. ݁₊ཐི༏ཋྀ⋆. . ݁₊ཐི༏ཋྀ⋆. DOLLETTE . she / her . 1 moon . . . ⊹ in which a little too much pixie dust is sprinkled. ○ pre-existence shenanigans. . ݁₊ཐི༏ཋྀ⋆. GLITTER. ❝ sometimes the tiniest things have the prettiest sparkle. ❞ Dollette, bless her heart, hadn't meant to make mischief and get in trouble today. She had only wanted to prove her worth to the dares spilling from her brother's lips and climb all the way onto the table. It was a good time too, considering the overlord had halted her off habit of smearing colours onto a clean and white thing, making a mess of the object in odd, purposeful ways. And, happily, a sibling or two typically joined her innocent little endeavours no matter how mundane they were. It wasn't a difficult choice to join Dollette or sit in boredom — the overlord's domain was far too small and shabby to truly give any of them the space they needed to have fun. Dollette let out a quiet sound of distress as she struggled to scramble onto the surface of the table, though she quickly started to smile again as the steady paws of her sister nudged her all the way up. Finally, Dollette could be tall! There was plenty of room for the little kittypet to frolic on the high vantage point that was the wooden table now that the overlord was no longer hoarding such optimal space, a whole rectangle of wonders to run around on. How was the caramel kitten meant to know that the overlord kept magic inside little bottles to be shaken out? And how was she meant to know that the holes in the top meant the pixie dust could be spilled out at a moment's notice? After all, Dollette was a cat. A pretty innocent little thing, sure, but still a CAT. And if you knew anything about cats, they adore knocking things over. Really, Dollette had only been following her natural instincts, as poor and domesticated as they may be. Everyone happened in a beautiful blur of golden sparkles — like leftover fragments of stardust waiting to claw their way back up into the sky to join their brethren. The little one jumped down to the wooden floor in wonder, following the cloud of pixie dust as it settled like feathered to the ground. The stardust made her want to sneeze. Once, twice, before it was too much and she started coughing instead. Sparkles filled her vision, as blindingly dazzling as when she'd try to stare directly into the sunlight. Painful but beautiful. She could hear the yelps and hisses from around her, the vocal reactions of her siblings ringing in her ears. The dramatic yelp of her sibling. The shrill hiss of her sister. The indignant complaint of her brother. A million apologies could only echo through her mind as she felt herself being yanked into the air by the overlord's hands, her wide mismatched eyes staring at the mess of sparkles on the floor below. A smile remained on her face though, bright and beaming, for how could anyone be sad when you're covered by literal happiness? . ݁₊ཐི༏ཋྀ⋆. . ݁₊ཐི༏ཋྀ⋆. notes . . . ○ she's finally going to be alive soon, seal my beloved... ○ first srp, expect a lot of frequent short and sweet ones for seal! .⭒ ˚₊‧
