corona: (‣ goddamn she's touching my shit!!)
rapunzel of corona ([personal profile] corona) wrote in [community profile] estoria 2016-02-14 08:12 am (UTC)

Here.

[ It's a piece of blue and white cloth torn from dangerously unsuitable pyjamas, faded and dusty but otherwise clean.

In perhaps her most passably helpful move in all four days of this hell, Rapunzel steps back after the offering is made and retreats to a darker corner of the mirrored room where each angled corner of glass comes to a centre point. Light scatters her image over the mirrors, papering wide green eyes over Leon's blue ones. Her head drops slowly to one side as she stares at him with absolutely no trace of emotion whatsoever. It's an uncanny imitation of the feather-printed mask still hanging at her hip despite the fractures in its surface.

Also there's blood on her cheek??

After reflecting her hair and vacant eyes, the surrounding surfaces begin to show a fuzzy combination of light and swirling shapes: nauseating and overwhelming, but made largely of impressions - feelings and sounds, nothing more. Her most traumatic memory is incomplete even here, but for a brief moment it's overpowering his own.

She smiles blankly. ]


Don't be afraid, Leon. [ Recalling his name from the network a few days ago, but only barely. ] None of this is real.

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