A/N: Perhaps that nightcap was too generous, eh, Jeremy?
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I expected you to show up, said his reflection through thin sneering lips. So, what do you think?
I do know you, he thought, I have seen you before.
Not about me. About the Labyrinth. Isn't this where you wanted to be?
Where am I? he wondered, It is somewhere very familiar.
In the mirror, behind that mocking reflection that was definitely not him, walls bent this way and that, geometric paths to nowhere, tricks and detours. They moved, too, exits became entrances, dead ends led to the way forward. Somewhere beyond the Labyrinth was the castle.
D'you like it? Asked the reflection again, You built it all, stone by stone.
And he wondered, tried to remember if he had seen it or dreamt it or read it by torchlight. He reached for his hair. The reflection did the same, shadowing each and every move to an impossible precision.
What are you trying to prove to yourself, it taunted, that you are hallucinating? That I am a figment of your imagination?
And he could not shout, for the girl slept in the room next door; he could not step away, for he was too drawn to that castle, to those paths.
You have seen it before, growled not his image, this time leaning forward, almost through the mirror's surface, you have been here before. You have always been here. I have always been here.
And the labyrinth, Jeremy noted, all the while that strange reflection spoke nonsense, the labyrinth continued moving, but it had turned away from that fantastical castle and instead raced, most determinedly, towards him.
Surely it will break the mirror, was all he had managed to think.
