"It'll have to do for tonight."
Talia sloughed her supply bag, letting it fall to the floor with a hollow 'thunk'. Rotating her shoulder, she looked about the small, slightly disheveled room.
"Even for a doll house, this place is messy." She gripped her shoulder a bit, a mild expression of pain flashing across her face. "I musta pulled my shoulder when I almost fell earlier," she mumbled, rubbing her thumb into the front of the joint.
She was trapped here. It was her mistake for wandering into a general store at sunset, aware that the owner could have closed up shop at any minute. While she was collecting supplies, the owner had locked up and left, leaving the lights to dim on their own. Talia had been locked in.
It wasn't so bad, she supposed there were far worse places to be trapped in, in a city full of giants. At least the general store had food and water. But Talia hadn't expected to find decent shelter as well. The doll house was a fine model, hand-crafted to great detail. She was surprised that giants could make something so intricate, their hands being so big. The furniture was real, most of it anyways, and the clothes here and there were designed to fit figurines instead of regular dolls. Yes, this would make an alright shelter for the night. If she went to sleep right away, she'd be able to wake up early and sneak out once the owner came back. Then she could be on her way and try to find her way out of this dangerous forest town.
"While I'm here, I might as well look for a new jacket," Talia grumbled crossly. In a recent 'incident', she'd had her favorite fluffy jacket taken away from her. She felt naked without it. Looking around the room, the woman spotted a large, ornate trunk next to a vanity mirror.
"There's probably some clothes in that chest over there." Talia crouched next to it, undoing the little latch and opening up the trunk. She blinked in surprise when she found piles of sparkling dresses, all far too nice to be doll clothes. Glancing about, Talia hesitated before taking out one of the simpler dresses and standing up. It was nice enough, to be sure. She looked at the vanity mirror, and after mulling it over a moment, and rubbing the soft fabric with her thumb, she held the dress up to herself, looking it over. It did look like it would fit her nicely...
But painful memories flooded back to her. She knew why she was hesitant to put on anything like this anymore. Growing up with all brothers, Talia had abandoned any feminine habits or preferences, and her schoolmates had grown accustomed to her looking a certain way. She never wore dresses, or heels, or make-up or jewelry aside from her pearl earrings her mother gave her. She was entirely plain, and entirely modest. So when she came to school one day all dolled up in a dress and wedges, fingers were pointed and tongues wagged. All her life, Talia had made fun of princesses and girls who liked to dress up, and now she was dressed like a little fairytale girl? Laughable!
She'd only wore it because her mother said it looked nice on her... She wore it because it made her feel pretty for once. But it was clear to her that she wasn't 'allowed' to be pretty. People didn't accept this 'other Talia'.
So she never returned to the world of frills and nice shoes and make-up.
But, looking at that dress, she couldn't help but admire the detailed design, the white and blue flowers dancing on the soft fabric, and the flowing tress. It was lovely.
There was no-one around... who was there to judge her?
Soon, Talia's clothes met the ground. She slipped into the thin dress, flattening it down across her thigh. It was a lovely fit. Sitting in front of the mirror, she picked up the soft bristle brush that laid across from some fake perfumes, and began taming her gelled-up hair. Eventually, it was as it naturally fell. Instead of caught up in clumps, her hair was soft and fluffy, and brushed the side of her neck. Soon enough, she was dancing and twirling around the room, a soft giggle escaping her every once in a while. She pretended to dance with an invisible partner, to curtsey and bid him goodnight, and she retired to the canopy bed, pulling her knees to her chest. Looking around the room... she decided that perhaps getting stuck there was not so bad. She had fun being a 'girl' for once. She didn't have to put on a scary face to keep someone at a distance. Tonight, with her bare feet and her borrowed dress, she felt free. She felt beautiful.
Eventually, after a bit more frolicking, she drifted into a deep sleep snuggled under the covers of the canopy bed. Sweet dreams of running through the grasses of Central Park and making flower crowns with her mother visited her that night. They kept her close, and whispered sweet nothings of a time gone by.
They kept her dead to the world... unaware of the store lights flicking on, and the sounds of rustling and soft, tuneless whistling. The store owner was back. And he did not expect to find tiny, muddy footsteps leading to the dollhouse. Nor did he expect what he saw inside the window.
I've had kind of a crappy day. I drew this over the last few nights. Meh.
It lost quality at the end, but who gives a fack, I don't. v nv
TALIA STUFFS. She needs way more love the poor bby. -pets her-
This most likely will not be continued.
Talia and this art belong to me. Don't steal it.