anthypophora .XX.

[Bawww spamming the front page forever, I'm sorry.

At great length:]


Honestly, I'm far too old to be doing this sort of thing any more.

[There's a slight trickle of water when he rinses out a rag, dabbing it against some part of his skin.]

I do apologise, Eve; it seems the mirror can be melted, but I have yet to find a temperature that would permanently eliminate the reflective surface. It resolidifies quite quickly.

Fail-filter to Caim:

Ice Magister. You did say that that woman bore a resemblance to your mother, correct?