mirrors
mirrors: what is your muse’s least favorite thing about their appearance?
—— that was a tricky question, and it was then when a question hit him: when was the las time he had looked at himself in a mirror? he had taken glances while getting himself ready, but it had been a long time since the last time he actually looked at his own reflection. he didn’t like it, the look that greeted him. a mixture of coldness and harshness, all in one single glance; it was like looking at his own father, bitter and disenchanted. his own look disgusted him “my eyes. i hate my eyes.”










