Still Doll

Still Doll
Black Butler x Male Reader
Prologue: To take, when there is Death.

      He never thought to give you a name, though he had given you the same name he had held. He gave you the same eyes, the same hair, the same innocent face. Why? You never where sure, though, you were to be an exact replica of him. Though, you would wish on every star, like he did. Whatever he did, you longed to do. That is how it was. A porcelain replica with a mind, exactly like him. You longed to dance like him, to laugh like him, to charm like him, but this could not be, you were still doll.

      Who is this, “him”? He was whereas you described him to be. He was him, and him was he. Confusing it may seem, but through your eyes, it was a puzzle piece, that only you could understand.  

      He would take you everywhere, even being quite old for his age, which you never learned his age, but he was him, and you could understand him, but yet not. He was childish, and would love to host parties where he would dance with the pretty ladies, but you never understood why he kept on changing the special lady he would dance with. As you thought, you knew, you could still understand him, but nevertheless, not.

      What disturbed you most about him is that he would always have this creepy butler, by his side. Always besides him, as if the butler dressed in white was a bird, hitched onto his shoulder. Those creepy purple eyes, would linger from him to you, when you were held, which was most of the day.

      Evermore, you stayed by his side, as he would hold you as his pride, you were his, and he was the world. You would forever, as you thought, remain by his side. Even closer than his white pigeon.