface, but work from top to bottom! See, I've got this new theory—" As she started blabbering on, she formed another rod from her opposite hand, the second being thicker and shorter. She didn't have to ask you to take it, knowing you would the second she held it out to you.

"— The moss in me basically acts as muscles and blood, so if I take it from certain places of my body, maybe if I focus enough, it'll feel like some sort of projection."

"So you're thinking if I mess with these, you'll feel it in what? Your wrist?"

"Specifically my right hand's middle finger and my left's thumb. Hence the difference in sizing. To uh, visualize."

Pinches. Pushes. Bends. Each little movement seemed to make those labeled fingers involuntarily follow the movement. Mimicking the ways you bent the test pieces to a limit. Even slightly replicating where each joint would be. The material began to soften over time, turning into a mess of squishy weirdly moist plant matter once the Librarian began chatting with another guest. You could still play with the mass of moss, and her fingers would still flicker and twitch. Just without purpose. Without certainty. Like her nonexistent nerves were being forcibly fired off.

That mass of plant whatever felt kind of nice against the skin. Soft, not too wet, weirdly warm... did the doll have any internal body heat?

"Hey, Alice." You try not to raise your voice too much, on account of being in a library. Her head turned to you briefly before sending her guest on their way, offering you her full attention again.

"I know, I felt it. Without giving it form, seems as if it just sends mimicked signals to whatever location it was pulled from..."

"So, we can say it's mimics the limbs you pull it from. But if you want exact translations,"

"I have to keep my full focus on it, yeah."

At the least, it was progress. But like every other discovery, it brought up another question. You must have had some expression of sudden enlightenment with how the Librarian gave her head a soft tilt. Your hand extended to offer the clump of her internal... organs? Blood? Flesh? Her innards. As grotesque as the thought was, the next made the mental image all the more unhinged.

"Hey. What if we have a little fun with it?" You lowered your voice further to avoid being heard by the others around the Library's floor, though she didn't seem to catch on instantly. Her hand came to take yours, the plant matter worming its way back into the spaces between her ball joints. You could feel it crawling along your palm, unnaturally smooth and with little traction.

"Fun with it? I could see it being a good sort of alert system, but I don't—" Her words met a pause as you took her hand, your eyes locked onto the painted hearts that replaced her pupils. The doll's hand flinched in a slight surprise before it relaxed again, fingers bending to return the hold.

"C'mon, do I have to spell it out? If you can feel what the moss feels, don't you think if it came from certain places it could be a lot more interesting to mess around with?"

The Librarian's eyes darted between yours, watching your gaze fall downward and towards her stomach. It was that shift in focus that made her hand cling to yours, a slow and long breath taken by the doll to avoid an outburst. She couldn't hid the red that took her face, or the sudden inability to look you in the eye.

"Oh! Oh. That's. You meant from there. There? I mean, if it could send the signals to my fingers, then..."

Her free hand came to cover her mouth, the impact making a muffled click, a series of the gentle taps sounding with an impatient finger.

When she spoke again, it was aimed only towards you as her thumb made a soft stroke against the ball of your palm. "Okay, fine. Fine. Only for the sake of science! Or magic! Or whatever we wanna call this! How uh. How should we do that though?"

"If it turns into a sort of semi-liquid when you're not focused on it, then we'll need a kind of container for it to cling to. And while it might be the last time I use it, I do have a stroker in my bag."

"Why do you have a stroker in your bag-." She hissed it through her teeth, shooting closer to you in a lean forward from across the table.

A shrug was your physical response. "I thought you'd keep me here overnight and you'd still be too busy."

Heaving out a sigh, The Librarian's head fell as her wings gave a few small flaps. With your hand still in hers, you could at the least give her a reassuring squeeze. Embarrassment was painted on her face, but it didn't stop her from slipping her hand from yours to walk around the table and take the seat next to you. With your backs to a wall, the bench kept some sense of comfort and the table would offer some semblance of protection. She always liked this little corner for a reason.

She began to clean up her paperwork, giving you the opportunity to fetch the catalyst for either the best or worst experience you'd both have. A subtle glance around ensured that no one would want to grab either of your attentions, your bag set between the two of you for easier access.

"Honestly, this has got to be one of the stupidest perverted ideas you've had." The Doll whispered against her finger, which had traveled between her teeth in anticipation. More likely the anticipation of her making a noise.

"You're the one saying yes to it." An easy comeback for you to make as you brought the toy to the opening of your bag, giving a gentle nod of your head towards it.

It was still oddly cute to watch her take the silicon toy and wrap her fingers around its form. The Librarian seemed to squirm in place as she slipped her thumb into the opening, her eyes darting between the toy and yourself. Not your face, but the slow action of you revealing yourself under the table. Even if she'd seen you naked before, she treated every time as if it was the first. Something that made her giddy with nerves and glee alike.

"Here - Okay, it uh... I transferred the material from... You better be gentle, if this is going to work like we think it'll work."

"I mean, I'll try. But you better be quiet." Your fingers pressed by the lips of the entrance to take a peak, and... well, it was kinda gross. You really shouldn't even be considering sticking your dick in that thing.

However, the sloshy plant matter that came from the Doll squirmed and flowed against the walls of the masturbation toy, tendrils of that inky substance sliding between the bumps and ridges designed for your pleasure. Deciding it best to test the theory first, your thumb slipped into the entrance to penetrate the plant matter. Maybe you could have been slower.

The Librarian's breath hitched as a squeal nearly slipped, her hand shooting open to properly cover her mouth as her hips jolted forward. You could already see her shaking, and shooting you a glare from over her hand. As your thumb made a slower push inward, her eyes closed and her body lurched over the top of the table.

"I think it works." You offered a gentle whisper as your thumb drew backwards, pushing and pulling against the entrance of the toy. You could feel the moss wrapping around your thumb, the ivy-like ropes softly dragging against your skin. Squeezing your thumb, and stroking the surface in a coiled grip.

"And I think you're trying really, really hard to focus on me." It was almost like she was trying to milk you as a form of revenge - the generally collected girl squirming and wriggling from such a simple touch.

"Shhh... it's way different than - than - fuck..."

"Than your insert? Feels a lot more personal, right?"

Her hand drifted between her legs, her head resting against the table to try and hide herself further. It couldn't hide her rolled up skirt, or the fingers rubbing at the outside of her purple lace panties. The small bow on the front bouncing each time her fingertips passes the fabric. The back and forth of your thumb was seemingly matched in pace.

Her lips remained parted as she tried to keep herself into acceptable volume, her free hand returning to her mouth to properly muffle herself. At least that way, you could hear the quiet moans that escaped. The deep breaths that tried to ease her. See the strands of drool already dribbling onto the table below. The Doll's feathers had splayed in a useless attempt to gain some control, but it just encouraged you to bring your fingers to the top of one.

Fingers gliding along the shape of the feathers, gently pushing upon the space... it was enough of a distraction that the insertion of your cock was all the more intense. She nearly hit the table as her legs kicked out, death in her eyes as she looked at the base touching the lips of the toy.

You could have sworn you saw a little bump in her stomach, twitching with each pulse of your length. Already she was wrapping around you entirely, the tendrils circling your cock and squeezing down with each pass. Rolling, grinding, wriggling, clinging. . . "You're starting to - to feel it too now, right?" She had to make her own little dig, but she was right. The attachment she'd usually connect for this sort of action wasn't much different than your toy. Fake flesh, weirdly lubricated on its own with whatever Library magic she had.

But this? You had the lips of the toy pressed to your crotch, and it felt as if she was riding you in one of the most awkward positions ever. Up, and back down - over and over again, making the quietest of wet noises to match. What little smug smile she gained immediately turned into her hiding within her arm the second you moved the toy on your own. Her teeth clamped onto her arm as another glare was shot your way, eyes locked as you, her free hand moving to her stomach to press against the bulge present. Sure enough, you could feel her squeezing around you even further. Fingers pressed from the base of the bump to the tip, applying that further pressure against the underside of your cock. A small circling at the tip, a harder press... It was almost like you two were having a little competition, but either you'd both be winners or losers was up to a later argument. The more you moved the toy, the more she made the plant matter roll against you. Her eyes were beginning to flutter closed, up until they shut entirely and a squeak slipped against her arm. The plant matter was practically vibrating against you, and ended up being the last push you needed. Heavy gasps left the doll as the toy was filled to the brim, her hand clumsily but quickly moving to grab the top of the toy. Whatever spilled from the opening was absorbed between her fingers, her teeth releasing her arm as she took a deep breath. The moisture around you began to leave, the "moss" and matter drawn back into the doll to leave you inside of a dry toy. It made pulling out of it a pain, but she wasn't thinking of that at the time. Just about you making a mess on the hardwood floor. The Librarian sat up to the best of her ability, shaking her hand off as her shoulders rolled in an attempt to make herself comfortable. Completely to your surprise, her hand cupped the side of her mouth to hide it from the rest of the library, opening up to show your cum resting around her tongue piercing. Long enough for you to make the realization before she swallowed it back down. Wings fluttered in her inability to hide her excitement, painted blue eyes filled with a new shine.

It was... quite a sight. The Librarian pressed herself against your side from over top of your bag, her head to your shoulder and her hand to your thigh. It wasn't there for long, with her touch gliding towards your crotch to wrap around you directly. "Hey, hey..." The doll started, tilting her head to properly face you. "That's one theory squashed... Wanna head back to my room and think some more up?"

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Hey, this is a little more of a naughtier piece, so if it's not something you're interested in please avoid reading more of the post. Sort of tagged content may exclude a few things, cause I'm bad at tagging stuff. This was originally written on the (previously a??) bird app, so I've changed a little bit of the wording and edited a few bits! First time putting something like this here so be nice.

[ AMAB + tempNull, Thigh grinding, non-penetrative, only a little awkward ]

Laid upon the desk, the Doll could feel their hands running along its shins. Its thighs. Underneath its skirt. Its breathing was harsh, forcibly paced as wide blue eyes looked up to its handsy partner for the night.

They smiled back down to it, whispering something that the heartbeat within its ears left unrecognized. Its eyes blinked rapidly as its mouth tried to form words, but it broke into a nervous laugh. "I-I'm sorry? One mmhh... One more time?"

Their fingers had gripped onto the hem of its ripped tights, left easily pulled down without their additional fishnet getting in the way. Its fingers gingerly rolled its dress towards its stomach as they spoke again; "Are you okay with this? I know it was kind of a sudden ask..." They were still a touch quiet, but concern clearly was upon their tongue.

"No! Yeah! I mean - Yes! I'm still okay!" The Doll again broke into a laugh, its fingers tightening upon the rolls of its dress. "I'm - I'm just... kind of excited? Sorry, I'm uhm..." Its words trailed off, a long gasp following a familiar sensation. That of its panties being removed. It was far more noticeable with someone else doing it for it. They slowly worked them alongside its thighs, removing both articles of clothing at once. The sounds of both their breathing filled the room, up until it felt their hands working back up their closed thighs.

"Hey, it's okay if you haven't done this a lot. Or at all." They spoke to it in such a gentle tone, it helped the Doll relax all the more. It offered a quick nod in return, acting as permission for them to continue.

"It takes two to tango and all, right? So we'll walk each other through what feels good and what doesn't, okay?" They reassured it as their hand reached its hip, their fingers trailing along the crevasses of its ball joints. The Doll shuddered from the sensation, its lips parting just enough for the bottom lip to be bitten for a moment. Just long enough for the gap within its front teeth to be seen.

"Yeah! Yeah, yeahyeahyeah, I'll be good and uhm... and let you know how I'm—"

"Oh." The small exclamation from its partner made it pause.

"... Oh?" The Doll repeated. It was only then it realized that their thumb had been tucked between its thighs, causing a rush of heat to hit its face. Despite the assumed porcelain, the skin-like layer turned a new shade of pink.

"There's nothing there." Their free hand gently parted its knees, letting its active hand slip further between its legs. It let out a soft yelp, one of its own hands moving to cover its face. There really wasn't anything between its legs. Its thighs were smooth and soft to the touch, but their crotch was just the same. Smooth.

It took the Doll a moment to realize, a quiet "Ohhhhh fuuuuck, I'm stupid..." slipping from its lips before it broke into another laugh. "Uhmmm... This is awkward! I wasn't - I wasn't prepared for this! So I didn't uhm..." The Doll eased itself onto its elbows, the hand at her face pinching at her nose as a smile nervous formed. "I usually have uhm... attachments? Pieces? Swap-able uhm... genitalia to match how I..." Its voice turned quiet while its hand ran along its face and stroked at its cheek, stopping with its palm over its mouth.

It felt a new heat press against the back of its thighs, causing its eyes to turn back to them. They were smiling. A gentle pull brought her back to rest against the desk again, watching as her legs were raised and as an arm wrapped around them for support. It could feel their hand gripping its ankle.

Their free hand moved to hold the top of its thigh, offering it a gentle squeeze. "That doesn't mean we can't still have some fun!" They eased themselves to sit against its thighs, and after a soft adjustment, it able to just barely see the tip tucked between...

"Hoh geez...." The Doll spoke against its hand, its gaze fixated upon the sight between her thighs. They let their hand run higher along its body as their hips began to move, fingers carefully undoing the belt at its stomach to hike its dress higher. Exposing its stomach. The Doll let her unoccupied hand take the back of theirs as they worked at its clothes, wrapping around the back of it with a hard squeeze.

"This is... shit, it still feels good..." They had to laugh a little at the situation, but the compliment brought a giggling from the Doll. They could feel it begin to move too, its hips softly rolling against them in a soft grinding. As it held their hand and covered its mouth, that giggling didn't stop. It was soft. Quiet. It only encouraged their partner all the more. It could feel their impact, a soft gasp slipping as it heard that light plap. Then again, and again, and it listened to them begin to pant. The Doll watched with awe-struck eyes, leading the hand within its own to reach underneath its rolled dress. To push its bra up and out of the way of its breast.

It was soft there too. Weirdly naturally so. But they didn't question it. They let their fingers work at the mound as they humped against its bare crotch, the room again being filled by their breathing. "Y-You're doing... such a good job, love." The Doll whispered against its hand, which eventually fell to rest by its collar. To let them hear its own panting breaths. The slight creaks of the desk beneath it. The gentle bounce of its body with each thrust. The light fluttering of its eyes as it watched them fuck its thighs. Their fingers easing their way from one breast to the other, causing the softest of moans from the Doll. It became too much.

"I think... I think I'm going to..." They began, forcing the words through breaths. "Ah? Is there somewhere you'd... oh!" The Doll began to ask, but its words were cut short by a new heat hitting its stomach.

It watched in awe as they came, spreading themselves along its skin. The space between its thighs caught most of it, but that didn't stop that cum from pooling between them. Their hand dragged from its chest down to its waist as they caught their footing, the Doll letting its hand follow suit. Fingertips gently traced along the path of the fluid, giving them the time needed to catch their breath in her inspection.

"You really did do a good job, love! It uhm.... It felt good for me, too." The Doll spoke with a new confidence, keeping a warm smile along its lips.

"Aheh, I'm glad... but I'm not done just yet, I hope you know." Their partner eased the words out, their slow pace matching a slow realization from the Doll. "O-Of course! I didn't... I wouldn't, uhm—!" "Let me leave without absolutely covering you? I know, Doll.~"

It didn't know if it was the new forceful pull they made, or the bite upon the side of their thigh that made them squeal... But, it left them both laughing as their afterglow bloomed into another round.

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Earworms

I couldn't solve it. All this power within my fingertips, all these years of research and magical practice - and still I couldn't remember the damned name of that song my head decided to put on repeat. It was something slow, I knew that. Slow and sweet. Something that could have been a breakup song, or maybe just a regular love song... It was something that filled me with this sense of familiarity, which was ironic. It flowed into itself so easily in my memory, and honestly offered the perfect pace for a slow dance. My fist gently tapped at the side of my head, pushing what my Doll had called my "big brain hat" onto an angle. I didn't bother to fix it as I went through CD after CD, scouring the tracklists and playing short sections of ones that seemed familiar. None of them satisfied the song in my head. None of them matched, though some came close. I began narrowing the selection by artist, by genre... That's when I heard the song. Not mentally, but audibly. Hunched over my collection of CD's, my attention was brought towards the hallway. I could hear it being hummed. It was soft and sweet, and coming from the only other being that could be home. I practically launched from the floor onto my feet as I tracked my Doll down. It was, as expected, within the living room. The little thing flinched into an upright standing position upon seeing me, a squeak matching the click of its Mary Jane's colliding. I'd forgotten I'd gotten it a black sundress. It kind of conflicted with the straw hat it liked so much, though... At least it kept it from trying to take mine. I must have scared it from my sudden entrance. And with how I'd sprawled myself out within the doorway to keep from flinging my body into the room. "Sweetheart... My dear Puppet... What were you singing?" My question must have just made it more nervous. The poor thing was just a head shorter than myself, but it felt even smaller as I spoke. "I-I found a CD you had..." It started speaking in a low voice. I eased myself from the doorway and tried to relax despite my excitement. "I liked one of the tracks, so - I found it online, and..." "Can I see your MP3, love?" I didn't mean to interrupt it, but I couldn't wait much longer. It gently pulled its earbud out, letting the wire fall down the inside of its dress. I forgot that dress had pockets. I must have looked crazy imputing my old lock code on the screen. But the sigh of relief that sounded off seemed to relax the both of us. Although, I could understand its confusion when that sigh lead into a gentle laughter. "THAT'S what's been on my mind? Small Demons by Hip Hatchet?" I thought it would have been something from some small electronic-heavy transgirl I found through autoplay, not something so based within country music. "I-I really like it, okay!?" Though, my Doll must have thought I was making fun of it. I gently hushed it, reaching to take its shoulder in one hand and the feather duster in the other. "I know, I'm glad. It's sweet, isn't it? It made me think of you, so I was kinda desperate to remember what song it was." I don't know if it was my new closeness, or the fact I was holding it in a form, but I could have sworn a blush hit my Doll's face. Its MP3 player was snug between its shoulder and my hand, the feather duster set on a nearby table so I could work at the attached ear buds. I started to ease one into the appropriate ear for myself. "Tell you what? As a sorry and a celebration, why don't we take a break?" It gave me a slow nod before I slipped the earbud into its ear. The song was set to repeat, and replayed before I slipped it into its pocket. "I think a break is well deserved, for us both." It spoke quietly, removing its hat to set that aside as well. I already knew why. Without a moment of hesitation, it had pressed itself against my body, sliding an arm around my waist as the other took my available hand. I'd never fully get used to feeling its porcelain against my skin, but... No maybe it was my magic playing tricks on me. Even though I'd found the song that plagued my memory, there was still one mystery I couldn't find an answer to; how something like this Doll of mine could not only feel so warm, but make me feel so at home. Maybe I don't need to understand. I think I'll just enjoy it.

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Crow-Doll-Witch!

Alexie, Alice, Dorothy, whatever nicknames I approve of!

I'm that weird goth you were probably warned about, who'll share LGBTQ shit with you and tell you way to much about Warframe if you let me. Expect gay things and the occasional talk about what it means to be trans.

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Snowday

It stood at the doorway for some time, it's feet shuffling back and forth. It was uncertain if it wanted to take that step, or to remain within the safety of its home. "Didn't you want to play in the snow?" It's Mistress called from the adjacent room. "You should go outside while it's still fresh, Little One. The snow won't last forever." It's Mistress continued as she snuck into the hall, watching as her doll tip-toed between the inside and outdoors.

Honestly, she was more concerned of all the heat being let out. It made progress in its first step forward, but still backed away with the click of its boots again the wood. Against stone, then against wood again. "This one could wait another day! The snow could fall again, and—" "And you could miss this opportunity." Its Mistress interrupted, though her voice kept a song. A nonexistent tune that kept a light air of playfulness, just a rise and fall of notes. Her doll thought longer, letting a low hum leave its throat. Then, a shriek. Its Mistress had picked it up by the belt and back of its collar, hoisting it to a horizontal before throwing it outside! She was careful doing so, having stepped outside to ensure it would be thrown atop a snowbank, formed when she had shovelled earlier. It was large enough to soften its fall. Her doll was left in a fit of giggles. "There you go, Little One. That wasn't bad, was it?" "No, Missus! That was fun!" The doll eased itself to its feet. Having overdressed for the occasion, it was a little hard to lift itself - but it made it by the time it's Mistress had reached the door again. "I'll get the fireplace going for when you return, okay Little One? That way we can warm you back up." Its Mistress was given an enthusiastic nod, and the doll made it its goal to build a little snowdoll. Why should it be the only one enjoying the snow, after all? Though, it was surprised. Its Mistress didn't seem to like the snow too much. She always kept inside, she never wanted to come out to play. Her winter days had been filled with reading and busywork. Each time it had asked, it had always been given a no. Though, it still found its lips parting as it turned to the still open door, prepared to ask. It didn't need to. Its eyes lit up once it saw its Mistress adorning her coat and slipping her boots into place...! Its feet clumsily pushed through the snow, up until it could reach the snow-dusted pathway to its home. Its Mistress was leaving, all dressed up for the weather like it was! "Ma'am! Ma'am! Are you coming out to play, too??" The door shut with a gentle click, its Mistress standing on the small porch with a light raise of her brow. "Play? Oh, my dear doll - I only came out to gather some firewood." Its outstretched arms fell to its sides, utter defeat taking the doll within seconds. A quiet "Oh." was uttered by it before its gaze fell to the shovelled pathway. "This one apologizes. It thought... it thought that maybe..." Its words trailed off into quiet mutterings, syllables slurring into a word paste of uncertainty. She could only give a sigh then. Such a sight brought a frown along its Mistress' lips, her gaze faltering for a moment before a sigh eased from her body. "Give me a few moments, dear." Its Mistress departed for the storage at the side of their home, leaving the doll to stand alone. Her Mistress was moving faster than usual, it sounded like. Her footsteps were almost frantic in comparison to any other collection trips. The door opened. The door shut. Then, the door opened and shut again. A mitten covered hand gently lifted its chin. Through the leather, it could still feel her warmth. A walking fireplace of a woman, radiating a glow unknown to mortals. It's Mistress smiled down upon it, scarf around her neck. The sulking doll quickly turned into mild confusion. "Now, Doll. I don't play to often within the snow, so you'll have to show me how it's done - okay?" Her doll gained a similar radiance, earning a smile bright enough to light a cloudy day. "Okay, Ma'am!!" Its arm was taken, it leading her to the snow-doll in progress. She may need to find another rack to hang their soaked coats... But honestly, the little numbness in her fingers was well worth the extra drying time by the fire with her doll.