Jesse’s head was spinning, the sensation of Emily’s hands on her taking all that remained of her scattered attention. The kiss was urgent, passionate, hungry - she’d barely part for air and there it was again, taking all her senses hostage. It was so, so good. But it was also wrong, and something in the back of her mind was screaming that Emily wouldn’t just come up to her and kiss her like that, as much as she’d like it. This time, Jesse pushed ‘Emily’ away and held her there by the shoulders. “You’re not Emily.” She said, breathless, flustered, but also very alarmed. The one wearing Emily’s face opened a wicked smile. “Maybe not, but I’m surely what she wants to be.” -- ylimE, or “what if the mirror entity decided to take on Emily’s face and have some fun?” A theatrical, cunning, shameless knife-murderous reflection, she is~ and Emily would be so mad she can ace the fashionista villain look! xD Thanks for the people on the Oceanview discord server for collectively fleshing her out, I love her so much