This will be a rather unusual drabble story written for a rather unusual AU of mine. There is a plot, just in a non-linear form. Hope you enjoy!
1. Mirrors
There was a faerie in the mirror. His face was lovely, achingly so, all shards of glass and hollowed-out cheekbones. His skin was incredibly pale; tinged with a faint blue, near indistinct but providing an ethereal shade not found in human complexion; and his irises were a silver that reflected the world back at itself, just as a mirror does. The fingers that reached towards me were unnaturally long at first glance, but soon I would see the additional joint that caused them to curl like seashells against the palm. The wings that sprouted from the shoulders were not the feathered ones of an angel, nor the diaphanous stained-glass of a butterfly, as books portrayed them. They were dead maple leaves, oversized and overturned, touched with frost, fluttering in the non-existent breeze.
Changeling, the faerie whispered. Were you so blind that you never saw the sickness was not one of drugs, but of iron? That the medicine did nothing but give you a cheap buzz, accompanying an addiction that fey blood would only reject? Why did you never tell them that your hair was always the colour of ashes, and your eyes as whitened as a cadaver's?
His lips stretched into a bitter smile.