bakerstreet | MIRROR OF ERISED

[What does Mineva see?

People. Hundreds of them, thousands. People stretching out as far as the mirror can give her space. Some in uniforms, some not. Some Federation, some Zeon. Some civilians. But all of them? All of them look happy.

And in the forefront? Well, it's little surprise to her. If this is supposed to show her heart's desire, a particular man and woman up front of the crowd couldn't be called shocking. Not even the other woman and man who joined them as well.

She glanced aside though, unwilling to look at the image for too long.]

[Teenage- Serious]

[Feda's desire is a simple enough one.

It is himself, with fully black hair and a mere year or so older. Doing nothing more than sitting in the sun on the side of a hill and laughing with friends (the vast majority of which are girls or women). He isn't the centre of attention, but neither is he on the sidelines. He's just one of a crowd that he cares for and who care for him. And without a hint of that damned curse that will soon kill him.

Attempting to kick the mirror apart fails and Feda falls over from the backlash.]

[Teenage- Not Serious]

[Dear god, it's like all the porn in there.

Feda is fascinated and drooling quite a bit.]

[Adult- Serious]

[Feda's hair is once again black as night in his wishes, but hardly the focus of the mirror's reflection. No, that shows him surrounded and adored by children. All of whom have the same black hair and red eyes. They are all in an ornate palace that upon inspection appears to be deep under the sea. Playing with his children, the only other adult in sight is a slender and short aquatic looking woman who is joining in their game.

Feda stares wide eyed and mouths 'seriously' several times at the mirror.]

[Adult- Not Serious]

[He's shaking hands with a space babe. Possibly with green skin.]

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[either as a disembodied consciousness or in her own, wheelchair-and-respirator bound body--just make clear which you want]

[What Will sees in the mirror is what most people see in a normal mirror; himself, but without all the damage and afflictions. He's stable, happy. He can relate to people without being overwhelmed by what they feel. He can have a relationship, and not just with his veritable pack of stray dogs and aristocratic, eccentric therapist. He's not plagued by insomnia and hallucinations and he doesn't lose track of time. Everything is simple, uncomplicated.]

[ what could a concept, practically a goddess, possibly want?

Madoka has no regrets, no, no reason to despair; but she does have wants, wishes, even if she knows now how dangerous a careless wish can be. of course she does.

she sees her family; safe and happy, unable to be touched by any of the world's dangers. she sees Mami and Sayaka and Kyouko and Homura, alive and well and happy, not even contracted as Puella Magi. she sees Hitomi standing by Sayaka's side with the rest, hand over her mouth as she laughs her refined laugh.

they all wave at her, from within the mirror. they all see her. they all recognise her.

they all remember her.

Madoka presses her hand to the glass with a wistful smile, enjoying the vision for what it is while it lasts. ]

[ Edward craves one thing above all: respect. ]

[ He sees his father finally telling him the truth -- that he knew he wasn't cheating, all along. That it was him that was the liar, not Edward. That his mother stays and is proud of her son instead of finding some other man to take advantage of some other place. ]

[ He sees the other rogues, afraid of his intellect know. Batman, acknowledging his superior mind, using him to crack cases and protect the city instead of his computer, his Oracle -- anything. He's not incredibly wealthy, no. He's not got a beautiful woman on his arm, though perhaps Harley Quinn looks on with more adoration than respect, per se... ]

[ But he has what he wants. He's got worth and nobody can take it away from him. He's proven time and time over he has a place, and no one can pull him from it. He doesn't have to riddle, wrapping up the truth because he's afraid of the lies. ]

[ He can be his own man, and live with himself. ]

[Something Veronica never wanted, but at the same time did, was to be normal. To not have all these swords or modification to her body. To not have to kill. It was a simple wish but one that would never come, or one that she really wanted if she was true to herself.

Still, her reflection in the mirror showed it plain and simple. Her as a normal human, all of her stitches and scars gone. She looked... happy.]

[Legato's vision in the Mirror is not a happy one. As he's seated there it might initially look like he's got a normal reflection. Certainly there's no additional people staring around him, no glorious scenes of victory or discovered treasure.

Just a man in a coat, sitting with his legs folded and his hands buried deep in his pockets, Legato's mirrored image. Save for his face. The features are the same, yes, and those too blue eyes are staring with the same sadness the actual Legato is showing.

But there's no markings on his face, only a smattering of perfectly ordinary freckles across his nose. His ears, drastically pointed on the real version, are normal, round, human ears in the reflection.

He sighs, shoulders rising and falling in the reflection as well. He runs a hand up through his hair and drops his head, closing his eyes from his heart's desire.]

[Mituna stares intently at the mirror. Its reflection is foggy at first, but then it starts to show an image.

It's an image of Mituna himself, only it's different. His helmet is gone, replaced with just a visor with the same colors as his. He's on his skateboard, doing amazing tricks, and surprisingly not messing them up. He even uses some psionic power to put on a little show while he does it. He smiles and laughs and seems to be having the time of his life.

There's others in the reflection, friends of his each one. He sees his palemate, his matesprite, all of them together and with him.

Mituna clutches his head in pain at the image and sinks to his knees, quietly swearing under his breath.]

[What the mirror shows Edgeworth is a blatant impossibility.

At first glance, it doesn't seem so strange -- there's a courtroom, and he's prosecuting. The words can't be heard, but it's clear that as always, he's exuding his usual aura of confidence and fighting with his whole heart. The only thing at all amiss is his neckwear; rather than the white cravat he's actually wearing around his neck, there's a burgundy bow-tie gracing the neck of his white undershirt (a longer neck to accommodate the difference in fashion, he notes).

Across the way, however, is an older, bespectacled man -- a man who never had the chance to grow old enough to show the wrinkles and white hairs he has here. The family resemblance between himself and the defense is strikingly apparent; furthermore, as hard as he may be fighting, he occasionally pauses to half-smile with just a glint of pride in his opponent.

Edgeworth knows full well that he wouldn't have become a prosecutor or discovered the strength he now wields in court if the defense shown here hadn't died. And yet, this exact paradox is exactly what this computer screen, or whatever it is, is showing him: a world where he found his calling without any of the associated pain, loss, or regret. A world where he's not just sharp as steel, but pure as snow. A world where his father's not just alive, but proud of him and has every right to be.]

Hmph. I shouldn't waste my time here.

[Rather than being the firmly-muttered declaration he hoped to make, however, the waver of his voice betrays him as the words come out...]

Y'know, if you stare any harder you'll melt the glass.

[Crmsn leaned back against the wall off to the side, watching Legato, not condescending, not chastising, just that same smile lightly playing along his face as it always did.]

Penny for your thoughts?

[Another person might've jumped. But whether because he might've known Crmsn was there, or was just that deeply embroiled in his thoughts, all Legato did was sigh slightly through his nose and turn his head toward Crmsn's direction.]

Perhaps melting the glass is what I want to do.

All because it told you what you wanted? Bit of a harsh fate for a mirror isn't it?

[He smiled a little softer at Legato, moving over and resting his hand on his sons shoulder.]

Wanna talk about it?

Regular 'verse

[What could Chris possibly see? He's regularly stated being very happy with his life, living his dream with the people he cares most about.

But he does have a vision, and it's not simply a reflection of himself. In the mirror the world around him seems rather vibrant and full of life, so much so you can almost hear all the birds chirping and wind rustling through leaves. Creatures are glimpsed moving in the lush habitat behind him, a healthy environment, one the world over even if the mirror's edges stop that from being shown. One free of pollution, of destruction and limitations, cohabiting peacefully with people.

Someone very well-versed in the animal world may also take special notice of oddities in the ones flitting through the image, among the more mundane creatures everyone is used to. That same person may think to themselves, "Wait isn't that one extinct? And that one?" And they'd be right. Every now and again something- the Western black rhino, the passenger pigeon, the California golden bear -passes through, all recent extinctions as history goes. Not everything, but a fair share of them, having gone extinct because of human involvement. And the more it goes on, the hundreds more that filter through.

Then a special little creature nudges its way into the vision, sniffing at and then plopping down into mirror!Chris's lap, and the reflected image promptly and affectionately skritches the Tasmanian tiger between the ears. The sight is enough to make the real Chris chuckle, at the same time it... all of it... makes his heart ache.]

Demon AU

[Anyone passing might be drawn up by the oddity of Chris's vision here, in that it's not himself at all. And that's not even because of some cockamamie myth about demons maybe not having reflections ~~that's vampires, and you'd still be wrong~~.

The sight is of someone else entirely, a person taller than Chris and resembling him as much as not. It's Martin- everyday, regular human Martin -being his usual self. Laughing, going on creature adventures, sleeping, snacking on chocolate, you name it and he's seen at some point doing it.

It seems to be a perfectly ordinary thing... so why is Chris smiling through teared up eyes?]

It told me what I wanted, that's enough. [He grunted.] Why couldn't it just have been getting a nice pair of socks, or something?

[An involuntary shudder went through him at his father's touch, and he found he couldn't look directly at him. So he stared at his own knee instead.]

...What's there to talk about.

[Albus sees himself standing beside Gellert, the Hallows in their possession. The worlds are experiencing a time of peace and those with Magic in their veins are in their proper place - at the helm.

Everything seems perfect, right?]

Wouldn't be the first time someone in our family destroyed a mirror for telling the truth.

[He chuckled a little, giving his shoulder a small, affectionate squeeze.]

If all we ever wanted was a nice pair of socks, or a double-fudge walnut whip strawberry sunday...the world would be a much kinder and nicer place...

C'mon...when has there ever been a thing we couldn't talk about?

[It was a long, long moment before he answered.]

It's not that we can't talk about it, it's more that... I'm not sure there's any point.

Sometimes it helps just to get it out in the air...you'll stew on it otherwise.

Y'know that, kiddo.

I know, but I think I've been stewing on it my whole life.

What's a little longer...

[There's a deeper sigh that time, before he moves his hand back to his own pockets and stares for a moment at the mirror. Reaching out he ran a finger along the frame.]

There's nothing wrong with wanting it y'know...whatever it is you see in there.

[He looked intently at the mirror.]

Doesn't make you any less of a person...it's not going to make you happier...or sadder...what would happen if you had it, after all? You'd just end up wanting something else...

If I had this, I have a feeling I'd be a... very different person. [He lifted his eyes to his reflection and sighed softly, tweaking one ear and watching the reflection do the same.]

[He watched Legato, the action didn't go unnoticed. He remained silent for a moment longer before he moved up closer to the mirror.]

Y'know...when I look into this...I see...an old man...aged white, hands shaking, body near skin and bones, face lined with wrinkles, but he's smiling.

[He glanced over at Legato and gave him a small shoulder bump.]

Course it's just a superficial want. It's not a necessity...

[He sighed thoughtfully, staring at the mirror.]

I wish mine was as simple as that.

[Crmsn blinked at Legato for a minute...then he laughed, and he laughed hard.]

I might as well be asking for the stars Legato...D'ya even realize the scope of what my hearts desire is? It's not just to grow old and be happy.......

[He looked back at the mirror and sighed a little more tiredly.]

That want is so far off from simple...it'd be like reaching for the moon. Mortality always seems like such an easy wish...doesn't it?

[He laughed again, softer this time, and shook his head.]

No...more than that. To be normal...always sounds so much easier in your head.

MIRROR OF ERISED

Mineva Zabi | Gundam Unicorn | OTA

Feda Gandamak | OC

Amanda Perry | Stargate Universe

Will Graham || Hannibal || m/m for anything smutty

Madoka Kaname | Puella Magi Madoka Magica (post-canon) | OTA

Edward Nygma | DC Comics

Veronica | Franken Fran

Legato | OC

Mituna Captor | Homestuck

Miles Edgeworth | Ace Attorney

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Chris Kratt | Wild Kratts

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Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore | Harry Potter

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