— beyond the reflection. hall of mirrors ✧ cw: choking
Traitor. It's no wonder he will never forgive you.
[ Every harsh whisper cuts through the silence. Like a dagger straight to the heart, Kaeya can feel those words dig into him where it hurts the most. He doesn't know how long it's been since he first step into this hall filled with mirrors, pieces of himself reflected through the glass surface where they can judge and admonish every single one of his missteps. It takes him a while to realize that there's really only one of them that he has to worry about, but with many other Kaeya's looking right at him, it's difficult to tell which one is real and which one isn't.
That's practically the last thing on his mind, given the hands around his throat that gradually tighten with every attempt to knock his doppelganger right off him.
He thinks he might have fought way harder earlier on. There was a desperate need to win, no matter how much the odds were stacked against him, but after many repeats of the same lines he'd told himself — that Diluc would never trust him again, that Diluc would never save him even if he was here — he shifts gear and focuses on countering what the spectre is saying instead.
He knows Diluc, he'd say. That man would never believe the things his doppelganger is insinuating. If his voice wavers and sounds uncertain, he'll blame it on the chokehold he's currently dealing with.
He'll find a way out of this mess. All he needs is an opening. ]
ʙʏʟᴇᴛʜ.
hall of mirrors ✧ cw: choking
Traitor. It's no wonder he will never forgive you.
[ Every harsh whisper cuts through the silence. Like a dagger straight to the heart, Kaeya can feel those words dig into him where it hurts the most. He doesn't know how long it's been since he first step into this hall filled with mirrors, pieces of himself reflected through the glass surface where they can judge and admonish every single one of his missteps. It takes him a while to realize that there's really only one of them that he has to worry about, but with many other Kaeya's looking right at him, it's difficult to tell which one is real and which one isn't.
That's practically the last thing on his mind, given the hands around his throat that gradually tighten with every attempt to knock his doppelganger right off him.
He thinks he might have fought way harder earlier on. There was a desperate need to win, no matter how much the odds were stacked against him, but after many repeats of the same lines he'd told himself — that Diluc would never trust him again, that Diluc would never save him even if he was here — he shifts gear and focuses on countering what the spectre is saying instead.
He knows Diluc, he'd say. That man would never believe the things his doppelganger is insinuating. If his voice wavers and sounds uncertain, he'll blame it on the chokehold he's currently dealing with.
He'll find a way out of this mess. All he needs is an opening. ]