The woman wasn't unused to strange sights, and to be scared of something akin to a prosthetic [though she deemed it just a replacement... on further inspection, it didn't seem to function as an eye...] would mark her a hypocrite.
Still, to see this man with a clock face so plainly sitting in his head was... perplexing. Standing there, she almost longed to reach out and touch the glass, but stopped herself. That would be rude.
"Ah... Excuse me, Sir, but do you have any oil or tools that I might borrow for a moment? I hate to bother you, but walking might become a hassle very soon. I'd be happy to compensate by buying something from you, of course."
The Exile asked this while looking down, then shifting her attention to folding up her pant leg on the right. It seemed only one of her legs was real, though her prosthetic could pass for a real limb unless inspected closely enough.
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Alarmed, as one might say, the Clockmaker's head jolted up from his work. The watchface clattered to the counter, while he caught his breath—eye pressed shut, his sigh of relief was palpable.
Regaining his composure, the Clockmaker swallowed thick; his head hung as he laughed, light and low.
"Goodness," he started, startle still evident in the hitch of his shoulders, "I didn't hear you come in."
The Clockmaker shook his head, straightening out. It'd do neither of them any good for him to catch on his momentary blindspot—he'd simply been engrossed in his handiwork. He brushed the watch aside, and put his needlepoint screwdriver back into its carrier.
While he tucked the latter away, he took a moment to take the Exile in, his eyes catching on her rolled up pant leg. It was a convincing façade, alright, a near-perfect swatch match. Practical, nude to the eye—
He gestured for her to sit.
"What might be wrong with it?" He asked, leaning over in his own chair to faff with his tools. They sat in their box under his desk; it was much easier for him to bend down than it was for him to walk.
so what if Andrias is a clockmaker and he builds Marcy out of grief for his polycule and maybe a child
he forbids Marcy to leave the house, tho one day she still sneaks out to see the town
but in awe of everything around her, Marcy knocks down a lady on the street and her wedding dress falls into a well
The Clockmaker's Daughter AU
based on the really amazing and incredible musical, please go listen/watch it, it’s so damn good
i compare potential faves to two criteria: did you invent the gun knowing full well what it could do before shooting a kid's fingers off, and did you cast blight on the tree of names after committing Magic Tax Fraud
Thinking about that time I went to see hadestown and the person I went with afterwards said "wow I didn't think they would go the let her die and he has to live on route since it's a musical" and I just stared at her and said "have you ever seen a musical?"
Recently did some original character intros starting with the main character of my book, Dr. Kala.
A kindhearted brainiac living in a steampunk-like flooded world, humble and selfless to a fault. Kala's also a very tired dad raising a rambunctious girl with too much energy... I'll show her intro soon lol
Kala has definitely been through a lot.......... more on this later
This. Was. An. Accident. I opened a canvas. I wanted to doodle these two for literally no reason (I didn’t even watch their POVs), and ended up getting this really soft drawing that gave me several mini freak outs because I was scared someone was gonna walk in as I drew it.
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obsessed with the way that in the 2 distinct iterations of my project, theproject itself and then my secondary collection of semi-related ideas, the two god-type characters are called Alias and The Clockmaker. incapable of making characters with normal titles.