( Ben can't help but laugh a little, a small scoff, more hollow and visceral than amused. yeah. he can't help but agree with that sentiment. 'normalcy' seems to be a joke in this place. worst part is, Ben isn't very good with humor.
the other person turns, regarding their connecting mirror finally, and all that Ben is treated to is — the sight of two little, but intense lights, living embers in the dark. Ben stiffens, straightens; his mouth shuts tight from being relaxed, and Ben lowers the feather in his hand. suddenly, he realizes that it never occurred to him...that someone he might encounter here might not be human. Ben hasn't laid the gavel on the matter, but it widens the scope of possibility — there are people beyond what he himself is...and it's brutally humbling.
whatever this man possesses, human or not, is compelling. Ben swallows, fighting against a dry throat. he likes to think he isn't to base as to make assumptions on appearances, but the man's voice has been tense the whole exchange through. this...feels like confirmation, a reflection of fraying nerves.
Ben can relate. ) I didn't catch your name. ( said with a curiosity, because he knows it wasn't given. minutes ago, all Ben could think about was to find the gotcha detail in his room, a trick door or a key, something...
but now, standing at the mirror, all he feels content to do is...to talk. is it really so strange? spending such stretches of time without interaction, shouldn't he be a little social-starved? except that...Ben isn't sure he could move away from the mirror right now, even if he wanted to. magnetic, like pulling him helplessly on a line. this feels important, it feels important to connect with the person beyond this threshold. ) Where were you, before all..of this?
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the other person turns, regarding their connecting mirror finally, and all that Ben is treated to is — the sight of two little, but intense lights, living embers in the dark. Ben stiffens, straightens; his mouth shuts tight from being relaxed, and Ben lowers the feather in his hand. suddenly, he realizes that it never occurred to him...that someone he might encounter here might not be human. Ben hasn't laid the gavel on the matter, but it widens the scope of possibility — there are people beyond what he himself is...and it's brutally humbling.
whatever this man possesses, human or not, is compelling. Ben swallows, fighting against a dry throat. he likes to think he isn't to base as to make assumptions on appearances, but the man's voice has been tense the whole exchange through. this...feels like confirmation, a reflection of fraying nerves.
Ben can relate. ) I didn't catch your name. ( said with a curiosity, because he knows it wasn't given. minutes ago, all Ben could think about was to find the gotcha detail in his room, a trick door or a key, something...
but now, standing at the mirror, all he feels content to do is...to talk. is it really so strange? spending such stretches of time without interaction, shouldn't he be a little social-starved? except that...Ben isn't sure he could move away from the mirror right now, even if he wanted to. magnetic, like pulling him helplessly on a line. this feels important, it feels important to connect with the person beyond this threshold. ) Where were you, before all..of this?