Selection: "mirror, blurry, nimble"
Setting: none, really.
Character POV: Vaako
Rating: PG-13
Summary: How the man really feels.
Notes: ...I have no idea what to think of this. o___o *is sick and completely out of it*
He lived in lies and conspiratorial bliss, bathing in pools of blood and social immortality, writhing in orgies of the dead and those already damned. He was nimble enough to kill swiftly and effectively, but never enough to call himself a man.
The Mirror that his wife seemed so attached to further enforced his point; what more could be revealed by It other than her shallow beauty? The Mirror could not lie to her, yet for him, It posed nothing other than a threat to his identity.
Constantly blurred by gore, Vaako’s eyes had never envisioned a more imperfect life.
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>>; did I do that right?