@interdimensional-ship [x]
Being yelled at was one of Mirrormare’s fears that made him cry, being screeched at.. Not so much. Sure, it made him shudder, but nothing much more than that. His cape flapped from the wind of her roar, and he backed off a bit because loud noises were bad.
He swallowed any lumps he had in his throat and tried to unwithdraw himself. Mirrormare rubbed the back of his hands quietly for a moment before seemingly mustering himself enough to not have both his hands glued together.
His claws were lightly out, spaced nicely to see the tips glow faintly white. That faintness was all he could muster with these magic-inhibiting bracelets on. It’d work, but it’d just take longer, with more scratches.
“It’s for their own good, it’s for their own good..”
Mirrormare reassured himself, and brought himself towards Lor to scratch her with his glowing nails.










