Slender arms around his waist were an anchor dragging at him, slowing and eventually stopping his panicked flight. With shaking fingers, he felt at his eyes, sure that, despite his ability to see, he would find ruptured, ruined orbs waiting for his finger tips. No, he was whole. He was whole and he was sound.
His own arms encircled Vhanet's waist in an instinctive response to her embrace. Just the physical act of contact had a calming effect, and his breathing began to slow. They were still quick, shallow breaths, but his vision was no longer gray around the edges, and the terror clawing at his mind began to loosen its grip.
When he finally opened his eyes, he stared over the top of Vhanet's head at their reflections in the mirror. Just their reflections, no longer haunting visions of future mistakes. He held Vhanet tightly, silently thankful for her presence here. As he pressed her against him though, he caught the flash of steel reflected in the mirror. Clutched in a small, golden skinned hand was a narrow, straight bladed dagger, the cutting edge of its blade darkened with a menacing looking liquid of some sort. In confusion, he looked up to meet Vhanet's eyes through the mirror, a reflection of a reflection bounced between the mirrors flanking their hallway. Rather than the comforting warmth and affection he normally saw on her face, her features were twisted into a snarl of fiendish delight, a cruel smirk at what she was about to do.
With a terrified squawk, he planted his palms on her shoulders and pushed her away, across the hallway. He...
Was running through the House of Broken Mirrors, fleeing something that he saw only in fleeting glimpses out of the corner of his eye. The narrow hallway of mirrors twisted and doubled back on itself, splitting and forking impossibly. Behind him, he heard the tinkling chime of breaking glass on stone. Closer now than last time, it was gaining on him, and he was tiring out.
His breath came in labored gasps, and sweat streamed from his body, stining the dozens of small cuts that laced his skin. He did not know how much he could keep running. Mindless, animal terror was the only thing that kept him moving now, he had passed well beyond mere physical exhaustion.
A red blur flashed across the mirror in front of him. It was behind him. It was getting closer. He struck the mirror hard enough to jar his teeth, arresting his flight as he spun back to face the creature pursuing him. He caught a glimpse of razor sharp teeth and scythe long claws before he closed his eyes and pressed his fists to his temples, "It isn't real, it isn't real...
"...It isn't real. It isn't real," repeating the words like a mantra to ward off evil, Seidaku none the less waited for a knife blade in the stomach, or in the throat, or somewhere even more painful. When he finally opened his eyes though, what he saw validated the truth of the words he had been repeating. Gone was the cruel light in Vhanet's eyes, the malicious twist to her mouth. He could still see that Vhanet in the mirror, snarling hate at him. But the woman in front of him was the same woman he had met in the Sunken Conundrum. Who had pretended to know Reimancy just to be able to speak with him. The same woman, he realized, that he loved.
And with that realization came the strength of conviction. The terror and the panic were still there, clawing gibbering at the back of his mind, urging him to run, to flee and hide and leave Vhanet to her fate to save himself. But that terror was no longer controlling, no longer guiding his actions. With more confidence in his tone, he managed a weak smile at Vhanet and said, "None of this is real. We just have to, ah, make it to the end, and then we can leave."
OOCIn this thread, the paragraphs in italics are flashbacks. Seidaku is remembering a previous trip into the House at the same time this is occuring. I apologize if this confused anyone reading.