Title: things you'd rather not see
'Verse/characters: Vasilisa; Vasilisa, her Doll
Prompt:
zero_pixel_coun: "thin cold hands, skin-and-bone, clutching"
Word Count: 404
Notes: while they're in the terem, so between
come into my parlour and
pacem.
(the Dormouse threatened me with sticks unless I produced some of this story. *solemn!*)
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Vasilisa is having one of those days. )