[Accidental Video]
[Late at night, on his own again... England is staring into the mirror once more when the feed flickers again, turning itself on. This time, it's behind him, a direct view of the mirror, a reflection of that mixed, reverent yet fearful expression on his face. He's staring... what he sees seems to sink into the mirror...
Surely it's just his own reflection. But the way... there's something about how the shoulders carry themselves that he's almost certain is not in his actual stance. A glint in his reflection's eyes he hasn't seen in himself for years. And it flickers more, the clothes changing, robed in grace, in power, in status. A face that has yet to show the burdens of time, the eventual loss of all magnificence.
And there's desire there too... desire that he can't help but allow to be mirrored in his own eyes, because both seem to only want the same thing...
Eyes flicker again, off himself, and on the reflection. He notices the watch, whirling around, staring at it fearfully, as this happens yet again-! A tense shiver to his shoulders, a show of paranoia as he darts for the watch, temporarily losing sense in what others will see, only thinking, 'who has seen?!'. Like something wants them all to see.
A moment more of the bewildered glance before he looks away, throwing the watch across the room.] This goddamn piece of...!
[It hits the wall, unbroken, still watching. And he yells indistinctly, hysterically, before storming back over and shutting it himself angrily.]
Surely it's just his own reflection. But the way... there's something about how the shoulders carry themselves that he's almost certain is not in his actual stance. A glint in his reflection's eyes he hasn't seen in himself for years. And it flickers more, the clothes changing, robed in grace, in power, in status. A face that has yet to show the burdens of time, the eventual loss of all magnificence.
And there's desire there too... desire that he can't help but allow to be mirrored in his own eyes, because both seem to only want the same thing...
Eyes flicker again, off himself, and on the reflection. He notices the watch, whirling around, staring at it fearfully, as this happens yet again-! A tense shiver to his shoulders, a show of paranoia as he darts for the watch, temporarily losing sense in what others will see, only thinking, 'who has seen?!'. Like something wants them all to see.
A moment more of the bewildered glance before he looks away, throwing the watch across the room.] This goddamn piece of...!
[It hits the wall, unbroken, still watching. And he yells indistinctly, hysterically, before storming back over and shutting it himself angrily.]