#now everyone is happy

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Dear lord, I started this thing in May but only managed to finish it today.

Vasilka and our bard Dorian.

Kinda bonus:

It was a nice and cozy evening in the Abbey, and the party was finally resting, and Dorian sang a beautiful ballade about love and stuff. And when everyone fell asleep, and he put away his lute, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Vasilka, the soulless doll without emotions and desires, was standing at her place just slightly turned to him as if she was listening.

Her gaze was blank, as always.

Her face was hollow. As always.

Yet she was crying.

Dorian came to her, wept her tears, smiled softly, and tried to speak to her once again. And once again, she didn’t respond, nor smiled, nor even blinked. Only curtsied mechanically, turning back to the window.

Something ripped away from Dorian’s heart.