Made with Love Part II

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Title: Made With Love Part II
Parings: Ry/Col Dollies:)
Rating: G-Fluffy (Crackity Crack Don't Crack Back)

Summary: Revelations
Disclaimer:  Thankies again to Clay for her brilliant mind.  You should make little bottles of it and sell it on ebay...wait...did that come out right?

Part II

 

Maggie went to the kitchen sink and filled herself a glass of water from the tap.  She went to her old refrigerator for a few ice cubes before returning to the little table where the box lay there patiently waiting.  There was a hum in the air. A buzzing in her head that almost compelled her to go back and study its contents once more.  She had left the table abruptly because she had gotten scared over her silly notions.  There was no way that the taller of the two dollies winked at her.  It had to be a trick of the light.  She didn’t think she was going crazy, she always thought of herself as rational, but then again, as she did a double take down into the box, she could have sworn she saw his eye move, actually close and reopen.  That was enough for her.

 

She sat back down and peered over the box.  She gingerly lifted the little dollie with the partially bald head out of his cotton casing and out of his cardboard confinement.  The dollies head lolled back and he hung limply in her gentle grasp. She moved his tiny little arm and studied him with a child-like fascination.  His shy features made her smile inwardly as she touched the silky texture of whatever hair that was given to him and again wondered at the thought of why would he be made this way?  She sat him down at the edge of the table and he promptly pitched over.  “Not very sturdy.” She chuckled quietly and said out loud to no one in particular. Was it her or did the little dollie now have a look of demure sadness on his face.  She felt as if she had hurt his feelings somehow.  She propped him back up against the box and almost apologized to him before catching herself and shaking her head.

 

“Let’s get your friend out now.” She said if it was only to hear the sound of her voice in the quiet stillness of her room.  Max had gone to lay down somewhere and the room seemed cut off from the rest of the world, as if nothing mattered but her and the miniature forms in front of her.  She reached in and pulled out the lankier of the pair and marveled at how alike and unlike he was from his counterpart.  He had the same mutable body, his arms and legs dangling from her hand, nothing to support his head.  She lifted his head and looked at his face.  For a dollie he carried confidence in his features, if that was possible.  He looked as if he carried himself better than his friend who always managed to look lost.  She remarked that he had the most interesting pair of shoes, covering the almost too out of proportion feet.  She lifted his leg and examined the ludicrous not so little feet coverings. They were bright blue and looked nothing like how she imagined dolls shoes to look.  She giggled and waggled his foot a little and she thought she caught the slightest hint of a sigh.  She stopped laughing and looked around the room and listened intently to the sounds of silence.

 

Maggie propped the dollie against the box beside his friend.  Almost instantly the taller dollie slumped down, his head coming to rest on the other dollie’s austere round noggin.  It made quite the adorable little picture and Maggie felt the warmth that seemed to fill the room at the contact.

 

Trying not to disturb them, Maggie leaned back over and peered in the box once more.  She lifted the cotton packing wondering if any other surprises waited for her.  There was a small, flat case resting on the bottom of the box. “What could this be?” she thought aloud.  It seemed the dollies were keeping her rather nice company and since she was alone, she didn’t mind sharing her thoughts with them now.  She removed the case from the box and scootched the box and the dollies back a bit so that she had room to open it.  The dollies toppled onto one another heads resting on each other’s chests and arms coming together as if in an embrace.  Maggie glanced at the dollies, an amused smirk on her face before returning to the case.

 

Maggie unlatched the clasp on the case and opened it.  Inside were the most darling little things she had ever seen.  She glanced again at the dollies noting that they still lay there almost locked in each others arms, looks of contentment on their faces, and then back at the items in the case.  Inside were more of the enchanting pairs of shoes meant for the taller one.  Some had flames on them, another pair looked like leopard skin and yet another pair looked like clown or bowling shoes. She took each set out and set them on the table admiring the fine work that must have went into making them.

 

Next to the shoes were several sets of ties. That was odd, she pondered.  Of all things that could be accessorized, why go for the most bizarre looking ties known to man?  Each one had some sort of eccentric design on them, but it seemed to her fitting for the, lack of a better word, personality of the doll.  She just knew they had to belong to the gangly one.

 

Beside the shoes and ties there was a little compartment that had something that brought forth peals of laughter from Maggie, the noise echoing off the walls.  She pulled out shirt after shirt of the most vibrant colors and patterns.  They, like the ties, had wacky designs and pictures.  ‘Who would ever think to wear such things in public?’ She laughed again.  ‘Why would anyone think to make these kinds of clothes for dollies?  Where was the fashion sense here?’ She held up a shirt and looked from one dollie to the other.  “Now which one of you wears this garish garb, if I may ask?”

 

That weird feeling began to settle over her again as she felt for certain one of the dollies would speak up and answer her.  Without thinking, she picked up the little dollie with the sparse hair and stared into his face.  He smiled back at her the same innocent look in his eye.  ‘When did he get dimples?’  She pondered.  She could have sworn she would have noticed that before.  Maybe it was dark in her apartment, and she just didn’t pay attention.  She held the shirt up to him and for some reason it just seemed right.  She nodded her head and sat the shirt aside.

 

She continued to look at the dollie now, just musing over how delicate his features were how expertly he was made.  She knew someone had to love him very much to make him with such great care.  She felt honored to have him with her now, as well as his companion.  She gave his little head a pat and said “We have to have a name for you now, don’t we my fine little friend.”

 

She looked at him for a moment longer.  She shook her head, perplexed.  It was like the word formed somehow in her head, as if it whispered to her gently from far away.  She could barely make it out but it made complete sense to her.  ‘What..?’ she wanted to ask again, but the word came back, closer now and she put her hand to her head and closed her eyes.  “Colin.” She said after a second or two more.  The dollie just looked at her. “And you’re…she said looking at the dollie still slumped in a heap on the table, one shoulder propping his head up, his eyes staring intently in their direction, “you’re Ryan.”