[whispering] "I l-o-v-e you" [thru glass] -- open

[Light]

Plot: A boy/girl pulls a mirror down from their attic and places it in their room. After some time, a person begins to appear from time to time... who are they?

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The glass was covered in a coat of dust, the reflective surface showing a wide view in front of it. The sunlight that streamed in from the opposite side of the closed-in space hit the glass pane with merciless warmth, making the room glow a bright, lonely white. The gold trimming seemed to have been banged around, and left untreated for many, many years. It looked like something that you would find on a merry-go-round, on the inside pillar that the beautiful animals danced around. The tired mirror though, spent of all its promised splendor from when it had first been crafted.

The mirror was forgotten to all in the house below it, and tenant after tenant the mirror stood witness to, but never me. Only heard...

[CrimsonMoon]

Within that mirror... Resided a creature of neither female nor male orgins, neither alive nor dead but stuck in a suspended animation. Forever floating alone in some world neither real nor particularly unreal....

And like they have for many decades, the creature waited for someone to look into its world... Maybe a friend? No... Not a friend. A companion...? Maybe not even that, but tey always left for one reason or another...

[Light]

A section of the wooden floor board pushes up, and the wooden door makes a heavy bumping noise as it falls backwards. The ladder, and partner to the hidden door slides down, and shakes violently as it hits the floor waiting beneath it. IT begins to squeak as weight of a foot is applied, and a feminine voice floats up thru the opening, "--be careful, they said that the floor was too old to be used to firewood. If you fall thru..."

"If I fall thru, I get a nice stay in a hospital," a mans voice begins to joke, sounding much closer than the woman's. "There might be something up here that Hope might like in her room--I can feel it,"

[CrimsonMoon]

The creature in the mirror shivers with delight, companions? 'Gift' was a good word... A very good word... Mhm...

[Light]

A man surfaces into the dusty room from below and looks around. He takes in a breath, and looks like he regrets it as the rotted smell permeates his senses. "Ugh--Sally, toss up--" he gags, "air freshener--the big bottle. Smells like something died, was reborn and then died again," There's a clank, and the man begins spraying the smelling mist as he moves forward into the room, towards the mirror.

[CrimsonMoon]

Smells? It wasn't exactly ideal but it's not like I asked fo be here... It was all the rat crap, not like I could move and... Jeez

[Light]

"Hey, Honey, there's this mirror up here," the man says. His hand rests on the old metal frame, and he leans down inspecting it. "Repaint it and wash it up; it would look nice on a desser,"

[CrimsonMoon]

A reflection blinks back at him through the mirror, copying his words, testing them... Mirroring him. Cleaning! What a fantastic word to copy!

[Light]

Gripping the sides of the mirror, he lifts it up, testing the mirrors weight. "I'm bringing it down, get ready to take it," he starts shuffling back towards the hole in the ground, and slides it down into waiting hands. The woman stumbles under the weight, but manages to set it onto the ground.

"Are you sure Nate?" The woman questions, "I guess if she doesn't like it, we can put it in the living room,"

"She'll love it," the man climbs down, and the woman rubs a rag on the glass, knocking off a spiderweb.

[CrimsonMoon]

don't drop me, don't you drop me! the mirror silently pleads, the heat of peoples' hands on its 'skin' comforting and annoying

[Light]

The man picks the mirror up, taking the weight off of the woman. "You go get the rags. Ain't nothing else up there we can use," the woman walks away, and the man carries the mirror into a light, baby blue room.

[CrimsonMoon]

The creature reflects the moving world with quiet awe, how many centuries since he/she had seen the inside of this hallway? Hmm...

[Light]

"It might need a new frame," the woman mutters as she follows the man thru the house.

"It looks just fine, needs a little shining is all." He begins the rub the sees up and down with the rag. "Replacing it would be a waste."

[CrimsonMoon]

Yes don't replace me give me someone to copy! Give me moving things! The glass trembles excitedly, unable to help its happiness. After a few centures, you learned that the tiny things were the most exciting

[Light]

The man drops the rag on the floor and steps back from the mirror, "Some parts need removing and replacing, but with a good shine that it's had, it looks right off the shelf," he grins broadly, admiring the gleam of the mirror.

"If you say so," the woman sighs, feeling as she had repeated that several times that day alone.

[CrimsonMoon]

The creature copes the man, enjoying his broad grin and robust manner. It MAY have exagerated his motions a bit more than usual but it was still fun mirroring this man...

[Light]

The woman turns away and waves over her shoulder as she goes to another room, leaving the man with the mirror, "Don't you worry there," he pats the mirrors frame, "no ones gonna be destroying such an old piece of history in my house. It'd be too much of a shot to the heart to do something like that,"

[CrimsonMoon]

The man thinks he is smiling back at himself but the creature is actually beaming at him 'Thankyou' it whispers in a dead language of glass..

[Light]

The man absently hums, and stares at the mirror a few more seconds before looking around the room, "Pretty bare, isn't it? We'll have to fill this room up with stuff so you won't be alone,"

[CrimsonMoon]

The mirror glitters slightly in excitement, something other than mice to copy, and boxes to reflect on...