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entrancelogs2008-10-18 11:39 pm
cryopathic.livejournal.com) wrote in entrancelogs2008-10-18 11:39 pm
Entry tags:
you're not the one but you're the only one
Who: Vexen ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cyrophilia and Mirror!Saix [pacifydivine]
Where Mirrorside.
When: Simultaneously with the events of this post.
Rating: R-13 for slight gore, I guess~
Summary: Vexen, in a minor crisis on the other side of the mirrors, is just in time to see Saix run into one of his own-- but the berserker's mirror think's otherwise. Comment tags.
the Story:
[It had happened by chance-- walking past a mirror in the hallway, Vexen had gotten a glimpse of a--fight? He wasn't sure, but there had been enough blood to make him yank Kobato harshly down a different corridor, before she could see it. But one important detail had mattered:
It was on the other side of the mirrors.
That led him to wonder, then, if anyone on the mansion's real side could see them from where they were, trapped on the reverse of the glass. He'd tried searching for a hallway with people in it, people who might chance a look at the glass-- but either they weren't looking, or they failed to notice.
He tried writing on the glass with a half-dried out pen he found in his pocket... only to find, once they'd circled around, that someone else had wiped the letters off.
It didn't take them long to find out what.
He winces, gripping his side with a shaky hand. The mirror-- Maxwell Carrigan, he won't be forgetting that soon-- obviously hadn't aimed to kill, if the fact that he was still breathing was any indication. He'd shot Vexen in the side, and in the arm, effectively disabling him from casting anything useful (though not before he'd gotten off a good spell or two).
At least Kobato ran when he'd told her to. He hopes the man didn't chase after her. Now, unfortunately, Saix isn't having the sense to do the same.
He'd used his own blood to write that one, morbid, but it works. Where he's curled up on the floor, though, it's hardly any help. Damn idiot.
He raises his hand, ready to write again.]
cyrophilia and Mirror!Saix [pacifydivine]Where Mirrorside.
When: Simultaneously with the events of this post.
Rating: R-13 for slight gore, I guess~
Summary: Vexen, in a minor crisis on the other side of the mirrors, is just in time to see Saix run into one of his own-- but the berserker's mirror think's otherwise. Comment tags.
the Story:
[It had happened by chance-- walking past a mirror in the hallway, Vexen had gotten a glimpse of a--fight? He wasn't sure, but there had been enough blood to make him yank Kobato harshly down a different corridor, before she could see it. But one important detail had mattered:
It was on the other side of the mirrors.
That led him to wonder, then, if anyone on the mansion's real side could see them from where they were, trapped on the reverse of the glass. He'd tried searching for a hallway with people in it, people who might chance a look at the glass-- but either they weren't looking, or they failed to notice.
He tried writing on the glass with a half-dried out pen he found in his pocket... only to find, once they'd circled around, that someone else had wiped the letters off.
It didn't take them long to find out what.
He winces, gripping his side with a shaky hand. The mirror-- Maxwell Carrigan, he won't be forgetting that soon-- obviously hadn't aimed to kill, if the fact that he was still breathing was any indication. He'd shot Vexen in the side, and in the arm, effectively disabling him from casting anything useful (though not before he'd gotten off a good spell or two).
At least Kobato ran when he'd told her to. He hopes the man didn't chase after her. Now, unfortunately, Saix isn't having the sense to do the same.
He'd used his own blood to write that one, morbid, but it works. Where he's curled up on the floor, though, it's hardly any help. Damn idiot.
He raises his hand, ready to write again.]
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It's beyond his control, but he's not the type to maintain a grudge due to that. When someone was pestered and hounded, it was only natural they'd prefer to avoid the cause of their problems, and anything that looked like them.
The next question has the mirror shaking his head, however, in gentle, slight movements.]
His heart, his freedom, and a way, any way, to claim them both.
[A soft frown as the mirror considers the fact of things.]
He is only in this for his own benefit, but he won't destroy something, or someone, if it's useful to him. You and Kobato included. He won't intend to, at least.
[Whether it will happen without the intention being there is another matter. It looked as though it could.
Hopefully, answering the questions would redress the balance.]
You can trust him with your safety, but don't trust him with your heart.
[It's a quiet plea, because this Saix couldn't bear to see Vexen broken by his original.]
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When he finally speaks, his words are flat-- not from lack of emotion, but too much of it.]
I'll keep... that in mind.
[...It seems to be all he can say, really. What else can he add? Hearts are stupid things, and he's having difficulty reconciling the fact that Saix isn't the one he's come to know with the sharp recognition making his chest thrum every time he's near. Even the mirror's causing it-- though he's far more understandable, given how much closer his behavior approximates the former Saix's.
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He understands, he really does. He knows about the relationship Vexen had previously had with another Saix, it was difficult not to when people on this side remembered a Saix that was a fawning puppy. How hard it had to be to look at someone with the face, and voice, and smell of someone you'd loved, and know that they weren't that person any more.
Worse, that they were much more likely to use you than love you.]
Don't mention it.
[He watches Vexen slip into unconsciousness, and then continues on his way. He'll clean as much of the blood away as he can, too. He wouldn't want Kobato to panic when he found her.]