[There's a mirror that stands out this time when Sylvain comes to visit. From a distance it looks actually quite pretty. Charming even. It's a beautiful frame of crystal purple with vines of flowers twisted around it. However, when one gets closer there's all kind of fierce looking pitcher plants and terrifying plush toys with dangerous looking teeth. All of them look ready to attack someone approaching. Like they're trying to protect the owner of this mirror.
The owner who doesn't appear to be here at the moment.
Touching the glass will be a gentle warmth with almost an electric tingle. Like there's so much energy within it doesn't know what to do with it. But that it might just crack the mirror somehow even though the glass remains whole.
Stepping through it will lead Sylvain to the home of the Varley family. There's the sobbing of a small child and going around a corner will reveal a child's bedroom with Count Varley himself dragging a tiny version of Bernadetta by the wrist to a chair in the middle of the room. Far from anything else around it.
"Please, daddy! I'll be better!"
"You will when you learn to quietly obey."
"Please!"
But he's too strong. He's already yanking her right toward that chair.
Sitting by the door of the room staring at the seen is the older Bernadetta. In all her Fae glory. There's tears on her cheeks as she watches the scene. It's one she's remembered so many times now but seeing it in detail.]
cw: child abuse
The owner who doesn't appear to be here at the moment.
Touching the glass will be a gentle warmth with almost an electric tingle. Like there's so much energy within it doesn't know what to do with it. But that it might just crack the mirror somehow even though the glass remains whole.
Stepping through it will lead Sylvain to the home of the Varley family. There's the sobbing of a small child and going around a corner will reveal a child's bedroom with Count Varley himself dragging a tiny version of Bernadetta by the wrist to a chair in the middle of the room. Far from anything else around it.
"Please, daddy! I'll be better!"
"You will when you learn to quietly obey."
"Please!"
But he's too strong. He's already yanking her right toward that chair.
Sitting by the door of the room staring at the seen is the older Bernadetta. In all her Fae glory. There's tears on her cheeks as she watches the scene. It's one she's remembered so many times now but seeing it in detail.]
I...didn't want you to ever...ever see this.