Unveiling Kiraa: A West African Princess Doll Celebrating Afro-Textured Beauty
Introduction: Embark on a captivating journey with The Nubian Princesses as we introduce you to Kiraa, a model-featured doll whose story unfolds from the vibrant tapestry of West Africa. Kiraa isn’t just a doll; she’s a celebration of cultural richness, diversity, and the inherent beauty of Afro-textured hair. Join us as we delve into the enchanting world of Kiraa, an African princess doll who…
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Little regulus black with an array of porcelain dolls with dresses similar to the ones he’s forced into for public appearances and dead eyes with long lashes just like his own. He earns one every time hes good when Sirius is not. He earns one when Sirius embarrasses the family and he doesn’t. He’s only six and he doesn’t know why this makes Sirius mad.
Sirius is ignoring him. Regulus looks through his dolls and picks one with long black hair and gray eyes darker than his own. He throws its dress off to the side and takes the boy clothes off a dressed teddy bear and redress the doll. He shows it to Sirius and tells him the name he gave it. ‘I named this one Sirius, Siri. He looks just like you.’
When Sirius is mad at him, which happens more and more as they get older and regulus doesn’t know why, he holds his smaller Sirius close and pets it’s hair. He talks to it, tells it the sort of secrets he used to tell the real Sirius. It’s good he learned to do that, because he’s nine now and real Sirius is leaving for hogwarts.
Sirius has been gone for a month and regulus has quickly learned to never let the one he owns go. Little Sirius goes with him everywhere, they do everything together. Little Sirius gets told all the things future regulus will learn to put into a diary, little Sirius attends meals and sits in regulus’ lap, little Sirius gets tucked into bed and his hair brushed everyday, little Sirius’ face paint gets blotchy with all the tears soaking into it these days. Regulus feels awful one night when he apologizes to his doll and he admits he still likes real Sirius more. He hopes little Sirius understands.
Sirius comes back for Christmas and mothers still angry he’s in gryffindor. Regulus can’t find it in himself to care because he’s home. He’s shaking with excitement when Sirius and father step into their home and he crushes him in a hug. Sirius is happy to see him too, later in the night when mother isn’t yelling at him. They stay up and talk like regulus does with little Sirius. He brings little Sirius to the talk and real Sirius laughs at him, saying he’s right here, why do you need the doll? Regulus pouts and hugs it closer. Sirus scoffs and talks about hogwarts. Hogwarts, hogwarts, hogwarts. James, James, James.
Sirius leaves when his break is over and regulus misses him even more. He holds his hand tight while they wait for the train. When it pulls in with a gust of red, glittering smoke, Sirius is pushing him away to run aboard it. Regulus has been alone plenty of times in his life. He has never felt more alone before now. He tells little Sirius that he doesn’t like hogwarts. He doesn’t want to go anymore.
Sirus doesn’t come home from spring. He sends regulus a letter, mother doesn’t let him read it. Regulus doesn’t want to anyway.
Sirius is home for summer. He’s mad. He yells at regulus, he ignores regulus, he pushes regulus, he locks him in his room. He’s done these things before, regulus has never hated him for it. He hates him for it now. Late in the night after real Sirius threw him out of his room, glaring and telling regulus hes not a baby and doesn’t need regulus to talk to him about every fight he has with mother anymore and that regulus is the baby for crying about it, regulus cries to little Sirius and tells him he’s sorry again but now he likes little regulus more than real Sirius. Again, he hopes he understands.
Sirius goes to a different house for the rest of summer. Regulus is angry. He has to leave for school. This isn’t for school. He just hates them. Them. That used to be mother and father. Now it’s regulus too. Well, regulus hates them too. James and Sirius.
Regulus is ten. He still sleeps with little Sirius. He still takes good care of him, like real Sirius used to do for him when he was small and real Sirius still loved him. Real Sirius has been gone at his second year for a few months. Regulus pretended he didn’t notice. He comes back for Christmas and he pretends he can’t see regulus. Regulus hates this game.
He doesn’t see Sirius again until summer. He’s holding little Sirius when he asks real Sirius if he’s going to be leaving again. Real Sirius tells him yes. Yes, he’s going to leave. He hopes he never has to come back. He hates this house. He hates them. He like hogwarts, he likes James. Regulus feels the tears burning his eyes and Sirius just stares at him. He’s going to say something but regulus is already running away.
He goes to his room and he locks the door this time. He’s angry. He’s more angry than he’s ever been. He yells and he kicks things. Father can’t hear him from his study and mother will think it’s Sirius. He doesn’t care. They don’t care. No one cares. Not even Sirius.
Regulus looks at his only, small friend made of porcelain and delusions and he throws it at his door as hard as he can. Its head explodes into dust and rolling gray eyes. Serves it right. Serves him right.
Regulus cleans up his mess before mother and father can be upset with him. They don’t take notice to its absence at the table later. They’d been wanting him to kick the habit anyway, with him going off to hogwarts in two months and all.
Regulus goes ti bed after dinner. He feels empty. Just like the inside of little Sirius’ head turned out to be. He sits up and slowly makes his way to the garbage. He grabs the cotton body. The arms and legs are still in tact besides a missing finger. The head hole is leaking yarn cuttings and lined with sharp porcelain. Regulus cuts his finger pulling it all out. He cuts a whole in his nightshirt and used the small bit of fabric to patch over the leaking head. He pokes his fingers doing that too. He brushes the skull dust off of the little dolls clothes, getting a few small dots of blood soaked into the collar, and sits it on his dresser. He stares at it for a little while. It’s very late and the sun is coming up soon.
He leaves his room and wanders downstairs. The house is even more quiet than usual. He see real Sirius sitting at the table. They stare at each other. Sirius says he’s waiting for nine o clock. Regulus asks why, his voice is raw and it hurts. Sirius isn’t looking at him when he says it’s because he’s going to james’ house then. Regulus turns around and goes to bed, headless doll tucked under his arm beneath the covers. Tears soak into the broken doll’s cloths as regulus hugs it like a life line, choking and sobbing agaisnt it as if he can only breathe when through the plush body.
‘I hate him, I hate him, I hate him…’
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