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Necessity Mission 04. You stumble upon the Magic Mirror that shows you what you want. What do you see?

Xelaci turned her head, expecting to see what she would usually when gazing into a mirror- Nothing.
It took her a moment, maybe two even to discern the figures standing in her line of vision. They were there… but a quick cursory glance over her shoulder spoke that they were only in the mirror.

The vampire narrowed her eyes.

Taking a step back, the image of the figures began to blur, grow darker. A step forward, they came into focus almost like a camera’s lens adjusting.

She didn’t like this one bit. Maybe it was a trick of the light? Maybe it was her powers playing tricks on her once more, but she wrapped her arms around herself and stepped closer. The sharper the image grew, the more that empty hole in her chest began to hurt. Sucking in a breath, she staggered, her hand pressing against the mirror to steady herself. But glancing up robbed her completely of anything in her lungs and caused a tell-tale burning at the back of her eyes. Xelaci pressed her forehead to the smooth surface, rubbing it there as she grappled with her feelings. The tears came before she could stop them, they burned, scolding her cold skin and muddling the vision before her, but even so, she could only see the figure in white before her.

Lydia...

It was always Lydia, wasn’t it?

No matter how much she progressed, she still clung to the past.

Xelaci choked back a sob. She wanted to memorize every contour of her lover’s face. Just as she remembered… Just as she had dreamed! Lydia had been one of the only true dreams she had. The rest, nightmares or no dreams at all. Only darkness.

Those downturned eyes, red as freshly spilled blood that she recalled would stare so deeply into her own. Her elegant nose sloped to a point that she remembered being nuzzled into her skin. Those full lips.. Lips she had had the pleasure of kissing long before. She could even nearly remember how her skin felt against the palm of her hand. Xela flexed her fingers, a phantom sensation of soft and slightly chilled skin passing over the digits.

The only part she’d never want to remember, but was forced to was that white dress; The last dress she had seen her in before she took up her widow’s shroud and resigned herself to only black. She remembered how Alice had fallen to her knees before the ceremony and clutched at that ivory fabric, pleading with her not to do this. Not to marry him. She did it regardless of her cries.

Dark gods now she was haunted by those memories and just seeing Lydia now, it was almost a slap in the face. Seeing Lydia in that dress, by her side and how happy her doppelganger looked. It was all a slap in the face.

Inhaling a deep breath, she sobbed out once more, her head shaking as she pressed her hand to the mirror. The chill, the smoothness was like a tether to her sanity. She had to remember this wasn’t real and even further, she had to remember…

Lydia was gone. She had been blown to the farthest winds, far from her reach and they would probably never see one another again, let alone…

How could she expect her to ever forgive her?

The vampire lowered her eyes from the image and it began to fade from view altogether. Lydia took the longest to disappear as if she futilely attempted to keep her place at the forefront of her ex’s mind, but when Xela lifted her eyes once more, she was gone.

Maybe she was never there at all?...

All that remained was darkness and that made her laugh, her head nodding as she pushed back from the mirror. Her head turned and she was sure even though she willed it away, that same image was there again. But she continued past the mirror this time. She had to move on.

She had to let go. She had to let her go....

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Necessity Mission 04. You stumble upon the Magic Mirror that shows you what you want. What do you see?

Xelaci turned her head, expecting to see what she would usually when gazing into a mirror- Nothing.
It took her a moment, maybe two even to discern the figures standing in her line of vision. They were there… but a quick cursory glance over her shoulder spoke that they were only in the mirror.

The vampire narrowed her eyes.

Taking a step back, the image of the figures began to blur, grow darker. A step forward, they came into focus almost like a camera’s lens adjusting.

She didn’t like this one bit. Maybe it was a trick of the light? Maybe it was her powers playing tricks on her once more, but she wrapped her arms around herself and stepped closer. The sharper the image grew, the more that empty hole in her chest began to hurt. Sucking in a breath, she staggered, her hand pressing against the mirror to steady herself. But glancing up robbed her completely of anything in her lungs and caused a tell-tale burning at the back of her eyes. Xelaci pressed her forehead to the smooth surface, rubbing it there as she grappled with her feelings. The tears came before she could stop them, they burned, scolding her cold skin and muddling the vision before her, but even so, she could only see the figure in white before her.

Lydia...

It was always Lydia, wasn’t it?

No matter how much she progressed, she still clung to the past.

Xelaci choked back a sob. She wanted to memorize every contour of her lover’s face. Just as she remembered… Just as she had dreamed! Lydia had been one of the only true dreams she had. The rest, nightmares or no dreams at all. Only darkness.

Those downturned eyes, red as freshly spilled blood that she recalled would stare so deeply into her own. Her elegant nose sloped to a point that she remembered being nuzzled into her skin. Those full lips.. Lips she had had the pleasure of kissing long before. She could even nearly remember how her skin felt against the palm of her hand. Xela flexed her fingers, a phantom sensation of soft and slightly chilled skin passing over the digits.

The only part she’d never want to remember, but was forced to was that white dress; The last dress she had seen her in before she took up her widow’s shroud and resigned herself to only black. She remembered how Alice had fallen to her knees before the ceremony and clutched at that ivory fabric, pleading with her not to do this. Not to marry him. She did it regardless of her cries.

Dark gods now she was haunted by those memories and just seeing Lydia now, it was almost a slap in the face. Seeing Lydia in that dress, by her side and how happy her doppelganger looked. It was all a slap in the face.

Inhaling a deep breath, she sobbed out once more, her head shaking as she pressed her hand to the mirror. The chill, the smoothness was like a tether to her sanity. She had to remember this wasn’t real and even further, she had to remember…

Lydia was gone. She had been blown to the farthest winds, far from her reach and they would probably never see one another again, let alone…

How could she expect her to ever forgive her?

The vampire lowered her eyes from the image and it began to fade from view altogether. Lydia took the longest to disappear as if she futilely attempted to keep her place at the forefront of her ex’s mind, but when Xela lifted her eyes once more, she was gone.

Maybe she was never there at all?...

All that remained was darkness and that made her laugh, her head nodding as she pushed back from the mirror. Her head turned and she was sure even though she willed it away, that same image was there again. But she continued past the mirror this time. She had to move on.

She had to let go. She had to let her go....