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{ mirror mirror }
MIRROR MIRROR
With the sleepwalking curse over, everyone will have some time to rest and recuperate—until Jack Frost comes barging in with news of a clue on how to help his beloved Ice Queen who still remains asleep. The clue was the mirror shard that was in her chest, and there are theories that it may have been a fragment of a much stronger, powerful mirror she had been given some time ago. Problem is, he can't find it nor can he remember who gave it to her. He does, however, have a magic incantation that will allow people to enter mirrors and hopefully find a trace. Unfortunately, this horrendously backfires and we have mirror chaos instead. Dammit, Jack.
More details on everything can be found here. We will request any thread submissions for certain prompts during AC .
I. REVEREIN
It all begins in Reverein, where there's a strange shift in the air upon Jack's attempt to cast the spell. But instead of affecting just one mirror, it reflects off the surface and spreads out to the entire town, hitting every reflective surface instead. Ripples can be seen before the surfaces still, but it's too late. Every reflective surface—glass, mirror, window—is under a different effect because of the botched spell.
And some are being unwittingly pulled into them.
Fortunately It is possible to communicate and even watch people from the other side of the mirror, but it's only through certain mirrors and at certain times. It also will be temporary, so while one mirror might work one time, it may not work again.
A. Strange Reflections. While some mirrors may still reflect proper images, many will have…unusual changes.
🪞 You are what you see. Whether it's an odd hairstyle, change in skin color, or style of clothing in the reflection, suddenly the viewer will look exactly like what's reflected. The most extreme is a different form entirely.
🏡 Glimpses of home. Everyone will have a rare glimpse of their home world, and these can be instances from the past, present, or even a limited future. They are just reflections and cannot be interacted with, and future reflections may be blurry to prevent the person from seeing too much. For those who have memory issues, such visions will also be blurry, but perhaps they can help stir some things…
🔮 Most desired. Mirrors that have a bit of a pink hue to them will reflect the viewer's most desired "thing." It could be an object, person, place, or even a general idea. However, if not careful the viewer may become trapped in a trance and will need to be removed or smash the mirror.
B. Clone Wars. Mirrors that do not show any kind of reflection are to be quickly taken away and covered as it will begin to create duplicates in Reverein of what is reflected within it. Yes, even people, and they will be very obviously fake: wrong colors, different voices, odd behavior, etc. and will usually be harmless. These "clones" will continue to appear and multiply until the mirror has been covered, and will need to either be destroyed or captured and shoved into the mirror, where it will lose its "no reflection" status and become a proper mirror again…only for them to appear on the other side in Mirror World.
C. Mirrorsnatched. A mirror with a black rim has the chance of absorbing a significant personality trait or memory of the one looking into it, and when this happens, the person will walk away feeling very muddle-headed and off. The mirror will "keep" this part of the person and someone from the Mirror World side must find their essence and "shove" it back out onto any mirror surface so that the original owner can break the mirror and retrieve it. The downside of this method is that breaking a mirror means one less mirror those on the Mirror side can use, so they need to choose carefully.D. The Unknown. Appearing in both the Mirror World and Reverein will be a strange mirror masked, black cloaked figure called "The Unknown." It traverses through the mirrors and through the walls, seeking those with happy reflections and will try to corrupt them with nightmares. People on both sides of the mirrors will be able to confront and try to stop the Unknown, though beware its chocolate attacks.
II. MIRROR WORLD
Everything in this "Mirror World" is, in a word, chaotic. Imagine an AI-generated monstrosity based off of Picasso, Escher, and Dr. Seuss, where everything seems to be upside down, backwards, colors everywhere and nowhere, and everything feels so fragmented that one step feels like walking towards the edge of a cliff. In a way it's nightmarish in an unusual sense, and those inside can feel that touch of "madness" that seeps through the cold air.
Beware the strange creatures in the Mirror World. They are grotesque monstrosities, many of them looking as if they were stitched together from different parts. Fortunately they are susceptible to weapons and dreamotion and those inside the Mirror World will find they are able to use different abilities, especially those with reflective properties.
A. Fragment of their old self. In order to get out of the Mirror World, those inside will need to catch a small fragment of themselves that has escaped and is running around. This fragment is actually a piece of their old self prior to arriving in Songerein. For some, this self may not be so different, but for long-time residents, they may seem a lot more different. To make things more interesting, this self can be from any point of the character's past. It just has to be a version of the character from before entering Songerein. This version will also appear "homesick" and "want" to return to their original home, regardless if the character actually feels that way. Thus the fragment will seek out mirrors that will reflect anything of their home world. Shattering these mirrors will weaken the fragment until it can be caught. But that's only half the challenge. If the fragment is injured, the original will also feel the damage but to a lesser degree. If the fragment is destroyed, then the original will be "knocked out" for a few seconds before a new fragment appears. However, this fragment will be much more distorted and worse than the one before.
B. Distorted Memories. At random points while traversing, characters may come across strange pockets of the world that they will feel drawn to. Following said instinct will lead them to a shifted landscape that will reflect images of home from different points in time (past, present, maybe even future) as if they've just walked right into it, but just like everything else, they are distorted. The changes can be as subtle as the wrong color of clothes, having too many limbs, to something major like the sky now being the ground. The only way out will either be destroying the anomalies or correcting them, and they will be rewarded with a mirror shard that will aid in their escape.
C. Warped Sense of Self. The longer a person stays within the Mirror World, the less "coherent" they will feel, and sometimes sound. Their memories will slowly become more disjointed, their personality feeling a bit "off", and they may even forget who they are or where they are from. Even their physical selves will start to twist and change, starting with something subtle (e.g. eye color) and then growing more drastic as time goes on (where did those extra fingers come from? Or why are they suddenly much shorter?) Finding those reflections of home will help with these anomalies, but those weak of heart be warned: the distortions may only exacerbate the issue and make them believe that they are the truth instead. Help anyone who might be caught in fixing these so that they can recover.
D. Finding an exit. To leave the world, those inside must find a mirror that will connect back to Reverein, and those on the other side can also try to help by posing as "anchors" for those inside to recognize. Otherwise, there are many mirrors in the Mirror World that will lead to different places within Songerein—presumably. However, perhaps due to the magic or needing something else, they will be unable to pass through any mirrors that are not connected to Reverein. This is where players have the fun opportunity to make up whatever kind of location or place the characters may see reflected on the mirrors. They could be existing locations in the game, or new ones that could be explored in the future. One unique place we can mention will be reflections of a city covered in night. Only upon finding a mirror that leads back to Reverein, but they will also need help from the outside. Someone from within Reverein must also be there to physically reach in and pull them out—while hopefully not accidentally be pulled in themselves.
Adrien Agreste | Miraculous | OTA | CW: lots, mostly abuse. See headers. PART 1
Strange Refections - You Are What You See CW: identity issues, family issues, abuse mentions.
Adrien, having spent most of his life as a model, is no stranger to mirrors. Looking in one when he spots it to make sure he looks perfect isn't so much a sign of vanity but a small holdover from how he was raised that he hasn't quite kicked. And might never kick. Because if he didn't look perfect, he was in trouble. Even with his father gone and this weird alternate version of his father here instead, Adrien was still terrified to have so much as a hair out of place when he got to what passed for home here. So spotting a mirror, he was bound to look in to make sure his perfectly tailored to look casual clothes hung just right, that there was no dirt on his face, that his makeup was just there enough to accent his looks without anyone being able to tell he wore makeup.
But this time when he went to do a quick mirror check, it wasn't himself that he saw. Oh he knew that face. Like looking in a mirror, you might say. But he knew that what he was seeing wasn't him.
"Felix?" What was Felix doing in his reflection? And did he really want to think about what that meant about his mental stability? Probably not. He put a hand to the glass. "Felix...? What are you doing here?"
His relationship with his cousin was generally better these days, but he wasn't sure what the complication of having Felix here, with his father who wasn't his father present would be. He was getting a headache, just thinking about it.
But mirror Felix was moving his lips over the same words Adrien was, moving the same way. To all appearances it was his own reflection, just with his hair combed differently. Felix wore his smoothed down, Adrien wore his artfully tousled and camera ready. Except when they were pretending to be each other. For all they were cousins, they'd been more identical than twins most of their lives. And no was no difference. It was always little things. Hair style. what they chose to wear, expressions, the look in their eyes.
But there was Felix in the mirror, wearing his expressions, his clothes, even his rings - which was a dead give away that this wasn't Felix. Except then why...?
Stepping back, Adrien put a hand to his own hair, his green eyes widening as he found it slicked down.
Yeah, he was hiding it well, but he was right on the edge of freaking out.
Strange Refections - Glimpses of home - I won't be home for Christmas, you can't count on me CW: mentions of death, abuse, abandonment
Adrien, still unsure if he looked like himself fully, or Felix dressed as him spotted another mirror. Hopefully a look would reassure him that he was actually himself. Instead he saw himself with a no-nonsense woman with a red streak in her dark hair that matched her glasses perfectly. They were...
Oh. Why was he seeing this? Why now?
Why couldn't he look away? It wasn't like he was going to see... him...
The house was large and elegant. Other than the Christmas tree that was being decorated as the scene started, the foyer was decorated with an eye to clean minimalism. The loud and almost gaudy in comparison Christmas tree ruined the aesthetic in the most cheerful way possible.
"What do you think, Nathalie," Adrien was asking as he held up an ornament. He put it on the tree without looking at the woman who was using the stairs to place higher decorations. "You think he'll like all these decorations?"
The door opened behind Adrien, allowing a rather large mountain of a man to come in from the snowy cold. He closed the door wordlessly.
Adrien's shoulders slumped and he looked up at the woman. "Why isn't he coming?" he asked, with all the sound of someone who knew the answer and was resigned to it. "Did you call him?"
The woman looked at him kindly, before looking back to the tree. "Maybe he needs... some time."
Adrien sighed heavily and looked at the ornament he was about to place. "What's the point of all this?" he asked, lowering the bauble without placing it. "He's not coming." He set the ball down and headed for the stairs. The mountain of a man reached out and touched his arm, getting his attention and then handed Adrien a small gift wrapped with a yellow ribbon. "Thank you," Adrien said softly, taking it before resuming his trek to and then up the stairs. As he passed the woman he said, "I wish you both a merry Christmas," but his heart clearly wasn't in it.
Whoever the he was, that didn't arrive, he was apparently someone with the power to make or break the night for Adrien. And in this case, the break seemed obvious.
Adrien forced himself away from the mirror, rushing from it, not noticing who or what he might bang into, refusing to see more, fighting to not cry. The memory, clearly, still had teeth.
Part 2
Strange Refections - Glimpses of home - Confession of a teenaged Super Model CW: just normal teenaged angst. And Spoilers for Season 5
Okay... He couldn't handle any more of whatever was going on with these mirrors. Dream world? It was feeling more like a nightmare. He vowed not to look into any more mirrors, but when he caught a glimpse of himself standing outside a multistory bakery and he stopped. This was Marinette's place. No way any memory there could be bad, right?
So, more the fool he was, he sat down to watch his memory play out on the mirror.
Adrien stood before the door, like he was gathering himself before he pushed it open. A kind looking woman welcomed him by name. "Adrien. Welcome. Are you here to see Marinette?"
"Yes, Mrs. Dupain-Cheng, if she's home. Our teacher gave me her homework to take to her since she missed school again."
"Thank you, Adrien." She wiped her hands on a shop towel to get the flour and powdered sugar off of them. "I'll take you upstairs," she said, leading him past displays of all manner of delicious looking pastries.
He followed her up and through the back of the shop as she called "TOM, I'm taking one of Marinette's friends upstairs to see her!" and got a muffled reply in return. Beyond the shop was a comfortable looking house, it made up for its small footprint over the shop by having multiple floors.
On what seemed to be the top most floor she climbed the circular stairs to a trap door in the ceiling. She knocked lightly before opening it. "Someone here to see you, sweetheart," she called into the room above.
"Tell Alya I'm contagious. She'll catch my weakness," opined a a girl who was mostly hidden under the covers up in the loft bed.
"I caught it a while ago, Marinette," Adrien said. "So I'm safe."
The girl gasped and sat up in a panic. "Adrien?!"
He stood on the steps with the woman, Marinette's mother, for now that the girl was sitting up, the relationship was undeniable.
"You should be at school," Marinette pointed out, sounding sad.
"So should you, Marinette. Can I come in?"
Marinette looked down at her lap, crunching in a bit. "Okay," she said, before flopping back onto her pillows and pulling the blanket over her head.
Adrien exchanged a look with the girl's mother, then he went up as she went down, closing the door behind her. That she left a teenaged boy in the bedroom along with her teenaged daughter said something one or more of the three of them, though just what or who wasn't readily apparent.
Adrien went to the computer chair and set down his bag before he sat. He rolled the chair back to look up at Marinette. Or what he could see of her from that angle given the blankets, at any rate. "Looks like you're not doing too great," he said, trying to be kind but stating the obvious. "Can I help you?"
She pulled her head out and rolled onto her side, but stayed cuddled in the blankets, not looking at him as she groaned. "No one can help me because no one will ever truly know me."
"You know," Adrien said, "Not a lot of people know who I really am, either. What they know of me is just an advertising image. But..." he looked down at his hands, "you and me, we could be different." This could have been so powerful if said in some theatrical drama. But the reality was it was said quietly, and more than a little awkwardly. Like an actual teenager, not an over dramatized for the stage adult idealized version of one. He tried looking up at her, but she still wasn't looking back at him. "If you wanted to, we could really get to know each other."
"I can't let anyone love me, and I never will," she responded. Where for once he was bringing all the awkward to the table, she was bringing the drama, for all it was softly spoken. "Even if her were nice, sweet, and generous and handsome and brave," she said, looking like her world was shattering. She sat up, trowing aside the blankets, an arm over her face as she started crying. "Even if he were you," she sobbed.
"I'm sure I could understand if you would just explain things to me," Adrien tried, desperately.
"No one can understand what I'm going through," she said, hands in fists on her bed as she spoke to her knees.
"Marinette, you can tell me anything," he promised, Standing up to try and see her better. "Before anything else, I'll always be your friend."
She looked down at him, tears in her eyes. "And I, before anything else..." she scrubbed at her face, crying, then looked down at something in her hand, or on the bed, from the angle it was hard to tell which. "I'll always be..." she hesitated and whatever she was going to say was lost to the sound of a small trash can - pink with white flowers - falling down.
Startled, she stopped speaking and Adrien went to see what had fallen. Adrien stared, seeing what had fallen out of it. Photos of him, countless photos of himself. Some posed, some... well no, he's a model, they're almost all posed camera ready shots. Very few if any seemed like they could be candids. He picked up one of the photos, kneeling before them.
"I..." Marinette started. "I will..." she watched as he started throwing the photos of himself back into the trash can. "I'll always be... I'll always be a failure," she gasped, throwing herself back onto the mattress. She hit it in anger. "Living a lie. Never succeeding at what I set out to do."
Adrien's hand tensed on the lip of the trash can, hurting for her. He pushed himself up, every last trace of his photos back in the garbage. He stood to face her bed, looking up at it, as though he could see her through it now that she was at the far side of it. "I don't care, Marinette! I love you just the way you are!" The look on his face, made it clear to anyone for whom this wasn't a memory... this was new. This... was a confession.
There was nothing for a long painful moment. No sound, almost no motion. And then the slightest shift of her head. "I don't love you," she replied in a voice that sounded like heartbreak.
Adrien tore himself away from the mirror, hugging his arms and shaking, eyes closing as tears ran down his face. He tried to remind himself over and over again that this was just a memory, he knew what happened later, what happened so much later. But for now the pain was fresh and raw as if it were again knew. He clenched his upper arms until they hurt, curling in on himself. And for once he couldn't hide the pain. Even if it attracted an akuma. The pain ripped through him and radiated out to anyone who could sense emotions. And for once, he wasn't at all aware of who was around him, or caring who might see, might notice.
He kept trying to remind himself that things changed, after. That this was just a small painful memory. That he was in love and it was wonderful to love and be loved. But at the moment he just kept hearing her reject him. Over and over in his head. The words repeating and doubling, circling his brain like sharks.
It was like being back in that horrible white room. Being alone. So alone. Knowing he'd never see her again. Never see anyone again without permission. Trapped. Alone. Hurting. Scared. Hurting. Trapped. Alone. Trapped. Trapped. Trapped...
Strange Refections - Glimpses of home - Trapped CW: abuse, neglect, harm, angst, and massive season 5 spoilers.
No more mirrors. No more. He couldn't do it to himself. Not again. No more. He never wanted to see another mirror as long as he lived.
But alas, he was bad luck incarnate in so many ways. For he managed to avoid three mirrors, but in avoiding the last by turning away sharply, he came face to face with a fourth. And seeing an image of himself running up the front stairs of his mansion he was terrified he knew what memory he was about to see.
And he wanted to look away. Desperately. Except...
Except....
It was one of the very last memories he had of his father. Could he really look away, even knowing what was coming?
The choice was taken out of his hands as the scene continued.
Adrien ran up the stairs and the doors flew open as he pulled on them. And there, framed in the doorway was a man in all white who looked a lot like someone else that people here might know. Of course the version all in white was behind the doors like he was waiting to be a jump scare, and had a very serious no nonsense stern expression.
If indeed that had been his intent, it worked, for Adrien gasped and almost fell backwards down the stairs, fear filling his expression.
"Go pack your bags," the man in white ordered. "The plane to London leaves in an hour."
Adrien risked a half step forward. "Dad, tonight's the end of the school year dance," he begged.
His father cut him off sharply. "Adrien I am your father, and I refuse to hear another word," he said coldly, raising his voice.
With a small upset sound, Adrien ran past him, into the house and up the stairs to his room. There was an odd flicker in the mirror and then Adrien was coming back down the stairs, dragging a suitcase behind him.
A woman, in leg braces that went up her back, waited by the open doors, looking upset even as she stood almost statue still. "You cannot disobey your father, but don't let anyone stop you from loving who you want."
Without a word, he walked past her, and out the door towards the waiting limo. The expression on his face said it all, there was nothing left to say. A large gorilla of a man took the suitcase and put it in the trunk. Adrien got in the back beside his father, and the large man took the driver's seat. They started off without any further conversation.
And for a while that was all the mirror showed. The three of them, silent, almost still, in the car.
Adrien was no less still, outside the mirror, watching from without what was still a recent and fresh scar of a memory. But focusing now on his father, where the Adrien in the mirror was faced ahead, but as he knew, seeing nothing in the car. Not for a while. Not until...
"Father," Adrien finally said, trying again. "Please, I know what I want. Let me live my life here in Paris with Marienette and my friends."
His father was unmoved and spoke in cool even words, not looking at him. "You must go through with this like an Agreste. That's what your mother would have wanted."
Adrien gasped, as if shocked with a live wire, only far more painful. "No," he said, closing his eyes, body contracting in pain. "I'm sure that mom would have just wanted me to be happy." He finally looked at his father, pleading with him to understand how miserable he was. But his father refused to even look at him as his tears over ran his eyes, streaming down his face. Taking his subtle eyeliner with it.
Seeing his father wouldn't be swayed, wouldn't listen, wouldn't even see him, Adrien lunged desperately for the door handle. The car rolled to a stop, but the door would not open, no matter how much he pulled on it. The car started up again, the Gorilla man, seeing that he wasn't about to roll out into the ground from a moving car.
And still the father wouldn't so much as glance at him, staring straight ahead, unmoved as ice.
Finally Adrien gave up on the door, crying in earnest. He pulled out his cellphone and dialed Marinette, seeing her small smile on her ID picture as he placed the call. He clutched the phone with both hands, and she answered his video call almost immediately.
From the angle of the mirror it was hard to see her, though her voice could be heard when she spoke. "Adrien." You could hear the smile, the soft delight when she said his name.
Adrien didn't give her a chance to see or react to his tears, speaking as soon as, or even before, his name died on her lips. "Marinette, I should have told you sooner, but up until the last minute I thought I'd find a solution," he confessed, tears and makeup streaking his face. "I tried everything, I swear," he said as he fought not to sob."
"Adrien?" she asked, concerned. "What... what's going on?"
"I have to leave Paris," he confessed. He lost the war and hunched in, eyes closing with fresh tears. "I'm not worthy of your love. I feel terrible for hurting you. I'm sorry." The words sounded like they were pulled out of him with barbed wire gloves. The connection cut and he collapsed into himself, phone dropping into his lap as he sobbed into his hands.
The car pulled into an airport, and through to the private airfield. The Gorilla man got out, got his suitcase, and then opened his door from the outside, leaving Adrien nowhere to go but the small staircase to the private jet. His father waited in the limo, seeming to not care. In the jet, the large man put the buckle on Adrien over not just his lap, but his arms as well, pinning his hands down, as if to ensure he would not escape before take off. Adrien was looking down at his trapped arms, so did not see what the mirror showed. The pained and sad expression on the face of the larger man.
But then a voice sounded from outside the plain. "ADRIEN!" It was the girl from the phone, Marinette.
Adrien gasped and he and the gorilla man looked out the jet window to see a young girl in a white and pink gown, on a moped, racing ahead of airport security towards their plane.
The gorilla man leaned over and unbuckled Adrien. Shocked, looked to him, but he grunted and nodded to the door. Adrien ran that way, out of the plane and down the small stairs as she was running up, her moped tossed to the ground with her helmet in her haste.
The pair met in the middle of the jet bridge stairs and grabbed onto each other, clinging as they kissed desperately.
"You!" his father yelled to the security agent who was just standing there watching the young couple, "separate them."
The security agent rushed up the stairs as the gorilla man rushed down and each physically grabbed one of the teens, trying to pull them apart. For a moment the two adults seemed to struggle, but it was clear that at least one of them hadn't really been trying, because a moment later he did and they came apart quickly.
Adrien and Marinette desperately tried to not let go, but they were overpowered, and soon were holding each other's arms, then wrists, then just hands. Something pressed from her hand into his as they were pulled fully apart.
Adrien was hauled into the plane, as she was hauled clear. The door closed as soon as he an the gorilla man were inside. Adrien was let go once the door was closed, and he collapsed into his seat. This time the Gorilla man buckled him in, leaving his hands free, for him to cry onto the small stone bead looking charm that Adrien was now holding.
"Why?" Adrien whispered, pain wrenching through him that he couldn't hide. He didn't even care who was there to see him. "Why would he take that risk, of letting this... why...?" He put his hands over his face and started to sob. "Father... why....?"
Confessions
Unfortunately, he realized a bit too late that the local mirrors weren't done with them yet today as he happened to walk in on Adrien dealing with a memory projected on one of the ones in the house. Making a mental note to find something to cover it later, his first thought was to keep going on up to his room, so as to allow Adrien some privacy. However the name 'Marinette' stopped him. She was the friend Adrien had mentioned a little while ago, wasn't she? He still spent a moment in mental debate before curiosity won out over politeness and he stopped to watch the unfolding scene from a discreet distance behind Adrien.
His first though was how badly he felt for both young people. Teenagers did have a tendency to be overly dramatic, but Marinette was obviously having a very difficult time of things. And Adrien... had clearly inherited what must be his own father's inherent awkwardness around those he was attracted to, for which Gabriel could only mentally apologize on his behalf. And the feeling only grew as Adrien confessed his love, only to have it be rejected. That was never an easy thing for anyone, doubly so for a teenager who was likely dealing with such feelings for the first time. Still they had managed to remain friends, it seemed, so that was at least something...
He was snapped back to the present by the sensation of Adrien's spiraling emotions, however. Loneliness, pain, and fear he could understand from the memory he'd just witnessed but he wasn't sure where the sense of being trapped came from. Not that it mattered at the moment; the important thing was snapping him out of it before he fell too far into it. Were this his own son, he would be tempted to go and pull him into a hug, but this Adrien might react badly to it. Instead, he stepped forward and rested a hand on Adrien's shoulder; enough contact to hopefully pull his attention without seeming overly presumptuous. "Adrien?", he said, clearly concerned. "Are you alright?" The answer was obviously 'no', but it still seemed like the best thing to say in the moment.
Re: Confessions
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He couldn't.
But he also couldn't refute that even if it was uncomfortable... he could really use one.
So he simply gave a small nod, still shaking, fighting tears.
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And yet... he couldn't.
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And he trusted Ladybug, completely.
Still, the thought was weird enough to cut through just deeply enough that he could push his emotions back down for now, and work his way towards his usual composure.
"I don't think I'd be much for magic anyway, even in some weird bizzaro dream world."
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"I'm sure you'd be quite capable at it if you chose to put your mind to it," he said. "But at the moment, that's neither here nor there."
He pulled back from the hug enough that Adrien could see his face, but he didn't break contact just yet. "For now, how about you have a seat on the couch, and I'll make us some tea? I have a feeling we could both use a cup. And while I'm up, I'll find something to cover the rest of the mirrors in the house until whatever this is passes."
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Except that more recently he had started cooking, and actually eating with Adrien again. And somehow...
... Somehow that had been worse.
So the offer filled Adrien with very strong mixed feelings, confusion and dread among them, even though he kept them from his face. "Al... alright..." he said finally, looking down at his hands, playing with his doubled rings as a nervous gesture.
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As it would take a little longer for the water to heat, he went upstairs to fetch a few spare towel and blankets o cover the house's mirrors. Once he was certain he was out of sight though, he took a moment to lean on the wall and just... breathe. No doubt Nooroo would be concerned, but for Adrien's sake, he needed to remain relatively calm and in control despite the onslaught of intense teenage emotions.
He returned with a large towel that he draped over the top of the mirror that had sparked this particular incident, obscuring its surface- pointely without looking directly into it- before returning to the kitchen to retrieve the now steaming kettle and turn off the stove. Once he'd added it to the tray he brought the whole thing into the living area, setting it on the coffee table in front of the couch. "I... wasn't certain how you like your tea, so I brought both milk and honey," he said a bit awkwardly, carefully pouring hot water from the kettle over the teabags in both of their cups. Tea thus poured, he sat down on the couch next to Adrien and added a spoonful of honey to his own cup, stirring it in gently.
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