Peter finds the mirror | 08/12/24
*pokes the new guy*
and he's a literal antique mirror.
why-- why is he poking his glass ?
. . . ? ? ?
The wolf made a few steps away looking at the mirror. "Gio really needs stop having secrets..." He murmured and sighed.
“ . . . io ? ”
a curious whisper seemed to murmur.
just while he was still there, a little veiled figure pokes from the corner of the mirror. Like a ghost .
“ . . . Gio ? ”
the voice seemed to echo now.
“ nn-- i o o o o . . . ”
a few gentle taps on the surface in response.
There was really someone in it? He looked at his watch, maybe it's like his watch? A token?
He stepped closer placing his hand now against the mirror.
"Can i enter this mirror with another token Gio has given to me? Can we talk then?"
The mirror rarely speaks unless, well . . . catered. Gio had kept one of the few remaining mirrors made by the De Vergas for (certain) reasons. Perhaps Peter will figure out about it soon.
As strange as the antique looks like, the surface slowly grows colder, only for it to begin feeling like the surface of a water. Consider it a yes, perhaps.
The entity knows it scares people when he tries to touch their hand from beneath the surface. He didn't want to scare the new guest.
Christmas—what a strange time. Peter had no family to go to; all he had was a watch to travel to Gio and find whatever the past was pulling him toward. He was off from his priest duties, and all he did was leave Gio a letter to find on his desk.
"I don't know how you’re going to spend your holidays, but I need something good for this time. I fear I can't find it here right now, and I need some answers before I meet some of my friends for the holidays. I found a mirror recently here in the building. It was strange, but maybe you can tell me more about it? I could swear someone is in there, and it's knowing you. How strange it sounds, I think it wants me to enter it. Am I going to find you in there? I will find out tonight before I have to leave for the holidays. Because I also have to meet some friends, I will try to be back before New Year." He didn't mention that he also had planned to use the watch after getting out of the mirror again to give Gio one of his two Christmas presents from the past. The other was for the present-day Gio. But the past Gio—Peter got so close to him that he wanted to gift him something too.
That was all. Peter didn't know he might meet his friends at all or Gio in the past because he would not leave this mirror on his own again. But now he was standing in front of it, and when he saw the structure changing, he sighed.
"Alright, I hope I'm going to find some answers." And with that, he went through, and while going through it, he lost a piece of his priest robe, which was lying in front of the mirror.
The least that Gio wishes Peter to find in his wide array for collections are the once that he keeps in particular places . In this case however, it was made known to him that . . . he's discovered the mirror.
Out of all things he could've become curious of. How can he easily thread things that links to him with ease without knowing a single clue about them ? Seeing the letter, the cardinal immediately knew what he did .
He knew it .
He befriended it. The ghost .
Oh god, out of all things he could've asked him instead ——
He took no time to wait. He was quick to rush for the mirror only to find a piece of his ensemble . He will be followed ! he can't stay there and let his curiosity lead him!
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While the cardinal might be too late on catching him, Peter will be welcomed in like a little fish led by an unseen hand . A lonely depth that felt like water and air, small glimmering stars filled as he was taken in. But if one is observant enough, one can tell they weren't stars nor fireflies .
Glass .
fractured shards that harmlessly looked like faint lights guiding one to the surface, only for Peter to surely find himself in what looked like a lonely room .
Rather elegant . full of antiques but in their pristine condition . And if one knew Gio? Some of the things that adorned the room looked like the exact identical ones that the cardinal owns back in the present. No one will be there to greet him , but surely he'll find a man asleep soundly on the bed resting by the corner of scattered books and papers . Definitely not Gio , no .
The window was left open and a little pile of snow has built up by the floor, heavy curtains gently dancing with the wind that entered.
This place is rather depressing .
Cold . Nothing but a vast woods and white spaces of blank snowy fields by the view. The fireplace wasn't even bothered to be lit up .
Peter always did what he shouldn't; that was his nature, and he felt that Gio hid a lot, which made him want to understand him. After five years of knowing the man and loving him, they were still not very close, and it made him feel frustrated in some ways.
When he entered the mirror, it felt definitely strange. He had no idea what to expect or if he would truly find answers. His mind was not at peace, and when he entered the room, it felt very lonely to him. The feeling of isolation wrapped around him, and when he looked around, it was cold—so very cold—in this room, with snow built up on the floor. Without thinking much, he went for the window to close it, and a sound escaped him because it was so cold. The fireplace was also off, and at first, he didn't see who else was there, but then he noticed a man in a bed who was asleep. When he came closer, he saw it wasn't Gio, but he had already suspected he would find someone else there.
But who was he? He looked around for a place to sit and saw a chair. He sat down and cleared his throat. "Hello? Excuse me?" He had no idea how to make himself noticeable. Was that man even real? He had just entered a mirror, or was this merely a fragment of something that had happened in the past, and the man wasn't really real?
Graciàn is the easiest to stsrtle among all that Gio knew ; with the sound coming from windows shutting, he was quick to feel his senses coming back. When he was called ? Eyes immediately bursted open.
He looked towards his direction , nervously gripping at the sheets that kept him warm . What - no, he doesn't recall this one. He doesn't recall him ... who is he ?
Tired eyes stared with curiosity and fear.
“ Du bist- ”
his eyebrows furrowed , keeping his voice soft as he seemed to have inched away- oh.
Oh !!!
now he's scared .
He'll hide back under the sheets.
“ I didn't -- I didn't write any letters today ! darling ! No letters he - he's... he's not coming , I swear no letters sent O- or, or --- ”
The last thing he wanted to do was scare him, so he raised his hands and pointed at the mirror at the other end of the room. "I am the man who was talking to you. I think I talked to you. I was the one asking if you know Gio? I am Peter, and we are..." The wolf felt the blush rising on his cheeks.
"Let's just say I have feelings for him. Things are complicated. I am here because I found the mirror, and someone was reacting, and then I stepped into the mirror and landed here. I have no clue what this place is. Normally, when I use tokens, I come out somewhere in the past. Is this place the past too? He never told me about you, and I really need answers." Peter spoke, and he was so extremely nervous that he tried not to speak too fast because he felt like the other might not understand at all how he came here.
And what was this place? It didn't look like Gio's; it was someone else's memory.
"What do you mean by letters? And who isn't coming?"
Ah! It isn't . . . a delirium ? Not one of those days ? The man was quick to peek out of his sheets . Somehow, at least his fear disappeared immediately.
A visitor ! Yes ! a visitor !
“ Gio , . . . ” he tilts his head after mumbling the name . If Peter can talk with a man half - insane , then perhaps he'll survive a day. He'll be . . . fine .
“ . . . has he found a new wife ? ” he can't help but furrow his eyebrows . He's a priest isn't he ? what had been happening outside ? But then, as he listened while wide eyes remained at the wolf, Gracián's mind slowly shifted .
Right . a seeker . a new seeker .
As his pale eyes darted from right to left, chuckles followed right away.
“ Welcome, welcome, here— oh , — !”
He'll crawl off of his bed, eyes not leaving the newcomer . He giggled . Oh, such a sweet one isnt he? But those eyes... whatever the world has done to them. His mind was as fragile as the crisp snowflakes on the window he just finished closing. But the moment a foot set down against the floor, the man seemed to have inhumanely fell against the cold marble, only emerging like a strange entity with silence in each move.
The veiled ghost.
He'll happily float close, features obscured with the strange fabric that faintly reflects the priest. Like... a mirror. yet so fluid...
he'll swirl, circling him with curiosity.
“ You seek answers . . . ” he spoke in a low, oddly serene voice. “ . . . I can give that . ” he made sure that the priest followed him. Each move. Each shift of attitude. His face might be obscured, yet he kept his hidden face close as he circled him like a floating ghost... made sure he studied Peter, and Peter stared at his own reflection against his reflective veil .
He moves swift. Aggressively swift, sometimes ... eerily slow.
“ . . . ah . ”
a slow nod .
“ Hello , ( Peter ) . ”
then, the strange being pulls away.
It'll simply float calmly Infront him, head kept low but .... the oddity felt like he kept eyes on him in all corners. Almost as if peeking through him. It takes some time to regain a little ounce of sanity, mm . . .
and just as he regains stability, the room oddly grows — slowly — a little warmer. Almost shifting to a little bit more... lovlier atmosphere. Does he command it ? Nobody knows but a haze of strange sunlight would grow from the window. And the room strangely . . . more proper ? the books had appeared to be arranged properly in stocks and shelves .
Looks less of an asylum for a frantic lunatic.
“ What must I . . . ( answer ) first ? ”
His head tilts.