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WHAT in person
WHERE everywhere
WHEN day 101

[ Sooo, all around there are MIRRORS. Large full length mirrors, small handhelds hanging from ribbon from tree branches, whatever. Some of them are just normal mirrors, hope you like your reflection.

But some of the ones with green frames show you as a child (or "younger"). Some with red frames show an ugly truth or fear about you (imagine, if you have an anger problem, shows you super angry, or if you're afraid of disappearing your reflection will be transparent, whatever something metaphor-like yanno) and those with pink frames reflect not you, but someone you love. Ha ha. ]

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Just watching?

I'm leaving it.

[ turns, though Lucy is still draped on him but listen ]

Oh? But this is such a good chance, Judy.

[by which i mean no you're not. lucy just applies a bit of pressure to turn him back toward the mirror]

[ uh ]

It's just a vision.

[runs his hands over Judy's shoulders, and then down his arms, stopping when he has one hand on each wrist, meets Judy's eyes in the mirror.]

[ elbows him again and also, stomps on his foot ]

Don't you ever tire of these games?

[wow if only i felt pain in a meaningful way huh

like you do

like it probably hurts when lucifer starts to dig a thumbnail into Judy's wrist.]

Are you tired? It doesn't look like it.

It's just a mirror.

[works his thumb in, the nail is a little sharp, but only a little, just enough to break skin as he twists back and forth to dig deeper]

So you don't miss it?

Does it matter? It's been so long I don't even remember what it's like.

[watching the Judas in the mirror starting to bleed from where Lucifer is burrowing a hole into his wrist]

Can you only miss what you remember?

You haven't seen him in just as long.

Let go.

[just looks down at him (=]

Lucifer.

I haven't given you any scars in a while, have I?

[ uh, he tugs a little more insistently on trying to free himself, though still not like desperate, yet but there's a little edge of nerves in his annoyance. ]

Could you not? At least let these bodies stay nice and clean for once.

Stigmata would look so cute on her body though, don't you think?

[pushes further, really working his thumb inbetween the bones of his wrist]

[ it would be a bravado with a bit of a mocking buff but instead it's a pained whimper ]

— stigmata. Really?

Better to remember him by, don't you think?

. . .let go.

Don't tell me it's not your kink?

[yanks his thumb out but that really only lets the blood floor more freely]

. . . let go.

[ a little more anxious. ]

[starts digging into his other wrist]

Shall we go all the way? The side, the head, the back? I always thought you two looked quite a like, you know.

[ tries to curl a little, bring his wrists in towards his chest, it stings and hurts but far less than what Lucifer's hinting at could come but, also, ]

Similar. . .? Similar? Me and him? Who could even believe that? If that's part of your game then you're way off today, Lucy.

Oh, only skin deep.

[speaking of, worms his thumb under the skin a bit]

You don't think so? Your noses are practically identical.