♥ [02]

[stillthequeen]

[The Queen is staring at a mirror. And for one he isn't wearing his usual smile. No, instead he seems on the verge of anger and watches the reflection in the mirror with narrowed eyes.

What is there is not him, but a black shape; seemingly shaped like him but only vaguely human-like. It is scratching at the mirror as if trying to get out before it

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[notmemories]

... are you okay?

[stillthequeen]

Yes, of course.

[notmemories]

That's seven years of bad luck, you know.

[stillthequeen]

Pardon me?

[notmemories]

You know, the superstition.

Break a mirror and you're cursed with seven years of bad luck.

[stillthequeen]

Is that so? Well, we'll just have to see about that.

[notmemories]

Not a believer, huh?

[stillthequeen]

In such superstitions? No, certainly not.

[notmemories]

Still, it wouldn't hurt to keep an eye out.

[stillthequeen]

I will, you ease your mind, miss.

[notmemories]

Tifa. Not 'miss'.

[stillthequeen]

It's a pleasure to meet you. I am the Queen of Hearts.

[notmemories]

... you mean King?

[stillthequeen]

No.

1/2

[notmemories]

... oh.

[notmemories]

Queen of Hearts it is, then!