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The gilt mirror glittered as the first dewy rays of the morning sun filtered through the dense foliage without. Wincing, Tyki turned his eyes towards his reflection. He was quite handsome, he thought. Good-looking enough to draw in girls aplenty, which he had, in the days before he was reborn as a Noah. Running a hand through his casually layered hair he smirked. Tyki Mikk, you're one good-looking fellow, no doubt about it.
He was happy, for his life was flourishing. He was on his way to where his human friends were, and he'd just finished settling a particularly pressing matter with the Earl. Yes indeed, life was wonderful and glowing.
And then his visage changed. His eyes narrowed as his reflection rippled in the ornate mirror; the now greyish pallor of his face stared back at him, golden orbs twinkling maliciously in the still-soft light. His grey hands reached up, caressing the row of stigmata etched deeply into his forehead as his mouth widened into a leer. Yes, that's me, he thought. That's what I am, and I can never change back again.
The vision passed, and he sank down on his bed. Once a contented pious man, the birth of the Noah within him sent him into the dark abysses of vice and darkness. In days long past his was a glad life of many pleasures, and he lived on the enchanted dew reminiscent of fairy tales spun by the brothers Grimm. Yet now, it seemed as if he had strayed into a dank forest, with the unhappy leaves of the deadly nightshade trailing everywhere. All good things from him had fled, leaving behind the cold semblance of the life he once led. His doom had been fixed, and never could he escape. To the Earl he was bound, whether he liked it or no was not his to choose.
Forever foundling in the threads of the bloated spider he would be, withheld from both heavenly glades and the fiery pits of hell. It was his lot to remain in limbo, never to be saved. And he knew that.
In early days he had tried to resist the changes – unlike Road, he had not taken a sadistic view of things. Seeing innocent people he tried his very best to let them live, hurting the exorcists only when necessary.
Now though, resigned to his fate, he had slowly lapsed and let the Noah take control of him. Of course, he never descended to the level of Skinn Bolic; he was way too well-bred for that, and he never allowed himself to become the cool detached self that Lulubell was; he did not desire becoming a cold heartless man.
Desiring companionship, he sought among mortals, befriending some railway workers. And so they went on, and he never betrayed his unknowing friends, for they brought joy to him and he felt almost human, the way he hadn't felt for a long, long time.
But the mirror image destroyed everything. He could not keep up that gentlemanly, humane facade, for in him a Noah burned. He was no longer the Tyki Mikk of old – he was now a cruel heartless man bent on destruction. Anyone who knew him would suffer in the end, and he knew it. It rankled to know, all the same.
As the world spun on, he breathed. With the last of the human in him he would stay away from his friends. It was the least he could do to keep them safe. His fairy tale life that existed eons ago was over, and the spoon that deals him life is no longer sprinkled with the sweetness of enchantments. For he was now a poisonous tree; any insect that partook of him would be doomed to a fate worse than death.
A/N: I'm still happily reading Silent Spring. Love the language used! I find Tyki to be a very intriguing character, like Road, he's nowhere as repulsive as the Earl or Skin or whoever else. He's like an onion, somehow. So yeahh, review if you please! :D
