Jen’s Yearning Emporium

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Mirror Mirror 6

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In which things get worse before they get better. But also you learn some new things.

Warnings: Swearing, minor violence, panic, tough situations, Cortana is still on her Halo 5 plotline for now.

Word count: 1.9k

You landed hard and rolled. You groaned softly when you came to a halt.

Fucking hell. Not again.

Pushing up carefully onto your hands and knees proved you weren't too badly hurt, just a bit banged up. You stood to take a look around.

You were no longer with the Warden. You couldn't see John or the others. In fact, you couldn't see much. You'd been put into a room, perhaps fifteen by fifteen, furnished with a simple chair and bed. The only door you saw proved to be locked when you tried tugging on it. The handle wouldn't even turn.

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Oil painting of Kirk against a blue background. He is wearing his green uniform and holding an orange and yellow flower to his face to smell it.

he loves flowers <3

oil on paper, ~A5; process photos below the cut

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talented artist yessss this is beautiful those colors are just stunning

Mirror Mirror 6

Find the series masterlist

In which things get worse before they get better. But also you learn some new things.

Warnings: Swearing, minor violence, panic, tough situations, Cortana is still on her Halo 5 plotline for now.

Word count: 1.9k

You landed hard and rolled. You groaned softly when you came to a halt.

Fucking hell. Not again.

Pushing up carefully onto your hands and knees proved you weren’t too badly hurt, just a bit banged up. You stood to take a look around.

You were no longer with the Warden. You couldn’t see John or the others. In fact, you couldn’t see much. You’d been put into a room, perhaps fifteen by fifteen, furnished with a simple chair and bed. The only door you saw proved to be locked when you tried tugging on it. The handle wouldn’t even turn.

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