@paksenarrion-reader TUMBLR STILL WON’T LET ME KEEP EVERYONE’S REBLOGS ON THE MIRROR OF ERISED POST SO I’M POSTING THIS ON ITS OWN. JUST SO I CAN BE A BAD INFLUENCE AND HAVE MAKO THOUGHTS.
Imagine Mako coming to the mirror several times throughout her life
The first time, when she is very young she sees her parents, alive and hugging her.
The next time, she still sees that, but the her in the mirror between her parents is different from how she really is, small and demur and more “Traditionally beautiful”
A little older still, and she see her parents (yes both of them, one on each arm because she loves them so much) walking her, more beautiful than she would ever believe herself to be in real life, down the aisle at her wedding
Years later, after meeting Usagi and crew, she sees herself as she is, surrounded by friends and the family she hopes to have in the future
(And someday, she encounters the mirror and does not recognize it for what it is, because she sees only her own reflection)
You’re calling this a bad influence? This is a million times fluffier than what I had in mind 😀
IT’S GETTING BETTER AND BETTER THANK YOU SAM I LOVE IT
AND I LOVE THE LAST PART SO SO MUCH THAT SHE DOESN’T RECOGNIZE THE MIRROR CAUSE SHE ALREADY HAS EVERYTHING IT COULD SHOW HER
I WAS SUPPOSED TO WRITE SOMETHING ELSE RIP ME
~*~
Minako turned her back to the Mirror then. “Step right up, who’s next? Mako-chan, you haven’t looked yet, have you?”
Makoto didn’t look entirely convinced. “I don’t know about this.”
Minako reached up to pat her back. “Whatever you’re going to see, trust me: it’s nothing you can’t handle.”
The taller Senshi studied her for a moment before straightening her back and squaring her shoulders. “You’re right. Okay. Here goes.”
Minako lifted a clenched fist. “That’s my girl!”
“That’s what you told Ami-chan ten minutes ago,” Rei reminded crisply.
“Duh. You’re all my girls.”
“Sharing is caring…” Usagi intoned in a sing-song voice.
“You know what they say–” Minako broke off, playfullness abruptly shifting into a battle stance. “Oh, shit.”
All present turned towards Makoto, who was staring into the Mirror as if her heart has just been ripped out of her chest. Very slowly, as if she wasn’t even aware that she was moving, she raised one hand and pressed it against the glass.
As soon as Usagi took a step towards her, Rei’s caught her arm and pulled her back.
“Usagi, no.”
“She saw her parents, didn’t she?” Ami said quietly.
Rei nodded. “I think so, too. Let’s back off a bit, give her some space.”
“Why, exactly?” Minako asked carefully. “I’m not saying we shouldn’t, just why is specifically that what we should do?”
“Because she’s going to start talking in a minute,” Rei replied with more patience than she normally exhibited through an entire month. “And she stops every time there’s someone within earshot. Says she feels stupid if anyone hears what she says, but she still has to hear it spoken aloud sometimes.”
“Right. Right. Let’s back off.” Usagi was the first to heed her own command. She walked backwards, however, unwilling to take her eyes off Makoto. “Wait, Rei-chan, how do you know that?”
“Sometimes we visit the graves together,” Rei said calmly.
Ami averted her eyes at that. Minako gritted her teeth so hard, she could hear faint ringing in her ears. Uasgi just held Rei’s hand more tightly.
And true enough, less than a minute later, Makoto had started to talk – softly, and too quietly to make anything out. She had to pause several times to find the right words, or to stop crying long enough to keep talking. Finally, she simply stared for a moment longer, as if committing every detail to memory; then she took a deep breath, like before a headlong jump into a swimming pool, and walked away from the Mirror.
And straight into an Usagi hug.
Makoto chuckled a little, returning it. “I’m okay.”
“People that are okay aren’t crying,” came a muffled reply.
“Want to talk about it?” Ami asked carefully.
“Come here, you guys.” Makoto beckoned at the other three. Ami and Rei moved to hug both Usagi and Makoto, one on the right and one on the left; Minako just jumped on Makoto’s back instead, legs locked on her friend’s hips.
“I did see my parents,” Makoto confirmed softly. “Proud of me. Happy with how I turned out. I told them how I’m doing. And that I’ve got so many wonderful friends. I saw them smiling when I said all that. That’s everything I needed. So yes, I really am okay.”
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