#mirrorlxst

Wil paused looking down at the ground at the person laying there, his head soon jerking up when he heard someone coming towards him. 

                  “THEY were already ON the ground when I got here.”

Like a good neighbour Ego, All-State Wilford is there!

Literally. He appeared out of nowhere behind Lucas.

“Hey Bing! So I - huh. This isn’t th’ right room. Hey you!” Original thought abandoned, Wilford hurried over to the other with a grin. “Have ya any experience in paintin’ rooms? Dark is out fer th’ day so I wanna paint th’ meeting room purple.”

JESUS CHRIST, he couldn’t make a mustard and veganese bologna sandwich without the Upstairs Bitch™ coming down to ‘stomp his throat’.

For what ? For the chance to spew pathetic vitriol ? Please. He couldn’t even be original about it ! C’mon Evan ! You know better !“Y’kno’ what ? ” HABIT lathered the last loaf with drop of mustard and turned to him, sandwich in hand. “You got spunk, kid, I’ll give ya that. Packin’ some major balls, right ? Right. And I appreciate that. I notice. Don’t think I don’t. Heh, Daddy approves,” 

A hand came up to his face and brushed up to his cheek only pat it playfully harsh. He tried for the A+, but sadly all he was getting is an S, for stupid.  “but you’re severely, an’ I mean fuckin’ severely lackin’ in the intelligence department.”

Off he went, chewing in thought. ‘Burn. In. Hell’. 

   his was not the only mirror in this world.     john exhaled, seemingly cold and unforgiving, as was his curse to bear, and in his eyes his own reflection was clearer at a glance than to stare at all the broken shards he carried with him. ultimately he was a haunted, weathered figure, dressed in fraying edges and sallow features that thinned the flesh against his skull until he was little more than his bones, and already more or less translucent the longer he stayed his hand and feigned his share of courtesy.    ‘ lucas, ’ koschei repeated softly, clipped as was his custom, but with an underlying warmth this time that sought to steady him, even as he reached out with a tentative grip, gently squeezing lucas’ shoulder.    ‘ can you tell me what you saw? ’ 

            "WELL, it’s JUST your L U C K Y day isn’t it?”