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sparesneezies · 3 years

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I'm still stuck in the hospital and slowly losing my mind, sooooo. Yeah. Time for a quick blurb with soot-induced sneezes (งᐛ)ว

If you're not familiar with Shadows House, go do your homework. Or don't and just try to puzzle things out, idk.

Please imagine a Shadow and Doll pair. The Shadow is almost always producing soot, either because of constant anxiety, melancholy, anger, depression, sadness, whatever. It's always billowing off of them, so their servant's work is never done.

But 👀 their Doll has an exceptionally sensitive nose

Whether they're actually allergic or just have fickle sinuses is up to you, but just think of the constant sniffling and sneezing while they tirelessly work to clean up. Always dressed in their maid or butler uniform, armed with their feather duster and broom, sweeping up great big piles of soot, tiny motes flittering into the air at the slightest disturbance, easily being sucked into their sensitive nose with every breath. Some days are worse than others, but when they're having an easy-ish day, they'll attempt to sing the house's cleaning song.

Their Shadow secretly loves it, listening to the hitchy, breathy words intermingled with sloppy, drippy sniffles, "Huhh-! Hurry n-now and l-let's gehhht-! G-Get to work, ma-" they stop to cough for a moment, nostrils visibly flaring as they swipe one hand under their fickle nose. "Make myself useful ahh... a-ahhnd..." the doll clears their throat, blinking sneezy tears out of their eyes. They sniffle once, twice, pinching their nose between thumb and forefinger, kneading it, nostrils squishing audibly and making a wet squelch.

"Make myself useful and show my worth!" They manage to get out the next line without interrupting themselves, and their Shadow secretly smiles. They love watching their cute doll, dancing around merrily as they clean, nose turning from pink to an angry red, trying valiantly to flush out the offending soot dust but being denied over and over again.

Their expression is truly beautiful as they continue cleaning, finishing with their broom and taking up their feather duster to begin tending to the corners as well as hidden nooks and crannies. They fight back sneezes the entire time, making a myriad of irritated expressions, cute nose scrunching up and wiggling around. It's begun to drip now, clear, slippery mucus clinging to the rims of the nostrils and making them glisten. Their nares are visibly trembling, flaring in and out and shivering as they stubbornly fight on. They know that when they start, they won't be able to stop. They don't want to take a break yet! They do everything they can think of to stop their nose from misbehaving: pressing their tongue to the roof of their mouth, clenching their teeth, rubbing it on their sleeve, but it's all futile. They may as well be a ticking time bomb.

A minute passes. The doll's nose is squirming every which way despite their best efforts, tears of sneezy desperation dripping down their cheeks. They can't last much longer-

Their master calls for them by name and they hurry over, hands clasped as they try to ask, "Wh-huhht i-is it, b'master? I- I'b here to serve!" without interruption.

Their Shadow tilts their head slowly, observing their itchy, trembling expression. It's a battle of wills from second to second, and they wonder just when their doll won't be able to hold it back anymore. "Come closer."

The doll shuffles closer. "Like this?"

"Closer."

"Here?"

"Even closer."

"Like this?"

"Mmhm. Now, lean in."

The doll bends at the waist, following the instructions without question, till the tip of their nose is a hair's breadth away from the top of their master's head.

"Now..." Their tone of collected calmness does not betray their excitement. "Release."

"eeeiiIIHH'CHUUUU!" The sneeze explodes out of them before their master has even finished the word, bopping their nose against their master's dark-as-night hair, fine tendrils extending past their hypersensitive nostrils and tickling them without mercy. The doll collapses into a terribly messy sneezing fit but remains obedient through it all, not trying to touch their face, not attempting to cover, letting the mess rain down on their master without interference.

When they're finally done they stagger to their knees, exhausted, dropping their head into their master's lap and letting out one final sneeze against their thigh.

"Veeeery good," their Shadow speaks, gently placing one hand on their head and stroking their hair. They take a deep, slow inhale, exhaling a sigh of utter contentment. "That was perfect."

#snz #scenario #if you don't watch/read shadows house you're really missing out #soot sneezes #allergies #inducing #?#idk what exactly to call this #mess

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