The Mirror
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
The Mirror:
Face Yourself in the Mirror.
You looked into the mirror and you saw you were covered in blood, and there was something wrong. The boy looked back with a smile, a grin filled not with joy and exuberance, but of evil. You had seen such a smile before, and you had worn it.
"Like what you see?" The mirror looked back at you, and you crossed his arms and smiled. He then started moving his hands down the blood and groaned, and you knew it was the same type of groan that Cersei would make when you both… experimented. "What would dear sister see if she saw you like this? Would she be disgusted? Horrified? Or intrigued and want you more than anything else in the world?"
Pleasure and happiness. You opened your eyes and saw Cersei standing before you. "Jaime, it's safe now, we can finally be together now."
She embraced you, kissing you, and for a brief moment, you wanted it to continue. But something in your mind wanted you to stop. Wanted her to stop.
"Cersei." You moaned, and that was enough to give her pause. "Stop."
"What's wrong with you? We were meant to be together, always." She whispered before she tried to kiss you. But you didn't want this. You remembered the promise you made to Mother. "Just accept what you are."
"But I don't-"
You are whatever you choose to be Jaime, remember that. You then heard your mother's voice, and then there was only you again, facing the doppelganger of blood.He was frowning, as if something was wrong.
"Oh boo hoo. Why is it that Mother's words still hold sway, she is dead! You had your choice, and you made it when you declared your love!"
The mirror lunged forward and you were grabbed and thrown through the glass.
You fell into a water puddle and you saw it was up to your ankles, you were wearing your red clothes, Lannister colors, and…
Brightroar at your side?
You saw its red leather handle, with a lion's head and valyrian steel glistening in the light. It had been gone for centuries, but you knew it wasn't real.
But you had seen the portrait of Tommon before he sailed through the doom. The same as it had been in those paintings and it's memories.
You drew it and looked around, and saw yourself, bloodied, becoming more a shade of darkness cloaked in blood and smoke and steam, as he stepped into the water, and it boiled in it's ever step. "You should not exist, you are an abomination of what we are?"
"Than what am I?!" You demanded.
"What are you?"
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Face Yourself in the Mirror.
You looked into the mirror and you saw you were covered in blood, and there was something wrong. The boy looked back with a smile, a grin filled not with joy and exuberance, but of evil. You had seen such a smile before, and you had worn it.
"Like what you see?" The mirror looked back at you, and you crossed his arms and smiled. He then started moving his hands down the blood and groaned, and you knew it was the same type of groan that Cersei would make when you both… experimented. "What would dear sister see if she saw you like this? Would she be disgusted? Horrified? Or intrigued and want you more than anything else in the world?"
Pleasure and happiness. You opened your eyes and saw Cersei standing before you. "Jaime, it's safe now, we can finally be together now."
She embraced you, kissing you, and for a brief moment, you wanted it to continue. But something in your mind wanted you to stop. Wanted her to stop.
"Cersei." You moaned, and that was enough to give her pause. "Stop."
"What's wrong with you? We were meant to be together, always." She whispered before she tried to kiss you. But you didn't want this. You remembered the promise you made to Mother. "Just accept what you are."
"But I don't-"
You are whatever you choose to be Jaime, remember that. You then heard your mother's voice, and then there was only you again, facing the doppelganger of blood.He was frowning, as if something was wrong.
"Oh boo hoo. Why is it that Mother's words still hold sway, she is dead! You had your choice, and you made it when you declared your love!"
The mirror lunged forward and you were grabbed and thrown through the glass.
You fell into a water puddle and you saw it was up to your ankles, you were wearing your red clothes, Lannister colors, and…
Brightroar at your side?
You saw its red leather handle, with a lion's head and valyrian steel glistening in the light. It had been gone for centuries, but you knew it wasn't real.
But you had seen the portrait of Tommon before he sailed through the doom. The same as it had been in those paintings and it's memories.
You drew it and looked around, and saw yourself, bloodied, becoming more a shade of darkness cloaked in blood and smoke and steam, as he stepped into the water, and it boiled in it's ever step. "You should not exist, you are an abomination of what we are?"
"Than what am I?!" You demanded.
"What are you?"
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