#anundyingworld

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SHERLOCK UNIVERSE???

“You only see what I allow you to see, Mr. Holmes, no more and obviously no less.”

The statement-of-fact tone that emanated from the mirror was one Glass recognized, having used it on many occasions, and she studied this version of herself with keen interest - as did a tall man with shallow cheeks and cutting eyes, who was standing not far from the reflection. He seemed to be becoming more uncomfortable as the seconds passed, eyes glancing more quickly and rather frantically over the woman as if trying to put together a puzzle but not being able to find the pieces.

Another man, sitting, watched the other male figure on his side of the mirror, and stood, clapping his hands together. “Okay! It’s been a pleasure having you over, Miss uhm-“ a pause, a slight furrow of his rather heavy brow because of the sheer oddity of the name, “Glass. I’m sure Sherlock will have a grand time with the case you presented, after he finishes the one he’s occupied with right now, and my wife will be expecting us for dinner in the hour. So if you haven’t anything more to add, then I will very respectfully show you the door.”

Glass’s reflection looked away from the taller man and at the stockier one. “Thank you, Doctor Watson. Your courtesy is appreciated,” she responded, using a polite tone which she then turned back on the other man. “If you have completed your assessment, Mr. Holmes, I shall take your friend’s offer of escort and make my exit.”

Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson? Tabitha raised a brow, the corner of her lip twitching into a smile. Fancy that.

“You may leave, yes,” Sherlock responded with a nod, holding eye contact with Glass for as long as she did. Something in his eyes - oh, he was flustered, no doubt, but that…that looked like vague respect. Tabitha couldn’t help but feel proud, as though she had succeeded, despite knowing that that reflection was not actually herself and the success was not actually her own. As the reflection began to exit, Sherlock’s eyes sparked with realization. He turned to her, a finger raised, and John and Glass paused. She watched him intently. “I would not suggest exaggerating when you share your assessment with your employer,” he stated, words calculated, clearly looking for a particular response.

The reflection smiled with a cold amusement, and yet with as much respect in her eyes now as had been in Sherlock’s as she gave the response he required. “As I said, Mr. Holmes, you only see what I want you to see. As does my partner. Doctor Watson, if you will?”

The image in the mirror faded, leaving Tabitha staring at her actual reflection, wondering at what she’d seen. What an interesting life. Not that her own wasn’t. She couldn’t help but smirk, though.

Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.

Fancy that.

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That 3 sinking thingy

Fc: Helena Bonham CarterName: Unknown - knicknamed "Glass"Residence: Arkham AsylumSexuality: Female ; Non-sexual

On October 15th, 2002, an automotive accident occurred outside Gotham city. One vehicle was at the scene and totaled. The only occupant was a woman in the passenger seat who appeared to be in her late twenties. Her seatbelt malfunctioned, and she had hit the windshield head-on during the collision with the other vehicle which was absent when police came on the scene. This woman, as well as the vehicle she was found in, was never identified.

She spent a few weeks in a coma while her body repaired the brain damage. When x-rayed, doctors found a large piece of glass that had been embedded in her thigh for what they decided had been several years, and proceeded to surgically remove it. When she came out she did not know who she was, nor did she recall anything about her own past before waking up.

After several months in the hospital it became clear that the rest of the brain damage was irreparable, and that she was not regaining any of her long-term memory capabilities. She had continually longer fits of insanity, which she was brought out of when given the piece of glass – thereby earning her the nickname Glass. When they took it from her she very nearly starved herself to death, so she was allowed to keep it.

After attacking nurses and then her doctor while in non-lucid states of mind, rambling on in mostly fairytale quotes for long periods of time, and claiming that a shadow was stalking and trying to devour her, she was declared clinically insane and moved to a mental home. The doctors determined that she was too dangerous a patient to keep in this environment, however, and moved her to Arkham Asylum after she proudly stated in sci-fi show quotes that she used to be an assassin, and later killed her psychiatrist by stabbing his femoral and carotid arteries with her shard of glass when he insisted that several characters she referred to as friends were nonexistent. 

Having been in Arkham for three months now, she is terrified of the guards, dark spaces in her cell, and crows outside the small barred window near the ceiling whom she believes are Maleficent’s spies. She will physically cling to any visitor who does not seem threatening or speak unkind words about her fairytale delusions, and is relatively harmless to said visitors. Visitors are welcome to speak or listen to her from without or within her cell, provided they do not press charges against the Asylum for any outcome whatsoever of their actions, and allowed to drop off books or edibles. She has a pile of the former in the brightest corner of the room, and one or two that she isn’t fond of in the dark space.

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"I'm trying to be a wise person here, okay?!" She huffed. "Basically, something bad is gonna happen."

"Well, I understand the general meaning of the phrase. What is going to happen?”

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"Not that kind of storm, fool!"

Tabitha raised a brow. “I won’t listen if you’re not at least polite, Cyra, dear.”

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“A storm is coming.”

"Yes, I can see the clouds. What are you being so terribly grave about it for?"

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SUPERNATURAL VERSE

Meme: (x)

Glass had been about to vacate a scene, but she paused, catching sight of movement in the corner of her eye. A mirror, she realized in a second, her senses telling her that there was no one else nearby that it could have been reflecting. She relaxed, and went to pass the glass, but stopped again in alarm when her reflection didn’t move with her.

Actually, she wasn’t sure that was her reflection. 

There was a woman in the mirror, standing with her back toward Tabitha and looking exactly like the original, but she was dressed noticeably differently. Worn black jeans, a pair of shoes that looked like they were comfortably fitted, but had a steel toe, a jacket that only came to her waist, her hair tied back without much care. She was standing very still, in a space that was blurred from Tabitha’s view but looked dark and dirty, and holding a shotgun.

No, the more she looked at the person in the mirror, the more certain she became that that wasn’t herself.

But the other person finally moved, just turning her head to look behind her, and then appearing to see Tabitha. The woman’s red eyes were what caught Glass off-guard, because otherwise the two women looked the same. Red eyes like in her dreams, the eyes that belonged to the Void when she saw it in nightmares as a human. Always red. Not even glowing, just an eerie, dull, red. The image in the mirror raised a brow, glancing around where she was, and then turned fully to face Tabitha, approaching her - not confidently, but not at the cautious speed Glass would have.

The other woman stared coldly for a moment, examining Tabitha as if she was some unusual artifact, then turned and seemed to shout at someone. The two pointed upper canines reinforced the dream-image of Void in human form.

She came closer, and Glass almost wanted to step back, but she'd seen a mirror like this before. A few months ago, actually - Tabitha wondered if she was hallucinating periodically. The other person couldn't hurt her. They were separated...as if they were in different universes, looking through a window at one another, Glass concluded.

A movement behind the other woman, and a new person - no, a new version of a person, who happened to be Cyra - appeared. Her and the other Tabitha exchanged words, and Glass was rather surprised at how happy and free the other self seemed. The couple looked like they'd seen hell together. Maybe they had.

Something in the dark drew their attention, and they left Tabitha's view.

She was smiling, now, while she left the building. That could be her and her Cyra. That happiness, togetherness. It was a beautiful idea.

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DOCTOR WHO VERSE

Meme: (x)

There was no way that that woman could be her, Tabitha thought. No fucking way in hell.

It wasn’t a reflection - the woman was moving of her own accord and she knew she didn’t look like that. Maybe she had when she’d been wasted for a week after SHIELD. Maybe.

Glass stared in horror when the woman approached, the same eyes, the same height, the same facial structure, the same person, really. But not. A strikingly lovely dress was hanging from her like nothing more than rags, and she moved slowly, stumbling every few steps until she finally steadied herself with her palms against the edge of some sort of...console, Tabitha supposed, briefly glancing at the surface.  She looked tired, exhausted. Her cheeks were sunken, dark circles under her eyes. She stood with her legs apart, Glass finally noticed, as if closing them would be painful...

A set of footsteps came from behind the reflection - or shadow - and Tabitha saw the woman's breathing grow uneven, saw her jaw clench and her posture stiffen, her eyes hardening. To Tabitha's shock, the woman raised a finger to her lips, seeming to look straight at Glass. A man, a psychotic-looking platinum blond, came up behind her and said something in her ear, causing her eyes to widen and fear, hatred, and further exhaustion to flash through them. Tabitha understood that. She also understood the resignation - not defeat, but acceptance - and the lust that was tainted with pain. The shadow didn't want to be there, but she couldn't let go because there was just a little bit of something good left. Tabitha understood and respected the woman. The shadow kept her eyes on Tabitha, as if she knew the other wouldn't leave her sight. Glass was better, that was obvious, and the shadow needed the hope of better.

She died. Or he killed her, Tabitha wasn't sure. Maybe the shadow had been dead for a long time already. But she saw the last breath leave, saw lips turn more pale. She turned away from the mirror, giving the corpse some dignity, hoping that she'd never turn into such a lifeless, hopeless creature as that.

She couldn't tell Cyra about this. She'd sound insane.

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00:00:00

Meme: x

Tabitha had stopped watching it years ago. She knew people who had notifications on their watches, set to go off more frequently as they got closer, and people who had calendar after calendar on their walls, marking off day after day. People in cafes would talk to each other about it for hours on end, older women would smile at glowing younger women and ask how much time was left. Even in bars. Drunken chatter would eventually turn to the same old subject. But Tabitha had stopped watching, because she didn't care. She knew people who had died before their time ran out, leaving their 'soulmates' alone. The timer wasn't a guarantee. It was a guideline. And she was sure she wouldn't make the line.

So she'd stopped watching.

She'd looked down one day. Just to itch something. She had to pull her sleeve back to reach it. She saw 20 seconds count down. Fifteen. Ten. She didn't move. She couldn't move. It was counting down her doubt, her logic, the entire philosophy of life she had. That nothing would ever, ever turn out how it was supposed to. Either she was right, and everything was hopelessly wrong, or she was wrong, and something could go right. If one thing could go right, how many other things could?

It was hope. Or dismay. And there were five seconds left.

Glass looked up. She looked around. She was in a parking lot, of all places. Down again. It was finished. Done. No one was there. So she'd been right, then. She stiffened and grit her teeth, resigned to the fact. And then she looked up, about to continue to walk. A woman ran into her, stumbled, and Tabitha frowned, reflexively steadying the stranger. And for the first time in her life, she asked.

"How much time do you have?"

The other woman looked up and then blinked, looking down while she spoke. "I don't know, I haven't looked at it forever. It's probably a few years or something-" She broke off, and Glass glanced at her arm.

Six zeros.

They looked up at each other, both with a measure of disbelief. Tabitha swallowed and held out her hand. Cynical comment after embarrassing thought passed, none of them coming from her mouth. Finally, she managed a few words. "What's your name?"