and it's an even song, it's a melody (open)

[ofletters]

Who: Sam Winchester, Mirror!Sam, Daenerys Targaryen, Snow White, Mirror!Snow, Ellie and YOU
Where: Various! You name it and I'll match!
When: July 16-23
Rating: PG-13, will update if needed
Summary: CATCH-ALL FOR THE EVENT, assume there will be shenanigans
The Story: ( it's a battle cry, it's a symphony )

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[avaricity]

[A new arrival shows up in Wonderland, and so a Mirror must be created to keep the balance. A lesser mirror might be crippled by the knowledge that they were just created to serve the Queen of Hearts while having a lifetime of memories in their head that contradict that very fact. Whether or not the memories truly happened isn't the important thing, the magic, the power he remembers having is.

Glory to the Queen of Hearts.

(Even if he could be considered anything but loyal, he certainly isn't stupid.)

Prince Charming's Mirror, the Adversary, the Emperor, the Maharaja, whatever you want to call him, steps through the glass with ease minutes after he springs into existence. The Queen's mission is of no importance to him, his counterpart wouldn't know sentimentality if it hit him in the face, after all.

He spots Snow a short way down the hall, a grin plastering itself on his bearded face. If his heavy footsteps don't draw her attention, what he says certainly might.]

Hello, darling.

[onevice]

[ Snow doesn't want to call him any of those things. The Adversary from her world is an entirely different perfect, of course, and she's been perfectly content to have all that at arm's length for as long as she's been in Wonderland. "All that" herein meaning a number of unpleasant things, one of them being... ]

Charming? [ She's half-turned when she hears the footsteps, eyes widening as she scans the face of a man she knows. ... But. But, for as little as she cares to see her ex-husband, she knows him. Knows his face (had been married to him for quite some time, after all). Her breath hitches, then her gaze narrows to something sharp, suspicious. ]

... No. Who are you?

[avaricity]

[He clucks his tongue just once. Disappointing, Snow.] You were half right the first time. [The Mirror at least has the decency to refrain from another term of endearment, if only because the original one had the desired effect.] A bright girl like you? You'll figure it out.

[If anything, he's traded (some of) the flirtation for condescension, if his tone is anything to go by. But when your memories tell you you're the ruler of all that is, it comes as naturally as breathing. An eyebrow quirks.]

Or do you need a hint?

[onevice]

I know you're his Mirror. [ Her nose wrinkles; one Charming is bad enough and she isn't sure what to expect from the fake who wears his face. ] I meant, what are you?

[ Which version? He seems more like Bluebeard, really, or even worse than that. She stands her ground, unswayed by his manner, stalwart in the face of the unknown. ]

Whatever you think you've done, it isn't real, you know. You're only one of the Queen of Hearts' pawns.

[avaricity]

[Her, frankly rude, question goes ignored because -] Is this your plan? To demoralize the Mirrors with reality? Because sweetheart, [He leans in, intimately close as if he's planning to kiss her. Thankfully, he goes right past her lips to her ear. Still a disturbingly intimate gesture, but hey it could be worse.] it isn't the memories you need to worry about.

[He just does not move after that.]

[onevice]

[ She jerks back immediately, almost slaps him, but doesn't. Wants to keep her distance more than anything, strikes a strongly defiant pose a step or two away from his sneer. ]

Don't "sweetheart" me. [ ugh. ] I'm not worried about whatever you're up to; there isn't much you can do here, on the Mirror side or otherwise.