It was the time of the spooky season again. And under the breath of Halloween moon, the doll house has magically appeared as it came to life. The magic of October moon, the doll house looked as though it had been plucked from the fairy tale old book. It sat at the edge of the old garden. it gleamed softly in the night and it was painted in colors which one might find in the dreams of a child. What might shock in the month of the spooky season was the color of the doll house which was full of rose pink and butter cream. It was not spooky at all. Tiny lanterns hung like fireflies along the porch and they trembled with a faint musical chime when the wind passed. Inside the house though, the doll began to stir.
Throughout the months of the year, they had sat in stillness. They were still perfectly smiling in their painted smile and their little hands folded in still. But under the spell of the October moon, the veil between the seen and unseen had grown and those unseen invisible hand had drawn back a curtain. The porcelain dolls, the porcelain mannequin dolls blinked their eyes and their lashes flutters while blinking.
The tiny teapot on the table gave a merry whistle and the teapot poured itself a fragrant stream of rosehip tea.
The spoon were delighted to be awake and began to spin dance upon their saucers.
Even the clock who had long grown weary of ticking straightened proudly and cleared his old brass throat to sing the hour.
And one of the porcelain mannequins’ dolls whom already sat still perfectly throughout the year opened her eyes. People called her Lizzy although her maker used to name her Elizabeth. Her fingers had trembled. Her cheeks were pink and it was always been pink because of the faintest shade of the rose. Once she regained her consciousness, she took a deep breath. The deep breath had filled her chest and lungs and she could feel the air catching in her chest. Her eyes drinking in the glow of the room she had only ever seen through glass.
The teapot, the dolls and the spoon gathered close with some sparkle on their eyes. “It’s Halloween night!” the teapot had piped. “People will come to the house soon!”
Quickly, the mannequin got up and looked over the window, “Oh!” Lizzy gasped softly, “They are coming here!”
So, when your feet had led you to the dollhouse, you would find the door ajar and soft light spilling across the grass. Once you knocked the door, the doll and the magic will greet you. Will you take some sweets from the doll house, and a blessing for your dreams?
Happy Halloween!
Welcome to the doll house! Any kind of you are welcome. Whether you are human, non-human, aliens, zombie, vampire, werewolf, spirit, ghost, elves, goblins, animals, any kind that can talks are welcome to visit! It's the magic of Halloween, so Lizzy and friends will accept any of you and will never question your presence~! Just don't start any fight or else, you will be kicked from the house and reported to the police!
Throughout the months of the year, they had sat in stillness. They were still perfectly smiling in their painted smile and their little hands folded in still. But under the spell of the October moon, the veil between the seen and unseen had grown and those unseen invisible hand had drawn back a curtain. The porcelain dolls, the porcelain mannequin dolls blinked their eyes and their lashes flutters while blinking.
The tiny teapot on the table gave a merry whistle and the teapot poured itself a fragrant stream of rosehip tea.
The spoon were delighted to be awake and began to spin dance upon their saucers.
Even the clock who had long grown weary of ticking straightened proudly and cleared his old brass throat to sing the hour.
And one of the porcelain mannequins’ dolls whom already sat still perfectly throughout the year opened her eyes. People called her Lizzy although her maker used to name her Elizabeth. Her fingers had trembled. Her cheeks were pink and it was always been pink because of the faintest shade of the rose. Once she regained her consciousness, she took a deep breath. The deep breath had filled her chest and lungs and she could feel the air catching in her chest. Her eyes drinking in the glow of the room she had only ever seen through glass.
The teapot, the dolls and the spoon gathered close with some sparkle on their eyes. “It’s Halloween night!” the teapot had piped. “People will come to the house soon!”
Quickly, the mannequin got up and looked over the window, “Oh!” Lizzy gasped softly, “They are coming here!”
So, when your feet had led you to the dollhouse, you would find the door ajar and soft light spilling across the grass. Once you knocked the door, the doll and the magic will greet you. Will you take some sweets from the doll house, and a blessing for your dreams?
Happy Halloween!
Night lingered longer in the area, pressing against the windowpanes and humming through the glass, thick with fog and the scent of rain. October always carried its own voice here: the rustle of leaves, the shuffle of footsteps in the stairwell, the slow creak of floorboards above his studio. His landlord, an author prone to midnight dictations, often wandered at odd hours, her murmurs blending with the turning of pages. Rent was free, which was reason enough to stay, even if sleep came harder each week.
Jonas had been closing the shop late that evening, watching the last candle tremble in its jar when the wind began to move strangely. It carried a faint melody, soft bells perhaps, and a fragrance that reminded him of rosehip tea. Blue, his shepherd, stirred from her place beside the counter, ears tilting toward the door. That was all the warning he needed.
He followed the sound into the night, drawn by lantern light that flickered between the trees. The path was unfamiliar, as though the forest had grown a new direction while he wasn’t looking. The air smelled faintly of sugar and something older, a presence that felt almost awake. Blue padded at his side, tail brushing his coat as their breaths mingled in the cold.
When the trees opened, he found it: a small house sitting quietly at the edge of an old garden. Its colors were wrong for Halloween—soft rose and buttercream, glowing beneath the moon as if painted from a dream. Light shimmered behind the curtains, and somewhere inside came the laughter of porcelain voices.
"...This isn’t on any map," he murmured, the words more observation than fear.
Blue huffed once, the sound low and encouraging, and Jonas placed a hand on the gate. The porch creaked beneath his shoes, and the door, already ajar, eased open further as though inviting him in. Warmth spilled out, carrying the scent of flour and sugar. Inside, a teapot poured itself, a spoon spun on a saucer, and a porcelain doll with rose-colored cheeks turned her head toward him with a smile that felt almost human.
There was no malice in the air but only a quiet hum of magic, tender and old. Jonas hesitated long enough to remove his hearing aids and slip them into his pocket. The world dimmed to a soft hush, and in that silence, he heard the faintest whisper of dolls awakening from their long sleep. When he was greeted with the sight of movement, it startled him less than it should have. For a moment, Jonas simply stood there, unsure whether to speak or bow. He had seen spirits before—some kind, some lost—but none so carefully made.
"Evening," he said quietly, voice low but steady, as though afraid a louder tone might break the spell. "You’ve a lovely home."
Blue shifted beside him, tail sweeping the floor once before settling at his heel. The warmth in the room pressed close, and Jonas felt the tension in his shoulders ease. Whatever enchantment had stirred this place, it did not feel cruel. It felt... expectant, like a story waiting for someone to turn the next page. When the voice came—sweet as spun sugar and bright as a music box tune, it carried through the air like something half-remembered.
Jonas blinked, unsure if the words were meant for him alone. The porcelain faces shimmered in the candlelight, eyes wide with hope, and even the teapot seemed to wait for his answer. He felt the faint pull of magic at the edge of his senses, not cold or invasive, but curious. "If it’s offered kindly," he murmured, "then... yes. I’ll accept it."
Jonas had been closing the shop late that evening, watching the last candle tremble in its jar when the wind began to move strangely. It carried a faint melody, soft bells perhaps, and a fragrance that reminded him of rosehip tea. Blue, his shepherd, stirred from her place beside the counter, ears tilting toward the door. That was all the warning he needed.
He followed the sound into the night, drawn by lantern light that flickered between the trees. The path was unfamiliar, as though the forest had grown a new direction while he wasn’t looking. The air smelled faintly of sugar and something older, a presence that felt almost awake. Blue padded at his side, tail brushing his coat as their breaths mingled in the cold.
When the trees opened, he found it: a small house sitting quietly at the edge of an old garden. Its colors were wrong for Halloween—soft rose and buttercream, glowing beneath the moon as if painted from a dream. Light shimmered behind the curtains, and somewhere inside came the laughter of porcelain voices.
"...This isn’t on any map," he murmured, the words more observation than fear.
Blue huffed once, the sound low and encouraging, and Jonas placed a hand on the gate. The porch creaked beneath his shoes, and the door, already ajar, eased open further as though inviting him in. Warmth spilled out, carrying the scent of flour and sugar. Inside, a teapot poured itself, a spoon spun on a saucer, and a porcelain doll with rose-colored cheeks turned her head toward him with a smile that felt almost human.
There was no malice in the air but only a quiet hum of magic, tender and old. Jonas hesitated long enough to remove his hearing aids and slip them into his pocket. The world dimmed to a soft hush, and in that silence, he heard the faintest whisper of dolls awakening from their long sleep. When he was greeted with the sight of movement, it startled him less than it should have. For a moment, Jonas simply stood there, unsure whether to speak or bow. He had seen spirits before—some kind, some lost—but none so carefully made.
"Evening," he said quietly, voice low but steady, as though afraid a louder tone might break the spell. "You’ve a lovely home."
Blue shifted beside him, tail sweeping the floor once before settling at his heel. The warmth in the room pressed close, and Jonas felt the tension in his shoulders ease. Whatever enchantment had stirred this place, it did not feel cruel. It felt... expectant, like a story waiting for someone to turn the next page. When the voice came—sweet as spun sugar and bright as a music box tune, it carried through the air like something half-remembered.
Jonas blinked, unsure if the words were meant for him alone. The porcelain faces shimmered in the candlelight, eyes wide with hope, and even the teapot seemed to wait for his answer. He felt the faint pull of magic at the edge of his senses, not cold or invasive, but curious. "If it’s offered kindly," he murmured, "then... yes. I’ll accept it."
Heh. This was that time of the year again. October, the month where the air was crisp, the leaves were golden, and the sugar intake of kids was at its peak. Dr. Nott, a dentist with a wicked sense of humor, reveled in the chaos that came with this time of year. As a vampire, he wasn't too fond of the sweetness that filled the air, but he enjoyed the irony of it all. The month where kids were allowed to indulge in sugary treats only to end up in his dental chair crying and scared.
The annual Halloween festival was in full swing, and Dr. Nott, or Theo as he liked to be called had just finished his night shift at the dental clinic. As he wandered through the streets, his vampire senses on high alert. He was drawn to the vibrant colors and lively atmosphere of the festival. The smell of candy and popcorn wafted through the air, enticing him to explore further. His eyes scanned the crowds, taking in the elaborate costumes and spooky decorations that adorned the houses and shops. Theo's vampire nose twitched as he made his way through the throngs of people, not in search of prey tonight, but in search of a distraction. He wasn't interested in hunting tonight despite the perfect moon and the perfect night for it. The cranberry juice excuse was always a good one, but he wasn't in the mood for it. Instead, he wanted to blend in with the humans to experience the magic of the season without being a part of it.
As he turned a corner, a garden caught his eye. It seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, and Theo wasn't sure if it was a new addition to the festival or just a product of his imagination. The path leading up to the house was lined with candles and spider webs, giving it a delightfully spooky ambiance. Theo's curiosity was piqued, and he followed the path to the front door. The house was a riot of colors, with orange and purple decorations clashing in a way that was both jarring and fascinating. Theo's eyes watered at the sheer brightness of it all, and he winced at the sugary aroma that wafted out of the house. He knocked on the door, despite seeing another man already inside, sipping tea with a teapot that seemed to be greeting him of its own accord. Theo raised an eyebrow, magic was definitely at play here.
As he entered the house, he spotted the man sitting on a couch, looking just as lost as Theo felt. "Guess you're as lost as I am," Theo said, his deep voice a stark contrast to the bright and cheerful atmosphere of the house. And Theo took a seat beside him, his eyes scanning the room. The woman sitting across from them was a porcelain-skinned beauty with a doll-like quality that made Theo's vampire senses tingle. Theo's eyes were drawn to the sugar-coated treats laid out before her. "Don't mind me, I'm just looking around," he said, trying to reassure her that he wasn't there to cause any trouble. No, he wasn’t in his intention to scare off people tonight. “Alright, treat?”
The annual Halloween festival was in full swing, and Dr. Nott, or Theo as he liked to be called had just finished his night shift at the dental clinic. As he wandered through the streets, his vampire senses on high alert. He was drawn to the vibrant colors and lively atmosphere of the festival. The smell of candy and popcorn wafted through the air, enticing him to explore further. His eyes scanned the crowds, taking in the elaborate costumes and spooky decorations that adorned the houses and shops. Theo's vampire nose twitched as he made his way through the throngs of people, not in search of prey tonight, but in search of a distraction. He wasn't interested in hunting tonight despite the perfect moon and the perfect night for it. The cranberry juice excuse was always a good one, but he wasn't in the mood for it. Instead, he wanted to blend in with the humans to experience the magic of the season without being a part of it.
As he turned a corner, a garden caught his eye. It seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, and Theo wasn't sure if it was a new addition to the festival or just a product of his imagination. The path leading up to the house was lined with candles and spider webs, giving it a delightfully spooky ambiance. Theo's curiosity was piqued, and he followed the path to the front door. The house was a riot of colors, with orange and purple decorations clashing in a way that was both jarring and fascinating. Theo's eyes watered at the sheer brightness of it all, and he winced at the sugary aroma that wafted out of the house. He knocked on the door, despite seeing another man already inside, sipping tea with a teapot that seemed to be greeting him of its own accord. Theo raised an eyebrow, magic was definitely at play here.
As he entered the house, he spotted the man sitting on a couch, looking just as lost as Theo felt. "Guess you're as lost as I am," Theo said, his deep voice a stark contrast to the bright and cheerful atmosphere of the house. And Theo took a seat beside him, his eyes scanning the room. The woman sitting across from them was a porcelain-skinned beauty with a doll-like quality that made Theo's vampire senses tingle. Theo's eyes were drawn to the sugar-coated treats laid out before her. "Don't mind me, I'm just looking around," he said, trying to reassure her that he wasn't there to cause any trouble. No, he wasn’t in his intention to scare off people tonight. “Alright, treat?”
“Liz! Liz! There is someone coming!” The spoon excitedly cried with its silvery voice clinked against the sugar bowl. “Someone’s coming through the garden! Oh! It’s two of them!”
One of the little Russian dolls stood on its short leg and hoping on the window to see who’s coming. It became curious to see two men approaching. The doll house after all, was not really attracting other creature in its usual form. It was magically visible for them in the time of the October’s magic.
“Wow,” the little Russian doll whispered. “Hey, what is that? Is he one of them? The people beyond the gate?”
The teapot who was always the sensible one, gave a fragrant sigh of steam. “That is a man. And the other is no spirit but a dog. They mean no harm, I am sure. You mustn’t be afraid.”
What comes around, goes around. And before any of them could protest on what was coming around their little doll house, Lizzy crossed the tiny parlor and reached for the doll house door. The hinges gave a faint creak like an old sigh. The lights might be too bright for the visitor once they were inside the pink and butter cream colored house.
“Welcome, sir!” Lizzy called out and her voice was bright. She drew the door wide and her smile blooming as though it had waited years to be worn. “Welcome to the Dollhouse!”
Behind her, the spoon clattered with delight, the Russian doll hopped in excitement, and even the clock on the mantel gave a solemn tick of approval. Brown eyes were shimmered when it shifted toward the shepherd dog. Lizzy had never seen something that big in such decades. She had seen chihuahuas though far before she was cursed and trapped inside the mannequin.
“Thank you so much~!”
The compliment of the house made Lizzy happy. Obviously in this month people were expecting some treat or trick. The mannequin did not provide trick on this house but she did provide some treat. Actually, the teapot provided the treat. But, before she could provide some tea, another person…if ever it was truly a person…came just behind. His frame looked neat and his posture was tall. A faint metallic lingered that even if Lizzy’s nose was not in its perfect situation, she could still catch the essence. The teapot though, hissed quietly now. She felt something was off from the other man. The teapot trembled and then tipped itself forward once again to another cup to serve the other man.
“Perhaps...” it murmured. “Perhaps he’d like a cup. Maybe that’ll make him nicer.”
Lizzy put her hands on her hips and tilted her head. “But, he hasn’t do anything hostile!” she said to the teapot then welcomed the other man to the house. He has asked for a treat. She served two cups of amber tea which the teapot had provided and then gave Jonas and Theo each a candy.
“My name is Lizzy and these are special sweets,” Lizzy said in a voice that rang like a lullaby half-remembered from childhood. “Made only on nights when the air hums and the stars listen. You may take one each, if you wish.”
The spoon nodded briskly. “Oh yes! Everyone’s dream tastes different. Sometimes like honey, sometimes rain, sometimes something they’ve lost and can’t name.”
With her porcelain-like fingers and knowing eyes, Lizzy extended the candy toward them both. “Go on. Just a bite. The house likes to share what it sees in you.”
And if both Jonas and Theo took the candy, once they brought it to their mouth, their surroundings would change into something that was in their deepest desire of dream. What would it be? The dollhouse was curious to see.
One of the little Russian dolls stood on its short leg and hoping on the window to see who’s coming. It became curious to see two men approaching. The doll house after all, was not really attracting other creature in its usual form. It was magically visible for them in the time of the October’s magic.
“Wow,” the little Russian doll whispered. “Hey, what is that? Is he one of them? The people beyond the gate?”
The teapot who was always the sensible one, gave a fragrant sigh of steam. “That is a man. And the other is no spirit but a dog. They mean no harm, I am sure. You mustn’t be afraid.”
What comes around, goes around. And before any of them could protest on what was coming around their little doll house, Lizzy crossed the tiny parlor and reached for the doll house door. The hinges gave a faint creak like an old sigh. The lights might be too bright for the visitor once they were inside the pink and butter cream colored house.
“Welcome, sir!” Lizzy called out and her voice was bright. She drew the door wide and her smile blooming as though it had waited years to be worn. “Welcome to the Dollhouse!”
Behind her, the spoon clattered with delight, the Russian doll hopped in excitement, and even the clock on the mantel gave a solemn tick of approval. Brown eyes were shimmered when it shifted toward the shepherd dog. Lizzy had never seen something that big in such decades. She had seen chihuahuas though far before she was cursed and trapped inside the mannequin.
“Thank you so much~!”
The compliment of the house made Lizzy happy. Obviously in this month people were expecting some treat or trick. The mannequin did not provide trick on this house but she did provide some treat. Actually, the teapot provided the treat. But, before she could provide some tea, another person…if ever it was truly a person…came just behind. His frame looked neat and his posture was tall. A faint metallic lingered that even if Lizzy’s nose was not in its perfect situation, she could still catch the essence. The teapot though, hissed quietly now. She felt something was off from the other man. The teapot trembled and then tipped itself forward once again to another cup to serve the other man.
“Perhaps...” it murmured. “Perhaps he’d like a cup. Maybe that’ll make him nicer.”
Lizzy put her hands on her hips and tilted her head. “But, he hasn’t do anything hostile!” she said to the teapot then welcomed the other man to the house. He has asked for a treat. She served two cups of amber tea which the teapot had provided and then gave Jonas and Theo each a candy.
“My name is Lizzy and these are special sweets,” Lizzy said in a voice that rang like a lullaby half-remembered from childhood. “Made only on nights when the air hums and the stars listen. You may take one each, if you wish.”
The spoon nodded briskly. “Oh yes! Everyone’s dream tastes different. Sometimes like honey, sometimes rain, sometimes something they’ve lost and can’t name.”
With her porcelain-like fingers and knowing eyes, Lizzy extended the candy toward them both. “Go on. Just a bite. The house likes to share what it sees in you.”
And if both Jonas and Theo took the candy, once they brought it to their mouth, their surroundings would change into something that was in their deepest desire of dream. What would it be? The dollhouse was curious to see.
Lizbeth strolls down the crowded street,
No fright and without a fearful bleat
It is Halloween after all
There should be no unease in her recall
The doe just halts with a strange view
It appears to her as something new
Down the garden is this manor
with a most nice colored banner
Curiosity comes to Lizbeth’s mind
It looks as if it were something kind
So dare she approach and greet
With a soft and lovely ‘Trick or Treat’
No fright and without a fearful bleat
It is Halloween after all
There should be no unease in her recall
The doe just halts with a strange view
It appears to her as something new
Down the garden is this manor
with a most nice colored banner
Curiosity comes to Lizbeth’s mind
It looks as if it were something kind
So dare she approach and greet
With a soft and lovely ‘Trick or Treat’
(OOC: What an adorable poetry, Lizbeth! 
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“There’s another one coming!” It was the spoon that let out a sharp shriek and its voice echoing through the cozy dollhouse.
“Oooh, what an adorable little doe!”
Lizzy waited for the gentlemen to feel the full buzz from the candy they’d just eaten. That sweet treat always took a moment to kick in. To pass the time, she spun her wheel with a quick twist and waved the deer closer to the dollhouse door. This was Liz’s very first time getting so near to a deer like this. Her eyes widened in wonder. Was this creature real? Or was it just a person dressed in a clever costume?
“Hello! Welcome to the doll house!” Lizzy’s smile stayed bright and warm on her face. She felt a rush of joy as she invited the doe to step right inside. The teapot steamed and poured a fresh cup of tea into another tiny cup. It bubbled with a soft hiss amd filling the air with a sweet herbal scent. Meanwhile, the mannequin gestured with her arm toward a corner of the room. It guided the doe to a spot where she could sit....can the doe sit?
“Here, you can have some treat,” Liz said. “And there might be a little trick to it. This candy pulls out your deepest desire of your dreams." She held out a shiny glass bowl filled with colorful candies. Each one sparkled under the soft light. “Go on, dig in~”
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“There’s another one coming!” It was the spoon that let out a sharp shriek and its voice echoing through the cozy dollhouse.
“Oooh, what an adorable little doe!”
Lizzy waited for the gentlemen to feel the full buzz from the candy they’d just eaten. That sweet treat always took a moment to kick in. To pass the time, she spun her wheel with a quick twist and waved the deer closer to the dollhouse door. This was Liz’s very first time getting so near to a deer like this. Her eyes widened in wonder. Was this creature real? Or was it just a person dressed in a clever costume?
“Hello! Welcome to the doll house!” Lizzy’s smile stayed bright and warm on her face. She felt a rush of joy as she invited the doe to step right inside. The teapot steamed and poured a fresh cup of tea into another tiny cup. It bubbled with a soft hiss amd filling the air with a sweet herbal scent. Meanwhile, the mannequin gestured with her arm toward a corner of the room. It guided the doe to a spot where she could sit....can the doe sit?
“Here, you can have some treat,” Liz said. “And there might be a little trick to it. This candy pulls out your deepest desire of your dreams." She held out a shiny glass bowl filled with colorful candies. Each one sparkled under the soft light. “Go on, dig in~”
Lizbeth, still admires the vibrant colors of the manor as something seems to gentle push her to the door which opens by enchantment. An adorable mannequin of unseen beauty wishes a most warm welcome to this mesmerized doe. Lizbeth has to look twice, this woman looks as if she were a porcelain mannequin, but undeniably alive.
To her own astonishment the doe doesn't sense any fear neither in herself, nor the slightest hostility in the mannequin, all is in such childish atmosphere that makes everyone instantly feel at ease. Her inner fawn even yells to come out, wanting to live a full-scale life size teapot party. Happiness invades the deer, a feeling rarely sensed by this anthro doe. Lizbeth is euphoric and in presence of a talking teapot with an excited spoon, a clock having an eye on every guest. Lizbeth's little tail wags frantically as if the joy initiates its own life. Two men were already comfortably tabled with a nice smelling tea, with a little "huhuhuu" that now quite playful doe takes a seat, the fawn inside is impatient, candy is very tempting.
"Ho my dear host, that is of so much kindness to invite me at your teapot party, I will absolutely try one." Lizbeth speaks words she normally doesn't, it's as if she were a child, a fawn playing with a tea set and its plushies. She even has like a fake haughty demeanor, smiling brightly. This 'Trick or Treat' illuminates the doe's day and she simply shows it, is it conscious or not.
She takes the time to hesitate, will it be red, or will it be blue, no, the pink one. Yes, Lizbeth rummages through the glass bowl to find that pink one, the one shining a bit more than the other. That candy already pulled out Lizbeth's deepest desire, be a fawn again, be free again to do silly things and laugh, laugh and giggle more.
She grins at those two men sitting opposite to her, a playful 'Oh' on her lips, a little shrug and the pink candy takes a bite.
The taste is not pink, no, the taste is from the forest, a special forest, her natal forest, unmistakable scent of one, and only one glade in the northern woods, the glade of her origins.
"Oh, mmmh, this is the most beautiful taste existing, I can see and feel everything as if I were there, as 'little stardust' fawn of Angel and Maxwell. These candies are absolute delightful, will the tea be equal in taste." Lizbeth chuckles softly.
To her own astonishment the doe doesn't sense any fear neither in herself, nor the slightest hostility in the mannequin, all is in such childish atmosphere that makes everyone instantly feel at ease. Her inner fawn even yells to come out, wanting to live a full-scale life size teapot party. Happiness invades the deer, a feeling rarely sensed by this anthro doe. Lizbeth is euphoric and in presence of a talking teapot with an excited spoon, a clock having an eye on every guest. Lizbeth's little tail wags frantically as if the joy initiates its own life. Two men were already comfortably tabled with a nice smelling tea, with a little "huhuhuu" that now quite playful doe takes a seat, the fawn inside is impatient, candy is very tempting.
"Ho my dear host, that is of so much kindness to invite me at your teapot party, I will absolutely try one." Lizbeth speaks words she normally doesn't, it's as if she were a child, a fawn playing with a tea set and its plushies. She even has like a fake haughty demeanor, smiling brightly. This 'Trick or Treat' illuminates the doe's day and she simply shows it, is it conscious or not.
She takes the time to hesitate, will it be red, or will it be blue, no, the pink one. Yes, Lizbeth rummages through the glass bowl to find that pink one, the one shining a bit more than the other. That candy already pulled out Lizbeth's deepest desire, be a fawn again, be free again to do silly things and laugh, laugh and giggle more.
She grins at those two men sitting opposite to her, a playful 'Oh' on her lips, a little shrug and the pink candy takes a bite.
The taste is not pink, no, the taste is from the forest, a special forest, her natal forest, unmistakable scent of one, and only one glade in the northern woods, the glade of her origins.
"Oh, mmmh, this is the most beautiful taste existing, I can see and feel everything as if I were there, as 'little stardust' fawn of Angel and Maxwell. These candies are absolute delightful, will the tea be equal in taste." Lizbeth chuckles softly.
The dentist had grown used to the scared looks people shot his way. It happened all the time. Some knew right away he was a dentist, with his sharp tools and white coat. Others sensed the cold chill from the vampire inside him, like a winter wind sneaking through a crack. But now, in this odd party crowd, he saw the same fear in a teapot's spout, a spoon's curve, and even a clock's ticking face. It made him snort with quiet laughter. Why would household things act so jumpy? He thought about slipping on a Halloween mask next time, something fun to mask his spooky vibe. No need for anyone to question why he felt so off. Yet the mannequin stepped in, all smiles and calm words, easing the tension. She had a kind spark. And she nailed it. Tonight, he carried no bad plans, no hunt in his heart.
"Lizzy, such a pretty name," he said,. From the start, he figured Lizzy wasn't fully human. No blood scent clung to her, not a drop. Vampires like him could sniff that out easy, a skill honed over long nights. But she carried a clean, fresh smell, like a baby right after a warm bath, all soap and softness. It pulled at him, gentle and new.
He reached for the blue candy when Lizzy held it out. She whispered about how it unlocked your deepest dream, the one hidden in your core. What was his? Theo hadn't dreamed in ages. Immortality stretched time thin; memories blurred into endless gray. The last real dream? He couldn't recall. Still, the thought tugged at him. Why not give it a shot? He popped a bite into his mouth.
"Let's see what happens," he murmured.
The candy melted fast. Then it hit. His eyes snapped open. Roses bloomed in his nose, thick and sweet. Dark liquor swirled beneath, rich like aged wine from forgotten cellars. The dollhouse around him shifted. Gone was the pink fluff and butter-cream walls, all sugary and light. In its place rose his old home, creaky floors and shadowed halls from centuries back. There she stood, the woman with rose on her skin. The one he'd loved fierce, body and soul. But time had claimed her. Theo stayed forever young, a curse of his kind. She had withered and gone, frail with years. That ache, the empty spot she left, it must be his buried wish. To hold her again? See her laugh one more time? Questions like that haunted immortal nights. At least here, her scent wrapped him tight. Tears slipped down his face without warning, hot tracks on cold skin.
"Wow," he breathed at last. The candy faded, yanking him back to the party. The dollhouse pink returned, bright and now. "That was something special." A real smile broke across his face, aimed at the mannequin. He spotted the deer nearby, eyes wide, lost in its own vision just like him. Theo lifted his teacup, steam curling up. He sipped slow, the warmth grounding him in the moment.
"Lizzy, such a pretty name," he said,. From the start, he figured Lizzy wasn't fully human. No blood scent clung to her, not a drop. Vampires like him could sniff that out easy, a skill honed over long nights. But she carried a clean, fresh smell, like a baby right after a warm bath, all soap and softness. It pulled at him, gentle and new.
He reached for the blue candy when Lizzy held it out. She whispered about how it unlocked your deepest dream, the one hidden in your core. What was his? Theo hadn't dreamed in ages. Immortality stretched time thin; memories blurred into endless gray. The last real dream? He couldn't recall. Still, the thought tugged at him. Why not give it a shot? He popped a bite into his mouth.
"Let's see what happens," he murmured.
The candy melted fast. Then it hit. His eyes snapped open. Roses bloomed in his nose, thick and sweet. Dark liquor swirled beneath, rich like aged wine from forgotten cellars. The dollhouse around him shifted. Gone was the pink fluff and butter-cream walls, all sugary and light. In its place rose his old home, creaky floors and shadowed halls from centuries back. There she stood, the woman with rose on her skin. The one he'd loved fierce, body and soul. But time had claimed her. Theo stayed forever young, a curse of his kind. She had withered and gone, frail with years. That ache, the empty spot she left, it must be his buried wish. To hold her again? See her laugh one more time? Questions like that haunted immortal nights. At least here, her scent wrapped him tight. Tears slipped down his face without warning, hot tracks on cold skin.
"Wow," he breathed at last. The candy faded, yanking him back to the party. The dollhouse pink returned, bright and now. "That was something special." A real smile broke across his face, aimed at the mannequin. He spotted the deer nearby, eyes wide, lost in its own vision just like him. Theo lifted his teacup, steam curling up. He sipped slow, the warmth grounding him in the moment.
Apparently the enchanted candy worked its magic on Lizbeth and Theodore fast. Liz had spotted hints of their deepest desire right through the dollhouse windows. Those tiny scenes played out like dreams she could almost touch and it linked straight to her thoughts. How and why it linked to her? No one knew the full reason at first. But it all came down to that spooky Halloween charm in the air where it pulled everything together in ways that felt like pure wonder.
Lizzy let out a quick clap of joy for Lizbeth with her face lit up with real cheer. Then her eyes softened with pity for Theodore. She saw his side of things clear as day. Still, she made sure the end would feel good for all. and they would head out from the dollhouse with smiles. That came from a small twist she tucked into her treat and it sweetened the whole visit just right. Liz turned to them both after they sipped the warm tea that had been served by the teapot. "Thanks so much for stopping by," she said with a deep bow. "I hope the dollhouse and our time together brought you as much fun as it did for us!" Her voice rang warm and a bright smile crossed her face. "Happy Halloween~!"
Lizzy let out a quick clap of joy for Lizbeth with her face lit up with real cheer. Then her eyes softened with pity for Theodore. She saw his side of things clear as day. Still, she made sure the end would feel good for all. and they would head out from the dollhouse with smiles. That came from a small twist she tucked into her treat and it sweetened the whole visit just right. Liz turned to them both after they sipped the warm tea that had been served by the teapot. "Thanks so much for stopping by," she said with a deep bow. "I hope the dollhouse and our time together brought you as much fun as it did for us!" Her voice rang warm and a bright smile crossed her face. "Happy Halloween~!"
Lizbeth is totally charmed, never did she think a candy would initiate such a living almost real appearing. Lizbeth saw herself again as fawn, in fact that fawn had never left her and living such scenes, where she can be that fawn she once was, make her realize that.
- So, my deer Lizbeth, up to you to be that fawn again and live life in laughter…-
Time passes quickly, barely finished candy and tea, it’s time for the doe to leave, other treats are to be gathered or lived, tricks maybe played. But before she leaves, she just wants to hug everyone, if it were the teapot for the delicious tea, the spoon for its impulsive zest for life or the absolute nice host for the magical candy.
“Happy Halloween” are the words spoken as she leaves the ephemeral dollhouse.
Thank you Lizzy
- So, my deer Lizbeth, up to you to be that fawn again and live life in laughter…-
Time passes quickly, barely finished candy and tea, it’s time for the doe to leave, other treats are to be gathered or lived, tricks maybe played. But before she leaves, she just wants to hug everyone, if it were the teapot for the delicious tea, the spoon for its impulsive zest for life or the absolute nice host for the magical candy.
“Happy Halloween” are the words spoken as she leaves the ephemeral dollhouse.
Thank you Lizzy
Jonas watched the porcelain doll move with surprising grace, her gestures delicate but certain, her smile warm in a way that made the house feel almost alive. The light inside shimmered like spun glass. When she offered the sweets, he hesitated only a moment before reaching out.
"Thank you," he said softly, the syllables steady but touched with awe. The candy was pale gold, wrapped in a shimmer of something that felt like starlight against his palm. Blue sat obediently at his feet, tail brushing the floorboards, nose twitching at the scent of rose and sugar.
The moment it touched his tongue, the world shifted. The hum of the teapot, the gleam of porcelain walls. All of it faded into a slow dissolve of color and sound. Warm air replaced the chill. Somewhere nearby, he heard waves. He stood on the boardwalk behind his shop, though it was brighter than it had ever been in waking life. The ocean rolled beneath a sky painted with soft pinks and muted golds. Wind moved through his hair. Beside him, there was laughter.
It came from Lil.
She leaned against the rail, alive and unburdened, her eyes full of mischief. She didn’t look tired anymore. Their father’s old watch gleamed at her wrist, and she was saying something about the shop’s window display, about baking too much again but the words were half-swallowed by the sound of the sea. Jonas smiled faintly, hands resting in his coat pockets, and let himself breathe. The ghosts were gone. The streets were quiet. No one was lost.
The dream smelled like earl grey and the faint salt of wind. Blue barked once, clear and happy, before curling by his feet. It was peace. Simple, impossible peace. Then the sound of the teapot’s chime tugged at the edges of it, drawing him back toward the glow of the dollhouse. Jonas blinked once, as though waking from a memory, the taste of sugar still lingering on his tongue. "It was… beautiful," he murmured, almost to himself, voice low and reverent. "Thank you… whoever you are. And Happy Halloween."
He glanced toward the porcelain figure, unsure if she had heard him. Jonas gave a small nod before turning toward the door and Blue rose at his side, tail brushing his leg. She looked back once toward the dolls, ears flicking forward, then leaned gently against his hand. "Come on, girl," he whispered, giving her a fond pat. "We’ve imposed long enough."
As they stepped out into the night, the air grew cooler again. The dollhouse’s glow faded behind them until it looked like nothing more than a trick of the moonlight. Jonas paused at the gate, glancing back one last time. For a heartbeat, he thought he saw the tiny figures still waving, their porcelain faces soft and kind.
He smiled faintly, tucking his hands into his coat pockets as Blue trotted ahead down the quiet path. The fog was already gathering, swallowing the last traces of pink and buttercream. By the time he reached the end of the garden, the house had vanished entirely, leaving only the echo of chimes and the lingering taste of sugar.
Tonight, he thought, the ghosts would sleep a little easier.
"Thank you," he said softly, the syllables steady but touched with awe. The candy was pale gold, wrapped in a shimmer of something that felt like starlight against his palm. Blue sat obediently at his feet, tail brushing the floorboards, nose twitching at the scent of rose and sugar.
The moment it touched his tongue, the world shifted. The hum of the teapot, the gleam of porcelain walls. All of it faded into a slow dissolve of color and sound. Warm air replaced the chill. Somewhere nearby, he heard waves. He stood on the boardwalk behind his shop, though it was brighter than it had ever been in waking life. The ocean rolled beneath a sky painted with soft pinks and muted golds. Wind moved through his hair. Beside him, there was laughter.
It came from Lil.
She leaned against the rail, alive and unburdened, her eyes full of mischief. She didn’t look tired anymore. Their father’s old watch gleamed at her wrist, and she was saying something about the shop’s window display, about baking too much again but the words were half-swallowed by the sound of the sea. Jonas smiled faintly, hands resting in his coat pockets, and let himself breathe. The ghosts were gone. The streets were quiet. No one was lost.
The dream smelled like earl grey and the faint salt of wind. Blue barked once, clear and happy, before curling by his feet. It was peace. Simple, impossible peace. Then the sound of the teapot’s chime tugged at the edges of it, drawing him back toward the glow of the dollhouse. Jonas blinked once, as though waking from a memory, the taste of sugar still lingering on his tongue. "It was… beautiful," he murmured, almost to himself, voice low and reverent. "Thank you… whoever you are. And Happy Halloween."
He glanced toward the porcelain figure, unsure if she had heard him. Jonas gave a small nod before turning toward the door and Blue rose at his side, tail brushing his leg. She looked back once toward the dolls, ears flicking forward, then leaned gently against his hand. "Come on, girl," he whispered, giving her a fond pat. "We’ve imposed long enough."
As they stepped out into the night, the air grew cooler again. The dollhouse’s glow faded behind them until it looked like nothing more than a trick of the moonlight. Jonas paused at the gate, glancing back one last time. For a heartbeat, he thought he saw the tiny figures still waving, their porcelain faces soft and kind.
He smiled faintly, tucking his hands into his coat pockets as Blue trotted ahead down the quiet path. The fog was already gathering, swallowing the last traces of pink and buttercream. By the time he reached the end of the garden, the house had vanished entirely, leaving only the echo of chimes and the lingering taste of sugar.
Tonight, he thought, the ghosts would sleep a little easier.
(( Thank you Jen for this thread! ))
"Mom finally let me out of the house!" Strawberry whooped, dancing up to the beautiful, elegant building. A sweet scent drifted around her, and she breathed it in carefully. It wouldn't do to ruin her health by breathing too many unnatural fragrances... and she had already visited 3 worlds tonight.
"Trick or treat!" She called, knocking eagerly. She hoped there was candy.
"Trick or treat!" She called, knocking eagerly. She hoped there was candy.
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