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'Tis rather inconvenient like this. +

Who: You! !oot ,uoy dnA
Where: Wonderland, both Real and Mirror side
When: June 3 to June 10
Rating: PG-13, will vary by thread, warnings for higher ratings appreciated
Summary: A catch-all log for Mirrors and Reals during the reverse espionage event. Anything from Mirrors leading their daily lives, over Reals reacting to the show, to Reals and Mirrors exchanging messages goes here. Just label your locations and sides accordingly!
The Story:

Your own medicine is worth twice the sweetness in the bush, that is what they say! Here is my plan, now make sure you listen well, or you get it wrong, and then I would need to pair you all up, for only two even wrongs set my head back on right, and we've no time for such things, no time at all, do we?

As mighty as the sharpest blade, as stout as the hardest shield, a spool of thread woven from hearts of gold. It must exist, and I must have it! She'll do worse to my head if I search, but you'll help, won't you? I will let you see, and you will be my eyes! All good things come tomorrow - then I'll let you see, and you'll be my eyes, and when it's all done you'll use your own mouths to tell my personal ears all you know, won't you?

All of Wonderland's mirrors are suddenly working in reverse. The Real side can see everything, and the Mirror side is left with nothing but their own reflections. Details of the event can be found here.

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[ That firm grip is all it takes for her to already regret her words. Maybe she shouldn't have been so honest - maybe it was time to try something else that might not land her in a worse situation than what she'd had. She lets him look over her wrist, taking in a shaky breath. ]

I couldn't -- I wanted... [ No, no. No time for talks of desires for independence. Or is it. ] I I just wanted to be able to have a little -- [ Time for herself? There's no easy way to explain it without it backfiring. ] It was f-foolish.

[He brushes his thumb along the welts in her wrist, the tortured skin that so suffered from being freed from its proper binding. His free hand strokes her hair, combing it gently.]

Your instincts are often foolish. That's why we agreed that you'd trust me, isn't it? Have I done something to change that? Haven't I always been kind to you, Darcy?

[ She swallows hard, not sure how to answer that. Yes, he'd been kind - more than kind... He'd been good to her and she didn't know how to deal with it. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. She can't help but turn herself further into him, into the familiar warmth and touch - ignoring the hiss of pain that wants to escape at the touch. Her words muffle slightly as her head adjusts to bury further into his shirt. ]

Yes, you have. But you were also tracking me and I -- I just... after everything. I g-got scared.

You shouldn't be scared. Not of me. Not of anything. Fear makes us weak. And didn't I tell you you'd never have to worry when you were close to me?

[He kisses the top of her head, letting her cuddle as much as she'd like.]

Something else happened, though. There must be some reason you came back.

I know. I-I wasn't thinking... I -- [ She wants to make herself look small, to shrink until she was almost non-existent. To just melt into the chair and be invisible. She doesn't want to answer the question, not sure how he'll take it. ]

Someone offered to help me with the bracelet, but it -- it -- [ She cracks, body shaking as the words leave her and a sob takes over. ]

[He shushes softly, cradling her and rubbing her back.]

Someone touched you. But you'd gone away from me so I couldn't keep you safe. Is that what happened?

[ She doesn't fight the comfort, breath refusing to even out. But, it doesn't stop her from trying to talk - from answering the question. Not that he really needed an answer. ]

I'm s-s-sorry I left -- [ That much is genuine. She pulls back slightly so she can look in his eyes, lower lip trembling. ] It hurt... I-it hurt so much.

Tell me who hurt you, Darcy. I'll make everything right again.

[Nobody touches his things and gets away with it.]

[ There's a shake of her head in a quick no at his request before breaking his gaze and letting her hair face back into her face... Maybe not a request, but all the same. She doesn't want to say the name, doesn't want to possibly unleash a fury that could destroy more than just its target or vice versa. Ray had that bit of a mad science genius type of vibe to him, as well. She didn't want to see what would happen if the two of them ever went toe-to-toe.

Just like she didn't want to see what would happen if they found common ground. ]

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[She's silent... That doesn't bode well. But Darcy is silent more often than not.]

You're worried. That's all right. You can tell me once you're comfortable again.

[He leans back, letting her get as comfortable as she'd like.]

But you won't run off on your own again, will you? I can't bear the thought of you finding trouble again.

[ She's grateful that he doesn't press her for the name. It's not like she'd have held out for long, but still... It works well towards her wanting to trust him completely.

Just like she wants to believe there's sincerity in his not wanting to see her hurt. She moves as he leans back, ignoring protests from her aching muscles. She needs the physical contact - the reminder that she's safe. Or as close to safe as she can get. A leg gingerly rests on his, almost draping over as she settles more against his chest. ] I won't run again, I promise.

I don't want m-more trouble.

You're not ready yet. You're still a work in progress. You'll learn to fend for yourself in time, but you're still not there yet. Maybe eventually...

[The hair-stroking persists, though it's a bit more like petting now.]

Would you like me to replace your bracelet, dear?

[ Was this going to be the life she's chosen? To be pet and looked after like a kept cat? She doesn't want to know what he's got in mind for her, what twisted plans she could possibly fit into... but something told her she might not it. That it wouldn't be sweet and caring.

There's a hesitation with her answer, not wanting to go back through having a tracker again when she'd just had it removed. When she'd lost a part of herself in the process. ]

I'm... I'm not sure.

What's not to be sure about? It was a lovely bracelet. I thought you'd appreciated it...

[She hadn't vocalized the tracker, and for all appearances he's not acknowledging there was even one there.]

Did you hate it, Darcy? Don't you enjoy my gifts?

No, no I didn't hate it. It was beautiful, I just...

[ There's was no way for her to try and dance around the topic and she was too concerned with his alternate methods of keeping tabs on her, but still -- ]

He said -- [ Oh sugar cookies. She can hear her blood pounding in her ears as she tries to keep talking. ] It was more than a thoughtful gift.

But why would that be bothersome? If it's beyond thoughtful, doesn't that make it better?

Darcy, I love you as much as I've ever loved anyone. [Semantics. He was only created a few months ago.] Isn't it enough for you?

You're right, I'm sorry. [ And that L-word is enough to cement her by his side - that feeling of belonging and adoration... Even if it's not real. She'll take it for now. Shes just a little too dumbfounded to say it back. So she'll return it with a soft kiss and even softer words. ]

It is and I'd like a new bracelet, please.

You're just saying that...

[He looks away from her, brows furrowed.]

I went through all the trouble of making sure it held on to you, so it couldn't fall off and get lost... I'd do everything for you, but you're still unhappy.

You don't want me anymore.

[ Well, if he was trying to manipulate her into feeling guilty for attempting to help herself out of an unhealthy situation... It worked. His words cut deep and she moves, despite her body's protests. Darcy puts herself in his lap, straddling him as fresh tears roll down her cheek.

She needed to fix this, needed to make sure he didn't feel unwanted - something she was far too familiar with. ]

I'm sorry -- I- I was scared. I've never... No one has ever done so much for me. I didn't-- [ Her small frame trembles, fingers clinging to him like a lifeline. ] Please.... I want you, I'm sorry. I love you.

[ And then words tumble out that she immediately regrets, whispered against his lips. ] Le-let me prove it to you.

[He holds her as she moves, welcoming her body against his. She's such a curious little creature, so frail. It shouldn't be this easy, though it's fascinating to see the Queen's creation at work. Perhaps this one was just set here to appease them. To give them some form of entertainment while they live here in their collective cage. It's not the worst way to spend an afternoon.]

You... aren't just saying that? This is something genuine?

[He kisses the mouth already touching his, a hand raising to brush the tears away from her cheeks.]

You could start with honesty. Tell me what you've been through while you were away.

[ There was prey and there were predators. It would be an interesting dynamic if she'd been on the opposite end of the spectrum, however she wasn't quite so fortunate. She'd tried to stand on her own two feet and look what it had gotten her. She needed to repair what she'd broken. Mend the protection she'd shyed away from. Her words are murmured into the kiss, almost giving a sigh of relief at the reciprocation. ]

I mean it.

[ That sigh is short lived, body tensing with the request. She didn't want to talk about it, didn't want to say aloud what had happened behind closed doors - the trauma still fresh in her mind. Something told her she wouldn't be able to avoid it forever. Better to get it over with, right? It made sense if she just kept telling herself that. ] He offered to help me, took me to his office. I'd seen him before - I- I thought... [ She takes a shaky breath, pulling back slightly so her head can dip - squeezing her eyes shut. ] I t-think he wants my real. I got away from him, but -- I'm scared.

He was using you to get to someone else. Someone who doesn't even matter.

[He scowls darkly at that.]

Take off your clothes and show me where you've been injured. You'll need tending to.

[And then he can work on getting the rest out of her, so he can get to murdering.]

[ She doesn't want to move from her position, definitely doesn't want to strip... But she'd already defied him enough for the past few days. So, she silently moves at the request, leaving his lap to cross the room. Her movements are slow and ginger, trying to get out of view of her own reflection.

It takes her a little bit, but she doesn't ask for help - first removing the blouse, then the skirt, the shoes, and the tights. Her perfect light pink and gray ensemble to cover the injuries as best she could. When she's down to nothing but her bra and panties, she finally turns from the corner to look at him. Although she presses herself against the wall rather than moving closer. There's a smattering of bruises across her body - a mixture of angry marks, handprints on her hips, hickeys, and one lone bite mark - although the bruising seems to be mostly on her thighs, ankles, and wrists.

She'd bandaged the cuts on her abdomen and while it wasn't the best - it had done the job. Nervously, she brushes her hair forward so it falls back over her shoulders to cover some of the wounds before lightly wrapping her arms around herself with a small wince. ]

[His eyes narrow at the sight of her. She's been taken in a very specific way, for an obvious purpose.

She doesn't approach, so he comes to her. He tilts her chin up, but doesn't take hold of any of her bruised places.]

The person who did this will be made to pay. But it won't be today. I want you to think long and hard about the way you feel right now. The way he made you feel. Never forget that emotion. It was an injustice. Let it make you angry. Let that anger simmer until it becomes a fury. Revenge is best served cold, and we'll have forever to enact it.

[ She'd gotten away before he could continue, taking advantage of his distraction with something... or someone. There's a temptation to follow his advice and let the rage and hurt fester within her - but she'd seen how that ended. She didn't want to lose herself to it. To become one of the monsters.

Biting her lower lip, she lets her eyes meet his. There's doubt, but she doesn't voice it. Doesn't say that she doesn't think she can do what he's asking he to do. Instead, her hands move to lightly rest on his sides and gives a nod into his hand. ]

I'll try. I- I promise.

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