Madonna Kira Hitoshi (mirror_mad) wrote in age_of_miracles, @ 2007-12-19 21:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | mirror, vega |
It wasn't supposed to last this long, but will it make it through the night?
Who: Madonna Kikyuko-Richards OT James Griffiths
When: Evening December 19th
Where: Mirror's apartment
What: Mirror has decided that maybe her life isn't what it should be.
It had quickly and quietly turned into one of those days. Mirror had gone back to work as soon as she could function outside of the apartment. Being stuck in close quarters with Iggy was like slowly but surely feeling someone put their fingers around her windpipe and squeeze. Suffocating her worse than any kind of wet blanket possibly ever could. Every time she saw him, she wanted to slap him anymore. Slap him and scream at him to get out of the damn apartment. So she had gone to work, hoping that maybe a little bit of distance would help.
Work was a nightmare. A never ending fucking nightmare that went on for 10 hours at the end of which, she sat behind her desk with her head in her hands and simply stared at the stretch of carpet between her feet. What was she anymore? Seeing Paradise had shaken her so far down that she wasn't even sure if the foundation was where it stopped. There had always been something in her that was strangely maternal toward others, but when had she turned into this? Her Father's company, his good name, when had that started to matter to her? It seemed like a good investment, to have something in the real world that she could turn to, something to help pull her away from the world that was the Brotherhood. It was supposed to be an escape. Then it had become her life.
Richards' Advertising had consumed her and she hadn't even paused as she slide down the throat of the beast.
"Maureen," the woman had come back to handle things for her, just as she had since Mirror had hired her. "As of today, you're the head of Richards' Advertising." Mirror raised her head to say it and wasn't the least bit surprised by the look on the woman's face.
"Madonna," Maureen used the woman before her's first name in shock. "You can't be serious."
"Deathly serious," standing up, she moved to the wall mirror that took up one wall of the office. "I'll have the appropriate papers drawn up at the beginning of next week." Phasing through the mirror, she moved up to her apartment.
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Walking through her bedroom, she looked at the things she had collected. There had been a time when she had been stuck in poverty. She had spent years stealing to survive. Then she had come to the Brotherhood. The Brotherhood had been her first family in years. But she had turned her back on that. She had given up on it. She had sold her soul to the very establishment that she had wanted more than anything to tear down. Somewhere she wondered if Tommy was laughing, reaching up to rub her fingers along the collar of her shirt, all too well aware of the collar she had worn under his care. She had made herself a better slave than all the pain in the world could have.
She had forged her chains, like Marley, each link an action taken in life. Each lock a decision that she had made. It would be no small wonder to her to find that she was dying in the spiritual world with all those links hanging from her. Fingers swept across the contents of her closet. There was no telling how long she stood there, but her awareness was fanned out enough to know that Iggy was moving through the apartment, probably drawn by the fact that she had stopped moving. Mirror was always doing something, she was still when she slept, most of the time.
"Will it be all right if Maureen drops by to check on you occasionally?" She wouldn't presume to think he needed someone to live with him, but there were so many things he didn't want to go out to do, he was going to need someone to help with that at the very least.