Re: The Mirror/The Illusion
"Many people are," was the quick rejoinder. "Both awful and nice. I think that might be part of being a person." It stood to argue then, that Haven meant it not only about others, but also about themself. "But tell me why you think it's true?" Mirror they may be, but they soaked up the attention like parched soil around thirsty roots.
The woman looked different, right-side-up, and the mouth that had only flickered with a chuckle before took the moment to smile wider. With eyes that were no longer confused by the backward bend, Haven looked up and down in assessment of this woman, more of that greed betrayed by the hunger shrouded in newly bloomed green irises. They were more than happy to trade a solo show for solo appreciation. An arrangement in which, it seemed, they would both find a boon.
Haven's next reply was not one that required any sort of thought or contemplation. Words were upon tongue within and instant, and spilling out like petals from a late-spring cherry tree. "All of it. I'll take whatever you give. If you tell me what you want in return." They shivered at the thought of soft, silky textures, wondering at the form it might be presented in. Fingers twitched toward palms, as if already grasping a fine spun satin. "What do you want? I can give... I can be what you want."