#older!grace

"Come on Mig, don't be such a party pooper! You promised!" Grace grinned, her eyes flashing gold. "You said you'd come with me! Don't you wanna summon some fairies?! I'm sure I got it right this time, besides, you can't break your promise. I'll bind it to you if you try to walk away."

The world was way too fucking loud today. And it was giving Miguel a headache. Would going out with Grace to the woods probably help? Yeah. But he didn't want to move from his seat on the porch. That and Grace's plans had a way of going much differently than planned.

"Do your fucking worst…" he mumbled.

Miguel frowned as he watched his reflection grin at him, swallowing hard and grabbing both his sisters' arm as he took a step back. Something was clearly wrong here. This whole place felt off to him, but the girls had wanted to check out the carnival. He knew he couldn't let them go in by themselves. Layla was normal and Grace was a fae. Anything could go wrong.

"We're leaving. Now."

The eyes in the mirror watched him, and the girls, the grin only growing wider as the boy growled protectively. The image hadn't otherwise moved since he stepped back.