Cursed Reflection (Open)

[natalia]

Nat wiped in futility at the tears that flowed freely down her cheeks. She didn't quite understand why she bothered to cry. This was nothing new, nor did it hurt. The salve from the Greenhouses had seen to that. Nat hadn't even enjoyed her reflection in the first place.

Swiping angrily at her tears, she unlocked the stall, approaching the mirror. It already pained her to see how plainly unattractive she was. Perhaps her looks were okay upon Giovanni, but upon her, she was simply hard to look at.

Even with the swollen bruise on her face, the only thing Nat saw of her reflection was the plain face she had been cursed with. It was by no means her. She saw her brother every time she was forced to find herself staring at a mirror. It was a sick feeling. She couldn't pull her gaze away, no matter the pain she felt.

Taking the salve from her pocket, she attempted to bring her hands to a still. They continued to tremble with the quiet sniffles as she rubbed the salve upon the bruise, the swelling slightly fading. Wiping the final tear, Nat continued to glare at her reflection, shocked by the sudden reflection accompanying her own.