Who: Allen Walker (
walk_into_light), Garrus Vakarian (
turian_honor), and Romana (
the2nd_romana)
When: Mid-afternoon.
Where: The library.
Rating: Maybe PG.
Summary: Allen doesn't want to be alone right now - but the company he ends up with might not be so agreeable either...
Warnings: Scary/depressing mirror-stuff, Garrus-reflection's anger issues XD
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The longer this went on, the more he found himself thinking like the child he saw in the mirror. )
Which entailed finding these people, the ones he cared for. The child, the little family, a few other scattered children, the twin... the dark-haired man... But none of them had announced a location. Not yet anyway.
So it went to the library, following the small form with the barely audible clack of too-long talons on the floor.
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"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all," he murmured to himself, shivering a little. It felt like there were eyes on him, watching him, but he was pretty sure it was just another reflection. "Nobody's here, so..." Maybe I'll just go back to my room...
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Its voice was turian--dual toned, slightly rough--but not the turian those at the asylum had come to know. It was deeper, more ragged. And Garrus' eyes had never glowed that electric blue before.
It was close now, advancing casually, every movement that of a lean, hungry predator.
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"Garrus' reflection. What do you want?" Desperately he wished for his Innocence, that familiar cross glowing green on the back of his left hand and giving him something to at least defend himself with if need be. But his Innocence hadn't glowed since he arrived here and he knew his physical strength alone wouldn't be nearly enough to fight off a turian.
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"You're afraid..." it said, its head listing to the side in a birdlike motion. The question was ignored. "I can see your other self... Why are you afraid of me...? He cares so much. Why wouldn't I?"
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That taloned hand so close to his face - his scar, even, which was already aching a little in sympathy with his reflection - was making him nervous, but he kept his calm facade in place, though not without great effort.
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"But I am," it said. "I am what he fears he is... and so... I am him." Its head tilted the other way, with an audible crack of mechanical joints in its neck. "You told him... about your..." And the word came out a growl. "Father."
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"What of it?" he whispered, composure beginning to crack now. "I trust him."
((ooc: Romana's jumpin' in here, if you don't mind, so posting order will be Allen, Romana, ...er, anti-Garrus? XD ♥ ))
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