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18 June 2006 @ 10:07 pm
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pg-13 | eunhae
"they're nothing short of expensive china."


Two hands, piecing beautifully crafted pieces together like puzzle pieces, smoothing down artificial hair so soft that it felt real, painting fair color onto porcelain. Two eyes, twinkling with pride and accomplishment and love. Two arms, holding this magnificent being and placing it in this grand leather-upholstered chair.

"Open your eyes, Donghae," he whispers gently, running a hand along the doll's clothed arm, smiling softly. Then he steps back, his footsteps echoing throughout the hall.

Fingers twitching, this doll—Donghae—opens his eyes, these gorgeous, honey orbs, and glances around for the first time.

*

"Today we have a special guest," a woman on the radio says. "He's the manufacturer of a line of hand-made human-sized dolls that are believed to be able to live the life of a human. They can act for themselves, they can adapt easily, they can breathe, they can touch, and so many other things."

But can they love?, a million people think.

*

Unlike the other dolls of his Creator, Donghae is unwanted soon after his first month inside the walls of the mansion. He watches his Creator with his children, little ones with golden hair and sparkling eyes, and he thinks: Why can't I be like them?

*

No one notices when Donghae disappears one day. Down the halls, down the vines on the side of the mansion, through the garden. He spares one last glance, and then never looks back again.

*

The world is loud and difficult and so very confusing. Donghae feels a lot like Alice, tumbling down the rabbit hole—except the rabbit hole never ends, and Donghae thinks he's never going to hit the bottom.

Remembering when his Creator first read him "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland", he teeters a little.

It takes a long while for Donghae to navigate himself through the city, because people are bumping into him, and dogs are barking, and children are staring up at him from their strollers, and where exactly is he going, anyway?

He's not so sure anymore, even as he descends the stairs leading into the subway. People chatter loudly on their cellular phones—which Donghae has never seen before, since all he knows is the mansion—and scolding everyone, anyone.

Donghae also isn't sure when a little girl, not more than six, comes up to him and presses her ticket into his hand. He almost drops it. With big ocean blue eyes, she stares up at him and whispers, "I don't want to get on the train!"

Her mother, Donghae presumes, calls out, "Heejin!", and the girl giggles and dashes off, faster than Donghae can blink.

*

Everything from the gate on in is a mystery, because the next thing Donghae knows, he's being yanked backwards just as a roaring streak of silver hurls and screeches past him. On the ground, Donghae glances up at the person who saved him.

"Are you okay?" they ask.

Now, Donghae is a little baffled. He had expected this man to yell at him, with obsceneties inserted every two seconds. But this man—who looks just as old as Donghae, had he been a human himself—gets down on his knees to peer at him.

"You're a Harlequinn doll, aren't you?" He doesn't allow Donghae the chance to answer, because he's leaning closer. "I didn't know they've been released on the market."

Donghae sees a small flash, and catches sight of a card, laminated in thick plastic and pinned to the man's ivory dress shirt. "Hyukjae?" he reads outloud.

"I'm sorry?"

With a slim finger, Donghae reaches over to tap his nail on the plastic card. Hyukjae smiles at him, like he has just experienced a child learning their first word.

*

Through the park and down two blocks goes Hyukjae, Donghae trailing a little behind. Slowing to a stop at the intersection, Hyukjae laughs when he turns around. "You're just like a puppy," he comments.

"I don't know where I'm going," Donghae admits guiltily, and glances down at the dirty sidewalk, unsure of what to say next.

There's a soothing hand on his shoulder. "Come over to my place, and we'll figure something out."

*

The second Donghae steps into Hyukjae's apartment, he's greeted by a small animal that yaps happily at him, and circles around his legs. Unsure of what's happening, and feeling something much like confusion, Donghae edges toward the living room.

"She's a beagle. Her name's Summer," Hyukjae explains as he gently shuts the front door with a click. "She's—" he cuts himself off when he spots Donghae crawling onto the couch to get away from Summer.

Laughing loudly, Hyukjae drops his keys onto the stand by the door, and places his briefcase beside it. "She won't bite you, you know. Harmless, really."

He watches Donghae in fascination as the Harlequinn sinks hesitantly to the floor to run his perfect fingers across Summer's soft ears, and he can't help but smile and lightly murmur, "Amazing."

*

When Donghae is sleeping, Hyukjae creeps up onto the bed next to him as gently as he can without waking the other, and runs his fingers through Donghae's auburn ringlets.

"It's not real," Donghae whispers as he opens his eyes slowly.

Hyukjae continues stroking it, and shakes his head. "It feels real to me," he tells him, and smiles.

*

For some unknown reason, Donghae finds himself staying with Hyukjae for much longer than expected. It isn't until later than he realizes they couldn't leave each other—not now, not ever.

Spying on Hyukjae was one of Donghae's favourite things to do. He'd hide behind something so he could scrutinize Hyukjae's every move and practice them later. As a guest in the apartment, Donghae felt it was his duty to behave in a more polite manner.

*

Hyukjae notices Donghae seated on the couch after dinner one day, sewing a rip in Hyukjae's favourite, blue jeans, that seemed to have gotten ruined when Summer sunk her teeth into them.

Dropping down beside him, Hyukjae wraps his arms around Donghae and kisses his hair. "I love you, Donghae," he says truthfully. "I wish I could keep you forever."

The needle pricks into Donghae's index finger, but he doesn't feel any pain, nor is there any blood.

*

"What does love mean?"

Ice clinks in the glass that Hyukjae is holding, and he half-turns to face Donghae in the doorway into the kitchen, who stands there as stiff as a statue.

"What is what?"

"What is love?"

It should be an easy question, but Hyukjae doesn't know how to answer at first. "Donghae," he starts eventually, placing his glass of water on the island countertop, "love is... a lot of things." Hyukjae pauses and surveys Donghae through his lashes. "Is this because I told you I love you two days ago?"

A timid, uncertain nod.

He sits Donghae down at the kitchen table, and takes one porcelain hand. "Love is... love is when you feel like you can't breathe around them. When the stars just don't shine as bright in the night. When you felt that you'd rather die then be without them."

Donghae, curling his fingers around Hyukjae's absentmindedly, tilts his head up so he can meet Hyukjae's eyes. "Can I ever feel that some day?"

"I know you can," is the answer in return, and Donghae closes his eyes in shame when Hyukjae hugs him close, pressing his cheek to his artificial hair, holding his artificial body like it could break any second.

Donghae hates this, he hates it so much, but he's willing to deny the rules of life for Hyukjae.

 
 
missnhaca on June 19th, 2006 02:24 am (UTC)
NHAHAHAHHAHAHACA
★ A ★magnolium on June 19th, 2006 02:25 am (UTC)
I love your need to be the first to comment. ♥♥
missnhaca on June 19th, 2006 02:30 am (UTC)
OMG *_* Anges omg *_* omg omg omg omg omg omg *_* I just read that twice and I can't remember the last time I did that for a SJ fic - or, if I have ever. OMG Anges *_* pls have my babies. I am so not coherent. *_* Anges marry me in the backseat of my Acura. ♥
★ A ★: night timemagnolium on June 19th, 2006 02:35 am (UTC)
I've never seen so many *_*'s in a comment. -is honored- I'm glad you liked it! For some reason, I'm afraid people don't like what I write. ;o;

I'll only marry you if the ring has a pearl on it. :>
missnhaca on June 19th, 2006 02:44 am (UTC)
I've never written so many *_*s in my life. 8D Everyone loves what you write - shaddup, woman.

It shall have three perfectly shaped pearls on it. ♥
★ A ★magnolium on June 19th, 2006 02:47 am (UTC)
Yesss, I can see. 8D Do they really? Mmnn. Maybe I just have the lowest self-esteem on the planet, and think all my fics are le merde.

Consider us married!! ♥♥♥
(no subject) - missnhaca on June 19th, 2006 02:52 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - magnolium on June 19th, 2006 03:02 am (UTC) (Expand)
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★ A ★: kiss 'n make upmagnolium on June 19th, 2006 02:42 am (UTC)
Awww, thanks doll. ;o; ♥♥ Nhaca tells me you don't read Suju fics, so I'm quite honored that she forced you to read it you got through it.
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★ A ★magnolium on June 19th, 2006 02:45 am (UTC)
Don't worry, I don't have any Suju icons. So you win more than me. -waves to the Yoosu and mourns the loss of her own Yoosu icon D:-

Much thanks~ ♥!
{{ a y a m e | mabudachi trio }}hoyah on June 19th, 2006 02:51 am (UTC)
Wow, I like this writing. I like the smooth flow and how even though you don't specifically talk about it, you can still manage to show the characters' confusion and moods and personalities.

Two hands, piecing beautifully crafted pieces together like puzzle pieces, smoothing down artificial hair so soft that it felt real, painting fair color onto porcelain. Two eyes, twinkling with pride and accomplishment and love. Two arms, holding this magnificent being and placing it in this grand leather-upholstered chair.

I can't help but feel like this is foreshadowing. Two is a couple's number.

"Today we have a special guest," a woman on the radio says. "He's the manufacturer of a line of hand-made human-sized dolls that are believed to be able to live the life of a human. They can act for themselves, they can adapt easily, they can breathe, they can touch, and so many other things."

But can they love?, a million people think.


More foreshadowing~ I love foreshadowing.

No one notices when Donghae disappears one day. Down the halls, down the vines on the side of the mansion, through the garden. He spares one last glance, and then never looks back again.

The description is so simple, but you tell so much. Usually lists of what people do bug me, but this came out very smoothly.
It takes a long while for Donghae to navigate himself through the city, because people are bumping into him, and dogs are barking, and children are staring up at him from their strollers, and where exactly is he going, anyway?

This run-on sentence is love, because I think it really reflects the awkwardness of his thoughts. He's like a little boy...
Through the park and down two blocks goes Hyukjae, Donghae trailing a little behind. Slowing to a stop at the intersection, Hyukjae laughs when he turns around. "You're just like a puppy," he comments.

So many metaphors for what DongHae is~ And this makes me wonder, because people are a lot of different things at once.

The needle pricks into Donghae's index finger, but he doesn't feel any pain, nor is there any blood.

;^; Such a sad reminder of other things he might not be able to feel.
It should be an easy question, but Hyukjae doesn't know how to answer at first. "Donghae," he starts eventually, placing his glass of water on the island countertop, "love is... a lot of things."

LIKE DONGHAE!!!

Donghae hates this, he hates it so much, but he's willing to deny the rules of life for Hyukjae.

It's a little confusing here on what he hates. But yanno, if he can hate, does that mean he can love? The ending is very open~

Overall, this was a very well written fic. It was really more like a piece of art, built carefully like DongHae.
★ A ★: plug in babymagnolium on June 19th, 2006 03:18 am (UTC)
-dies at the length-

That last part was intended. To show that Donghae was slowly starting to love, because love and hate are opposites, and if he can do one, he can surely do the other. He just doesn't realize it yet. ♥
{{ a y a m e | mabudachi trio }}hoyah on June 19th, 2006 03:42 am (UTC)
^O^ awesome! *suspected this*
scylladakyllascylladakylla on June 19th, 2006 03:14 am (UTC)
THIRD.
★ A ★: polka dot shortsmagnolium on June 19th, 2006 03:36 am (UTC)
... 'm waiting. 8,,D
scylladakyllascylladakylla on June 19th, 2006 03:40 am (UTC)
NEED TO FINISH CHEM CRAP FIRST, THEN WILL REPLY. But for now:

OMFGAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. *squees and dies*
scylladakyllascylladakylla on June 20th, 2006 06:40 pm (UTC)
FUCK, I never commented on this properly, did I?

That was beautiful. Seriously. Completely broke my heart, and NOT just because it was Hyukhae. Though that certainly helped. XD Reminded me of AI. I love the descriptions of Donghae as an innocent child, not knowing what he's doing. The part where he crawled on the couch to get away from the dog was adorable. =3 You portrayed Donghae so well, emphasizing again and again how he's a doll and can't love, but the ending shows hope that maybe someday, he will. Agh. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
★ A ★: forget me notmagnolium on June 20th, 2006 06:44 pm (UTC)
-flutters happily- Yes yes, I was definitely thinking of AI when I wrote this. This was more of a compilation of Rozen Maiden, and AI. -proud stance-

Donghae is an innocent child. x: And I think he always will be. Which is why writing him as evil in Firefly was very, very bizarre.

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
Quixquixoxotic on June 19th, 2006 03:16 am (UTC)
you win. i feel for donghae. and i feel guilty that my comment is so short after hoyah's.

but.

djak;hja;gjaksl;adhjg;fjadklfghjf;ajdka;
adjk;hfj;gadksl;ghja;djtkal;gfjad;g
ahjhjal

ok.

That was effing amazing.
★ A ★: forget me notmagnolium on June 19th, 2006 03:19 am (UTC)
I feel for him, too. ;x; Don't worry about it, doll. I'm just glad I could see your comment, because it's nice to get comments from another amazing writer. ♥

Quixquixoxotic on June 19th, 2006 03:30 am (UTC)
||swoons|| you make me blush lots.

ps. my favorite part is when Donghae is trailing Hyukjae. Omg the cuteness wins. so does your writing.
quiet_morning: donghaewinkquiet_morning on June 19th, 2006 03:46 am (UTC)
omg LOVE! I just watched Edward Scissorhands last night so this REALLY hit hard! OMG LOOOOOOOOOOOOVE! and Yaye! Haehae will love Hyukie! Hyukie is such a good teacher! hehe

♥♥♥♥

Hyukjae notices Donghae seated on the couch after dinner one day, sewing a rip in Hyukjae's favourite, blue jeans, that seemed to have gotten ruined when Summer sunk her teeth into them.

Domesticated DollHae hehe

Dropping down beside him, Hyukjae wraps his arms around Donghae and kisses his hair. "I love you, Donghae," he says truthfully. "I wish I could keep you forever."

The needle pricks into Donghae's index finger, but he doesn't feel any pain, nor is there any blood.


His heart was pricked at that moment as well hehe

so cute!


★ A ★: forget me notmagnolium on June 19th, 2006 04:58 pm (UTC)
I love that movie. *o* It's so amazing.

Thank you, chérie~ ♥♥♥♥
luminous being: hyukhae - holdtaylormercury on June 19th, 2006 10:23 am (UTC)
omfg. I swear, there are tears in my eyes, and not because this is particularly sad or anything, but because this is just, incredible. Amazing. God I'm almost incoherent here.

This was so so so well done, the whole thing read like it was constructed with just as much care as Donghae and the dolls were. It read so well. This was like ... perfect. Or as perfect as a fic can get.

I don't even know what else to say, Mai's said just about anything I would have pointed out already so I'll just say "ditto" to her comment.

And the last line just killed me. For a number of reasons, but the main one being, yes, hate is the opposite of love. You can't hate without knowing how to love. And I just love the way that you used that idea to end this. The line itself should read, taken literally, somewhat sadly, but when you think about it, it's not at all, because Donghae just hasn't realised yet that love is the opposite.

But, guuuh. Really, this was amazing. I love you Angie and the things you come up with ♥

p.s Donghae scared of the dog was so cute!
★ A ★: plug in babymagnolium on June 20th, 2006 01:55 am (UTC)
-wipes your tears away- It's nice for an author to hear their work is appreciated. The words "incredible" and "amazing" help too. +__+;

I love you too, Mica~ ♥ I hope this did some justice for what happened to Hae during Firefly. I really do.

p.s Wasn't it, though?
gado on June 19th, 2006 11:43 am (UTC)

i have no idea what to say to you 8DDD except.. have my children i love you

.....damn. you were already married ;_;

XD
★ A ★: polka dot shortsmagnolium on June 20th, 2006 01:56 am (UTC)
I'm happily but secretly married to Nhaca, sorry. 8,,D There's always next time, though, in case she chooses Lyn over me.
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★ A ★magnolium on June 20th, 2006 01:59 am (UTC)
At first, I wasn't going to add that part, but I'm mighty glad I did, although it did hurt to include it. :> Thanks, doll~ ♥♥♥ -is honored-
i_collect_cars on August 25th, 2008 12:07 pm (UTC)
OOOH! I really loved this! I wish it didn't have to end! The innocent-child-puppy-DongHae thing totally got me and locked me in. And him being unable to love at first made me sad but I was so amazed at the ending because it was so beautiful. Really. Brilliant job here. ^_^