Where am I? Part 1
Aaron walked over to the mirror and stared at his reflection in disgust. the mirror reflected an image of a black cat, short and scrawny, with large orange eyes and a dark purple mohawk.
Merlin's Revenge Chapter 3
The array of tiny sensory organs spread along on the back of his tentacles and even to a lesser extent the tendrils on his face picked up the reflection on that faint sound.
Akko's Hypnovember Day 14 - Pocket Watch
Angel carefully twists the watch around in his hands, making the lights of the study room reflect from the crystal into prisms cast upon the wall.
Skinwalkers: Distant Thunder, Chapter Seventeen
He looked down, and found his reflection looking right back up at him—a reflection that he felt he recognized a little less with every weird thing that happened. "what the hell are you?" he asked it. **next chapter: 3/05/2025**
Dragon Transformation story
The ore seemed almost liquid, reflecting the sun's rays seemingly in an infinite chasm beneath the snow. salthanath couldn't help but pull off one glove to feel the stone beneath his bare skin.
NM #13 ~ Window
Even when finished with brushing, he couldn't help but scrutinize his reflection for several minutes until the awareness of movement behind him broke his fixation. "morning sweetie."
Jurash "goju" Sulfam
Its skin consists mainly of small deep black scales with purple reflections very similar to obsidian shard visually, hence the name of race. in certain angle, luminosity and care condition, it is even possible to see in it as in a mirror.
No One Dossier: L4
Each mirror reflect an individual person's life. there is no sun in lost but the plane is illuminated by each of the mirrors, light streaming out from each of the reflective surfaces until someone steps in front of them.
You Were Expecting More?
Hence why i say it’s slightly venting, sometimes the mood of the poem i’m writing will reflect a mood i moved on from or it’ll just be a story of a place/mood i want to be at/in.
Cafe (SFW)
Some minutes later, the glass reflection distorted as the front door of the cafe opened and the two men stepped through.
Dante's Reminence
The bright moon reflected on its mirror surface. he looked up at the moon, turning his body so he floated on his back. he floated with the silent flow of the river, thinking back about how many times he looked up at the moon.
Getting Better
As they trudge through the rain the body and countenance of the bird is reflected in windows and puddles, each eliciting a sigh turning their head one way and the other to avoid seeing their own reflection which most would consider a shame as he is by no means