Author’s Note: So today I went for a different story than Larina and Dillon’s, since I’ve been meaning to use this song for something for a while. This time I wanted to do Vred and Malina, but it wasn’t quite what I hoped.
Tried to use these lyrics as the basis:
Can’t look in her eyes
She’s out of my league
Just a fool to believe
I have anything she needs
She’s like the wind
I look in the mirror and all I see
Is a young old man with only a dream
Am I just fooling myself
That she’ll stop the pain
Living without her
I’d go insane
~Patrick Swayze, “She’s Like the Wind”
I have more lyrics from the song that I’d like to use, and I’d like to do better with them, but I have this.
Vred went into the bathroom, to the sink first before anything else. He washed his hands in the cool water, letting it run longer than he knew was necessary for hygiene, not ready to shut it off. Since joining the others, when he wanted to be alone, he went outside, and he could be there now instead of letting the water run over his hands.
He shut it off, glancing at the mirror. His resemblance to his uncle seemed stronger than usual, though he knew that it hadn’t changed. It felt sharper after the past few days. Everything did. Illusions had been shattered and his family had become more fractured than before.
He turned away, not wanting to see himself in the mirror any longer. He already knew his own face, and there was little point in studying it to begin with. He opened the door, and his senses tangled with those of another.
He was face-to-face with another mirror, this one of flesh and blood and ability.
Malina stepped back, putting enough distance between them to close herself off to his ability. She forced a slight smile. “I was just coming to see if you were hungry. Lisea made dinner again.”
“You already know the answer to that,” he reminded her, knowing she would have gotten that even with how briefly she’d mirrored him.
She shrugged ever so slightly. “You know I prefer to ask. That’s how you really know a person.”
He nodded, acknowledging her position on that. It had not changed. He waited for her to leave, but she did not, even knowing as she did that he was not hungry.
He frowned. “What?”
“You could ask.”
Her expression betrayed her disappointment, but she swallowed it down and spoke anyway. “Whatever you wanted to know.”
Then she did walk away.