• 02 - Mirrorheart

    46 – Decisions

    With ten minutes until Crawford was due to arrive, Ryan left, giving her one last “good luck”.   They had tidied the office area, making everything as presentable as possible. Ryan had assured her she looked fine – and a quick trip to the bathroom mirror backed up his words, showing her that she was probably as presentable as was possible.   Stef looked at the clock. Five minutes to go.   She opened the requiring app and set up a carafe of water with a few glasses – there was no knowing if Crawford was going to bring company. It wasn’t what she’d been told to expect, but it…

  • 02 - Mirrorheart

    45 – Prim and Proper

    Scan after scan. Blood, hair and various biopsies. Tests that focussed on her human self. Tests that focussed on the solid chunk of magic in her chest.   The kitten pillows helped somewhat with the hollow, voidy feeling inside her, but just a bit. They weren’t a long term solution, but they helped in the really bad moments.   It was like getting used to a weird texture or taste when you had no choice but to endure it. When she’d tried to verbalise it to Jones, she’d simply nodded, commented “bad stim, gotcha,” and promised to keep the heartbeat pillows coming whenever she needed them.   With movement, it…

  • 02 - Mirrorheart

    44 – Lineage

    ‘I hope this was-’ Ryan started.   ‘You don’t have to keep saying shit like that,’ she said, ‘or apologising, or whatever. I don’t think you know how far above the baseline of every single fucking person in my life you are.’ She pulled the crinkled silver packet of coffee beans from her pocket. ‘Why’d you get these?’   Ryan blinked and looked a little surprised at the question. ‘Well, in the time I’ve known you, you seem to have drunk an inordinate amount of-’   ‘Cause you know I like coffee. Exactly. You got me something you thought I would like. And, to reiterate, I did. Last birthday present…

  • 02 - Mirrorheart

    43 – Cake

    In a way, the rest of the day was familiar.   After the accident, she hadn’t been in a coma – which was apparently Ryan and the others were referring to “being dead for nearly a month”.   No coma, but a long stretch without many memories. A long sleep, like a princess in a castle.   After she finally had a longer period of wakefulness, the days had been filled with tests. Blood draws and tentative appointments with specialists to address what hadn’t been sorted in the major surgeries.   A lot of her doctors had been hesitant to give her details – assuming that either she wouldn’t understand…

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    An End to 2021, A Start to 2022

    From Alisa Hi everyone! My name is Alisa, I do the voice over for Ash and Blue. I just want to say that this year and the one before have been difficult for a lot of people, but it has been incredible starting my career/hobby in voice work with such an amazing group of people. It has truly been life-changing to join this community and to become friends with the creators. All of the support for this project has become a beacon in my life and I want to thank everyone who has been a part of it from the bottom of my heart. I hope we can continue building…

  • 02 - Mirrorheart

    42 – Birthday

    The hug was the only thing in the world.   One arm cradled her head, one wrapped around her back, and both held her to a warm, strong chest.   ‘Are you all right?’   There was the stock answer you were supposed to give to that question. The “yeah yeah, I’m fine, nothing to see here, you don’t want the real answer” polite deflection that most people expected.   If a cashier asked that, you weren’t supposed to give a real answer. They weren’t paid enough to deal with the emotional dump from a stranger.   If a magic secret agent man asked that after you’d just been resurrected,…

  • 02 - Mirrorheart

    41 – The Colour Spectrum

    There were a lot of questions that an agent had to ask over the course of their life that a human didn’t have to.   Most of those questions had answers in protocol or precedent.   All of that aside, Ryan wasn’t sure what level of celebration was appropriate for a birthday when the guest of honour could best be described as “dead”.   It apparently didn’t give Merlin the same level of quandary as he had spent most of the morning decorating the lab. A hand-drawn birthday card sat on the rolling drawers beside Stef’s bed, and a banner along the wall had joined it.   Whatever he did,…

  • 02 - Mirrorheart

    40 – The End of an Empty Life

    Time came, time went, and she couldn’t get out of bed.   Indigo. One more memory to go.   And there was an inevitability about what Violet was going to show her – how her worthless little life had ended.   And she hadn’t been that different in the last memory.   Part of it was the certainty that ran beneath the amnesia – facts that were just…solid, despite the holes in her Swiss-Cheese-Sam-Beckett memory. Attempting to take her life hadn’t been that long ago, compared to when she’d died.   There’d been so many…strains of nothing that had woven into that moment. Not reasons for, but more like…reasons against…

  • 02 - Mirrorheart

    39 – Last Tether

    For the longest time, the couch and her ghostly self had been waiting. A video on pause, waiting for the brainpower, emotional energy, or whatever to be activated.   And for whatever stars were aligned, she finally felt ready.   Stef slowly slid along the couch until she sat just above the paused memory. Then with a deep breath in, she shuffled off the couch, falling directly into her own translucent shadow.   And as soon her bum hit the smooth surface of her world-   Her eyes.   Not her eyes.   The past-the present-the-   In a way, she wished it had been dramatic. That she’d cried and…

  • 02 - Mirrorheart

    38 – Grey Miasma

    Ryan allowed himself to be led out of the research facility and onto the smooth pavement.   ‘Come on, Newborn,’ Jane said gently as she pulled him down the street.   Behind a deli, there was an anonymous-looking service door that led to a set of fairy stairs.   There was the usual momentary disorientation of leaving a System area, though without the accompanying fear that came with entering a Solstice-created blackout zone.   There was no reason it should be hitting him hard. He had been sure that he’d gone through all the possibilities, that-   And there was nothing logical about griefs, even when your very programming was…