Jul 03, 2008 23:58
And finally, the last sessions of the week.
Muraki tucked away the last of his books and leaned against the desk to finish off his coffee. He was reasonably pleased with the arrangements he'd made and the fact that he really wasn't getting too old to make them. But that was the way of things, wasn't it? He'd keep repeating the same process until he shut down and fell apart like his precious little dolls.
He missed them, his collection. Even as he rebuilt it from scratch, he missed them. The ones he created now were inelegant and blunt; apathy made him indiscriminant. He still dreamed of violet, and satin, and roses... Well, when he got lonely anyway. Who could blame him? It was hard to find a man as cute as Tsuzuki.
The doctor sighed. His love life was terrible, but it all sounded far more depressing than it was. He didn't mind that all of his new dolls were already twisted up in their own little worlds. It just made them all the more entertaining when they broke. And they would, in their time. Every single one.