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 Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 2:01 pm
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Glass orbs of light dangled down from chains fixed to the ceiling, casting a warm light around his room. Brand wished, not for the first time, that he could cause things like flame or lightning. No luck; his psychonaut lineage didn't allow for it. If he wanted to light the candles inside the glass orbs, he had to recruit one of his fire-bearing minipets. Particularly a bird. It worked well enough, he supposed.
He stood in front of the three floor to ceiling mirrors that allowed him a view of every angle. He was turning, admiring the way the fabric fell, and the perfect style he'd achieved for his hair. Basically, he was being vain.
Braziers on bronze chains hung down one on the left and on the right, with sticks of lit incense; the lotus smoke that burned, however, was making the room fill with a warm pink cloud overhead. The more he breathed in, the more of his cheshire smile returned. Brand was very out of it, which made him very happy, especially with the way the red sequins glinted in the dim, warm light on the tails of his coat.
He could just imagine this, on stage, once he graduated and he could return home.
At times, he swore that he felt someone watching him somehow. It didn't feel unpleasant, though. In fact, he kind of preened now and then, thinking it to be true.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 11:50 am
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Violetta Webbs was a mirror spirit; one who spent a abnormal amount of time in a closed spaces. Every mirror had its own closed space, a room that was only accessible through that specific mirror, and each one was different. Violetta haunted many mirrors through-out the school, mirrors that she had found exceptionable in one way another.
She did not know why she liked this particular one, nor did she really understand why some closed spaces where more agreeable than others. Though she was sure it came down to who owned said mirror, where as the mirrors in the bathrooms felt rather conflicted and chaotic, mirrors belonging to vain and confident students always seemed to feel more relaxing.
One of these exceptional mirrors could be found in the room of Brand.
She had grown accustom to the company of Brand himself, she had come to learn his movements and mimic them flawlessly. He often talked to his reflection, and in a strange way that meant that he talked to her too, asking her rhetorical questions and letting her in on all his schemes and thoughts, Some might call it spying, however to her it was nothing more than a tool she used to remain unseen. She has grown found of their arrangement, and did not want to change the dynamics of their co-existence.
Today was like any other, he and she were doing their daily dance, through today something... unexpected happened.
Today was the day she just so happened to sneeze and break the façade once and for all. Wearing his face she covered her mouth, his reflection acting on its own. When her eyes opened they had returned to their lilac state, the iris's completely alien to brands handsome face.
She paused.
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And quickly matched his stance once more.
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