Warm sunlight filtered through the stained glass windows of the cathedral hall. The young woman in ivory white satin and lace stood as beautifully still as a statue, her breaths coming in slow and steady. She had always dreamt of this day, but it almost felt surreal now.
He had never been as scared, but he had never been as happy either. A short Guertena piece, inspired by the painting of the same name.
Shadows creep in her mind, a darkness lies in her soul. The Lady in White should have never returned home.
"Golly, sometimes it's just so hard to do things when you don't have fingers, you know?" An insight on the events leading up to and presented in the game. A conversation between Garry and the blue dolls, a little girl exploring her father's territory and a painter who fancies himself a creator. Mostly canon, mostly.
He brushed her hair out of her eyes and patted her head. "If you're sad, you don't have to keep it in. I'm right here for you, Ryuuko-chan." He kissed her goodnight as a child and he would gladly do it again after all these years.
She gazed languidly at the night sky, her fingers entangling themselves in his feathery soft hair. His wide back was warm against the biting evening cold, his steps sure and steady as he carried her through the quiet streets. A short and sweet drabble about a couple strolling home and enjoying their evening together.
"Look what I put together!" Tiny, darling Sharon held up a bouquet of dandelions and daisies, tied together with her own hair ribbon in the absence of proper wires. She bowed down her head, face flushed a faint pink, shyly offering them to him. "Aren't they pretty?" A short and sweet BreakSharon piece originally written for the Second Rainsworth Week on tumblr.
She tried to enjoy her herself, admire the myriad of colours surrounding her. She smiled at the warmth of the ladies who spoke gently with her, blushed at the men who kissed her hand and gave her teasing winks. Although the atmosphere was bright and wonderful, she couldn't help but feel a twinge in her chest. Was something… missing?
Eyes darted across the dark halls, never stopping on one portrait for too long, too focused on trying to find a door, an exit, an escape. Then, she sees it. A short Mary piece inspired by a less popular Guertena painting, and also A Painting's Demise.