Shivers coursed through Robin's body, lingering and intensifying at her fingertips. She felt her chest rapidly and deeply raise and fall. She believed her white dress hugged her in all the wrong places, making her feel bloated and overheated, and sweat began to accumulate across her forehead and erode her applied makeup. The heat caused blood to rush up to and splatter her face with a heavy blush. Her hair was becoming disgustingly wet and disarray.
Mirror Robin didn't look anxious. She was stoic and beautiful. Her breathing was steady and healthy. Her makeup wasn't wearing down and revealing red splotches over her face. Her hair was side-swept and fell elegantly against her cheekbone. Her dress hugged and accentuated every curve of her body.
Robin was contemplating fleeing the church, and Mirror Robin had the nerve to taunt her with her awesome perfection.
A/N: I'm just testing the waters with this HIMYM ficlet since I usually write for fantasy-ish fandoms.
But yeah. Hopefully this works—especially Robin's inner-turmoil. She's imagining all of this happening, but she can't see it in her reflection.