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ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴏʟᴏɢɪsᴛ ([personal profile] fumitory) wrote in [community profile] wasteyard 2019-06-09 08:29 pm (UTC)

Jesus

( Ben clamors away from the mirror in a burst of movement, twisting and landing on his backside as he'd been sitting. he sighs, breathes, shoulders slumping with relief as his eyes settle on the image of Will over there, on the other end of this mirror.

needless to say, Will's presence was a little bit unexpected!
)

Scared the devil out of me... ( Ben grumbles to himself, lower than his typical speaking range, said only to himself. he doesn't know that he can be heard, doesn't think he can speak to Will now that they're back to being separated by mirrors again. Ben hadn't been able to call to Will as he watched him slip away into the threshold, certainly.

he pushes himself up onto his knees, crouched to look through the fine cracks of their new means of seeing one another, and while there is an undeniable glow of distress in his expression...Ben is far more relieved to see Will is all right.

(then again, Ben can't help but feel that he has to hope it's Will... he doesn't like the way the mirror makes his face look uncannily segmented, just out of alignment. who knows what he's truly looking at anymore.)
)

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