She wakes up and counts to ten, slowly, a pulsating pain beginning to pound in the recesses of her skull. The tiles of her bathroom are refreshingly cool against the side of her face, and it grounds her, pulls her away from her delusions. Of course, there's no man in her mirror, she just needs a shower. Unsteadily, she rises, cautiously averting her gaze from the mirror. She reaches eleven, and realises she's been counting out loud.
"Talking to yourself is probably a sign of concussion, you know." It's a smug voice, a corporeal voice, with the kind of nuances she finds easy to loathe. Piper turns, and looks at him, the fine aristocratic lines of his face and brazen blue eyes, tousled sandy hair atop a smooth and ageless complexion. The hate is instantaneous, although she can't be sure if it's mutual. In return, he appraises her, looking a little appalled as his eyes complete a full sweep.
"Who are you?" she demands, hammering on the glass as if she can shake him from his mercurial prison. His eyes narrow.
"Stop with the infernal banging, woman. The name's Theo, and you're stuck with me."
hmm see i fucked up months ago and i only realised now because as we all know i never write drabbles. so this is Count and it SHOULD have been drabble 119. it's the mirror au (long since abandoned i guess) it fits right in between Nod and Break A Leg. HOW did i write TWO drabbles and NOT post them on SEPARATE occasions? i'm just a mess. permanently.
oh fuck the drabble is called COUNT and i clearly can't