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[madehervows]

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( ɹoɹɹᴉɯ | late evening of the 18th )

[mooring]

[ despite being privy to her own desire to cross over, finnick hadn't been able to confirm she had been successful in her endeavour until meeting her real. after a few attempts at charming the pants off of her, he'd called it a day, excusing himself to spend his time walking slowly within the mansion with a stride that suggested he owned the place. the encounter had left him feeling underwhelmed, somewhat disappointed by her own real, as he took to wondering how his was — the thought to join her lingered, but as the reals were swapping with their mirror counterparts, he thought it best his feet remain locked within the sand on this particular side of the looking glass. but he takes to her room to write on her mirror, wondering, for the first time he's written on it, if she'll see a message on the other side. ]

[ or perhaps the apple tree, but he finds her real is far from the ripe apple he's used to. ]

[vowsfulfilled]

[There are very few people on the mirrorside that Regina even bothers with. Her Huntsman from 'home' for one, but even he's become somewhat of a bore; the permanence of death on the colourless side of the glass doesn't lend itself well to having people hunted down. The victor's mirror, however, has managed to catch interest and keep it. A queen deserves only the very best, after all. With her self-given mission completed almost immediately after her arrival on this side of the glass, and unable to cross, she'd taken to her real's room. It's one of the few areas she can't spy on, both of them far more experienced with the magic of mirrors than most of Wonderland. She's uncovered them since, in case of communication from beyond the glass, and behold...]



[It's written in thick ink, the firm hand of royalty showing even on the mirror's surface.]

[mooring]

[ at least he has managed to capture her in his net. his own message could be seen to anyone who happened to have permission to enter the room of her real — robin hood, the alleged huntsman from the tales he can't quite recall in vivid detail from his own real, but never his real, always taking to somewhere else where he can't spy on him in his beach abode. but his instincts had been right in knowing she would return to the one place where her real would take to keeping her own secrets. or perhaps she knew he would take to the mirror, not in a bid to see if she was all right, but maybe to hand over some information to help her navigate the tumultuous sea of regina mills' own private kingdom. ]