Jun 21, 2015
“I don’t like mirrors.”
[ ☆ ]–a minute ago, he was quite sure he was alone.
it was one of those rare times where they allowed themselves to be idle in the murderworld, and haejin decided that it would be good to just sit by a stream and study the flowers that grew by its banks. everything was going smoothly until the elder decided to appear (so suddenly too–curse those adaptational powers for masking his pheromones) and engage him in unwanted banter.
“i can see why,”was his saucy answer, not even bothering to look up from the hibiscus he was observing. maybe he’d leave him alone–castor was one of the few who could, after all (advantage? perhaps.) and he bet what remained of his sanity on that small hope.