Post by welshchick1201 on Jul 31, 2013 1:57:40 GMT 1
[[I’m sorry weep I mean—It’s kind of short and not the best and I just—Enjoy OTL
Also should note Zack is wearing clothes I just—how does one put it in description that’s not even descript eheheh//mauled|D
Oh yeah, and there's like one paragraph I just-- couldn't make less bitty and all over the place. Paragraph 3? Ah well, sorry about that OTL
Didn't read over it all because shit I'll just keep adding and never submitting OTL]]
You look into me
You see yourself instead of me
I am true to the fact
And cannot lie
I will be beautiful
If you will be.
-- A random poem I found online idk I suppose you’d find it if you search for mirror poems? e v e
---
Of all the things to end up merged with...
It was no understatement to say the situation was tragic.
Just hours earlier, Zack had shrugged the suspicious new collection of mirrors throughout academy off surprisingly well, before he had fallen asleep that is, and painfully regretted it after waking to find...well, nothing staring back at him from the mirror.
After all, it seemed shifted had merged with a mirror of sorts himself.
Where skin should be were rather jagged and unevenly cut pieces of glass, all tightly knit together and looking more like they were carefully glued than actually replacing his flesh and bones. Eyes were apparently of the same shape and material, so God even knew how he was seeing currently (he only knew all this thanks to the ever reliable source of his roommate, after all). Even pale blonde hair had been turned into inanimate shards of glass, sharp enough to cut you with if touched. Not a single gap, crack-- anything but pure mirror, and it was rather unsettling.
Blond (who was not-so-blond now) supposed it was a punishment for being so egotistical and vain? Probably, but he told himself it was simply bad luck and laughed it off with his roommate, Robyn. After all, since when was the academy and its shenanigans ever so logical?
However, everyone in unfortunate academy was in the same boat, albeit slightly better off than he. Unlike Zack, they could see themselves, after all. The point was he still had classes to teach, just as student still had them to attend. Nothing had changed, if you could look past the halls of mirrors and weird results.
And that’s how the morning had gone. Shifter had woken up, cackled all the way to the cafeteria to collect some morning coffee, and finally ended up in Shape-shifting where his class of one awaited. If the little shit even arrived on time that is.
Blond chuckled to himself under his breath, idly plucking an old and tattered poetry book off his desk to past the inevitable time that will pass (okay, so maybe it only seemed like the kid arrived late because he arrived early).
In all honesty, he loved his lone student of Shape-shifting class, and couldn't explain why. However, he had the feeling that today, said student will be the very bane of his life...
Also should note Zack is wearing clothes I just—how does one put it in description that’s not even descript eheheh//mauled|D
Oh yeah, and there's like one paragraph I just-- couldn't make less bitty and all over the place. Paragraph 3? Ah well, sorry about that OTL
Didn't read over it all because shit I'll just keep adding and never submitting OTL]]
You look into me
You see yourself instead of me
I am true to the fact
And cannot lie
I will be beautiful
If you will be.
-- A random poem I found online idk I suppose you’d find it if you search for mirror poems? e v e
---
Of all the things to end up merged with...
It was no understatement to say the situation was tragic.
Just hours earlier, Zack had shrugged the suspicious new collection of mirrors throughout academy off surprisingly well, before he had fallen asleep that is, and painfully regretted it after waking to find...well, nothing staring back at him from the mirror.
After all, it seemed shifted had merged with a mirror of sorts himself.
Where skin should be were rather jagged and unevenly cut pieces of glass, all tightly knit together and looking more like they were carefully glued than actually replacing his flesh and bones. Eyes were apparently of the same shape and material, so God even knew how he was seeing currently (he only knew all this thanks to the ever reliable source of his roommate, after all). Even pale blonde hair had been turned into inanimate shards of glass, sharp enough to cut you with if touched. Not a single gap, crack-- anything but pure mirror, and it was rather unsettling.
Blond (who was not-so-blond now) supposed it was a punishment for being so egotistical and vain? Probably, but he told himself it was simply bad luck and laughed it off with his roommate, Robyn. After all, since when was the academy and its shenanigans ever so logical?
However, everyone in unfortunate academy was in the same boat, albeit slightly better off than he. Unlike Zack, they could see themselves, after all. The point was he still had classes to teach, just as student still had them to attend. Nothing had changed, if you could look past the halls of mirrors and weird results.
And that’s how the morning had gone. Shifter had woken up, cackled all the way to the cafeteria to collect some morning coffee, and finally ended up in Shape-shifting where his class of one awaited. If the little shit even arrived on time that is.
Blond chuckled to himself under his breath, idly plucking an old and tattered poetry book off his desk to past the inevitable time that will pass (okay, so maybe it only seemed like the kid arrived late because he arrived early).
In all honesty, he loved his lone student of Shape-shifting class, and couldn't explain why. However, he had the feeling that today, said student will be the very bane of his life...
