Cain Hargreaves (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
misterblackbird) wrote2010-02-09 07:28 pm
misterblackbird) wrote2010-02-09 07:28 pm
Entry 378; Day 417
[Voice Post]
((Click.))
((There's some silence at first, some vague and useless sounds. Cain, the Cain most everyone already knows, speaks, sounding like a bored partner in a game of chess:))
You're only a reflection, you know. I saw you in the mirror this morning. And you saw me too. I thought you were a simpler reflection than you've turned out to be. You're a bit more clever than I thought at first, I'll give you that much. You imitated me like a reflection should, of course. I suppose it was when you grinned and I didn't that I realised you weren't exactly my own reflection dressed up.
You are my reflection, but a different sort.
I don't even know why I'm so calm in dealing with you. Perhaps because I know who you are and you know who I am. I know how you'll move and you know how I'll move. You can't surprise me. Not anymore. You even know why I'm speaking to the Network rather than writing. I've turned my back on you, but I'm still watching you. And you're watching me.
((Murmurs in the background, a voice like Cain's, an echo, a perfect, hollow imitation. Cain speaks again))
We've had shadows talk to us here before, you know, and ghosts. You're nothing but a curse and no matter how carefully you follow me along windowpanes and mirrors, you are a curse and you are only ever a curse.
And--ah!
((The shadowy murmurs that had begun again stop immediately.))
No, I know what you want to say. I know it perfectly well. You want to tell me that you're my curse, but I know that. I know that already. Cain, with the cursed name, the name of the world's first murderer.
You can't tell me anything I don't already know. I even know your face. You are my reflection after all. Such a sad case, the lady with the broken heart, encountered by chance on the train. What did she say? 'The black angel with the golden eyes.' I suppose it suits me. Perhaps us.
((A pause. When Cain speaks again, his voice is clearer, closer.))
And there you are again. I can turn my back on you in the mirror, close all the curtains to the windows, keep from looking into puddles, and hide myself in my room again, but you'll still show your face again, smiling like that, smiling at me. No, I hadn't realised how very reflective these Network devices could be. You've quite proven your point.
And I know you should like it very much if I were to amuse myself with my collection today so that you could find your way into the brass and silver there.
((Cain's own rueful laugh.))
I think I can deny myself that amusement for a day.
((A heavy pause.))
I see you there.
((Silence, pure silence, and it holds for a moment.))
I know perfectly well what you intend to do and I shall not let you. Don't forget that you are my reflection. You are dependent on me. Without me, you do not exist.
((Murky, dark laughter: Cain's laugher as heard through a glass darkly.))
No, no more of that.
((There's a soft sound, a gentle tap, and Cain sets the Network device aside and turns it off with a--))
((Click.))
[//voice post ends]
[ooc: So it's Cain's metaphoric "other self" appearing in mirrors today. Several times in canon, he's referred to as a dark angel, an angel of death, a monster, a demon--his own mother (birth mother, that is) makes some comments about how, oh, he must have hidden his black wings and his tail before coming to see her. So in that mirror, just imagine a figure sort of like the traditional image of the Grim Reaper, in bloody, black robes with immense black wings, and Cain's face when he's at his most insane (he has his moments, you know). If the mirror figure replies, it will be from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cateyed_crow and the text will probably be different too.]
((Click.))
((There's some silence at first, some vague and useless sounds. Cain, the Cain most everyone already knows, speaks, sounding like a bored partner in a game of chess:))
You're only a reflection, you know. I saw you in the mirror this morning. And you saw me too. I thought you were a simpler reflection than you've turned out to be. You're a bit more clever than I thought at first, I'll give you that much. You imitated me like a reflection should, of course. I suppose it was when you grinned and I didn't that I realised you weren't exactly my own reflection dressed up.
You are my reflection, but a different sort.
I don't even know why I'm so calm in dealing with you. Perhaps because I know who you are and you know who I am. I know how you'll move and you know how I'll move. You can't surprise me. Not anymore. You even know why I'm speaking to the Network rather than writing. I've turned my back on you, but I'm still watching you. And you're watching me.
((Murmurs in the background, a voice like Cain's, an echo, a perfect, hollow imitation. Cain speaks again))
We've had shadows talk to us here before, you know, and ghosts. You're nothing but a curse and no matter how carefully you follow me along windowpanes and mirrors, you are a curse and you are only ever a curse.
And--ah!
((The shadowy murmurs that had begun again stop immediately.))
No, I know what you want to say. I know it perfectly well. You want to tell me that you're my curse, but I know that. I know that already. Cain, with the cursed name, the name of the world's first murderer.
You can't tell me anything I don't already know. I even know your face. You are my reflection after all. Such a sad case, the lady with the broken heart, encountered by chance on the train. What did she say? 'The black angel with the golden eyes.' I suppose it suits me. Perhaps us.
((A pause. When Cain speaks again, his voice is clearer, closer.))
And there you are again. I can turn my back on you in the mirror, close all the curtains to the windows, keep from looking into puddles, and hide myself in my room again, but you'll still show your face again, smiling like that, smiling at me. No, I hadn't realised how very reflective these Network devices could be. You've quite proven your point.
And I know you should like it very much if I were to amuse myself with my collection today so that you could find your way into the brass and silver there.
((Cain's own rueful laugh.))
I think I can deny myself that amusement for a day.
((A heavy pause.))
I see you there.
((Silence, pure silence, and it holds for a moment.))
I know perfectly well what you intend to do and I shall not let you. Don't forget that you are my reflection. You are dependent on me. Without me, you do not exist.
((Murky, dark laughter: Cain's laugher as heard through a glass darkly.))
No, no more of that.
((There's a soft sound, a gentle tap, and Cain sets the Network device aside and turns it off with a--))
((Click.))
[//voice post ends]
[ooc: So it's Cain's metaphoric "other self" appearing in mirrors today. Several times in canon, he's referred to as a dark angel, an angel of death, a monster, a demon--his own mother (birth mother, that is) makes some comments about how, oh, he must have hidden his black wings and his tail before coming to see her. So in that mirror, just imagine a figure sort of like the traditional image of the Grim Reaper, in bloody, black robes with immense black wings, and Cain's face when he's at his most insane (he has his moments, you know). If the mirror figure replies, it will be from
cateyed_crow and the text will probably be different too.]