#mirror walker

A few months after Supernova

Narcissa didn't have much to do lately. House arrest was pretty uneventful, so with permission, she contacted Nova to see what kind of hobbies she took up when she was in the hold of the anarchists. Astrology wasn't exactly surprising given her powers, and Narcissa had read multiple books on it, so she gave it a try.

Now, after a few months of doing it, she understood the real reason behind the hobbie.

It almost felt like she was connected with the dead. Not in a creepy, necrophiliac way, but like when she looked at the moon she felt her grandpa looking back down at her.

The Cronins weren’t exactly religious, but she hoped her grandpa was somewhere nice among the stars.

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The only reason house arrest was bearable was because of Danna Bell. She was the one to usually check up on Narcissa daily. They only had brief interaction but Narcissa looked forward to it everyday. Lately, she’d even been getting a little dressed up for the short moments too.

It was pathetic but it brought joy to her and sad life… so what the hell.

The doorbell rang and Nacissa put down her book to get it. She passed the mirror on the wall, stopping for a moment to fix herself.

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“I don't know you well, Narcissa, but I'd like to.” Danna put her hand on the red head's shoulder, “I meant what I said in the cathedral. I want to be your friend.”

Narcissa blushed. Danna was bold, she liked that. She was pretty, Narcissa liked that too.

Yes, their morals didn't align fully, but… maybe… no… yes? Narcissa wanted to go for it, she'd been hesitating and scared her whole life, it was time to be brave. She’d done it before, she could do it again… hopefully.

“Yes, friends… at least.” Oh damn, I did it.