Acceptance - Forgiveness
The horse lay in his bed again, reflecting on he past he tried so hard to forget. he wanted to move on from it.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 19
There, right at the very edge, where his torch barely reached, was a single pinprick of reflected light, a reddish half-sheen staring back at him like a single, bloodshot eye. it was _him_.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 65
A splinter broke free and landed in the blood at his feet, distorting the reflection, warping and stretching and doubling the features until it didn't resemble his own face anymore.
Piece of Glass
He didn't wish to see his reflection. didn't wish to ... see the blank eyes. the gauntness. didn't wish to see how awkward he was. didn't wish to acknowledge it.
Ennui Go
The feline reflected. _can one reflect a hallucination?_ "like no one wants me around anymore." the copper-bright eyes dimmed, became soulful, pleading. "no one cares anymore."
Those Bygone Dog-Star Days - Chapter 23 of 37
Just like mom he looked like he hadn't slept in a few days and i wondered if that's what i looked like, too, barring my reflection from the elevator. "hey buddy," dad got up and gave me a tight hug, "how was the ride?"
Inra's Fable
The mud-stone walls reflected the light around the small room. little cubs of all ages surrounded her, waiting to hear tales of their ancestry and legends. she simply smiled for many moments, looking around for inspiration.
Meeting
It was beutiful to see it with the snow reflecting it's light. i got up again and looked down at puddle of melted snow that had gathered in my cave to see my face.
Why a dragon?
The dragon became a mirror, a reflection of my emotions, pain, a lot of pain. writing fiction led to digging out my traumas and getting to know myself deeply.
002 - The World pt.01
That's when they catch both of their reflections, the reason they wanted to nap in the first place, of the two humans sitting together in the back of the bus.
The Slayer and the Sphinx: Chapter Sixteen
Instead of his reflection, he found himself looking at mortoph, his expression as chilling as it always was. "are you well, ozzie?" he asked. "yes, master mortoph," ozzie answered.
The Cerebral Corporate Cortex
The agent reached and grabbed the device with his off hand and looked down on it, the glow of the gem reflecting off his iris, almost blinding him as his pupils readjusted. "what am i supposed to do with this?"