#eah angst

Raven looked in the mirrors around the dormroom, every inch of her reflection haunting her. Every gleaming surface reminded her of what she was meant to be, of what she was destined to do. And although she couldn’t hear her, couldn’t see her, she knew who was beyond that reflection, the mirror of herself. Standing up from her bed, she walked over to Apple's large mirror, staring at herself. Her dark hair hung past her shoulders down to her waist, the prominent widow's peak and dark color reminiscent of her mothers own features. She took so much after her mother it made her sick, no matter what she did she still looked like her. In fourth grade she shaved off her widow's peak, it didn’t do much to separate the similarities between the two. In seventh she begged her father to let her dye her hair any other color, nothing stuck and she was still her. Raven furrowed her brow watching Apple stir in her bed, when she looked back at herself she saw a glimpse of her mothers evil image in herself. Stumbling back from the mirror her breath quickened and she looked around for her headphones. She couldn’t stand the suffocating feeling of being in there any longer, it was too much. She put her headphones on and sat on the windowsill, looking out onto Ever After. Her breathing steadied and the music calmed her so she could finally clear her mind of anything having to do with those mirrors, her mother, her destiny, Appl- a light tap on her shoulder drove her out of her thoughts. She removed her headphones.

“Raven?” It was Apple, Raven didn’t want to look back at her so she just stared into the night sky. “What are you doing out here?”. Looking back would mean risking seeing herself again, considering nearly every surface was a mirror.

“Why did you have to decorate the room like that,” She huffed out under her breath. Apple looked at her with a quizzical look on her face, why would she ask that? She thought Raven had liked how she decorated her side, it was dark and evil and perfectly reminiscent of her destiny. “What do you mean?” she asked softly, Raven let out a ragged breath, was she crying?

anywhoosie I imagine raven stepped in to help duchess with ballet practice when her partner didn't show up :3 i had a little line im milling around with but i MIGHT save that for another fanfic