Darkness surrounded her like an old friend, a lingering feeling on her skin, almost tingling. It felt familiar. It felt so good. Golden eyes were closed as she stood on top of the streetlight that she'd short circuited with magic. She breathed in the air that was colder than autumn but not quite winter. Somewhere in the middle. Breathing out left her with a shiver of anticipation that ran down from the nape of her neck all the way down her spine. Goosebumps raised on pale flesh before she let out a soft giggle.

As soon as her eyes opened up, Machholz jumped off and towards a building. She was heading to where she knew a full length mirror was. Heading to an abandoned warehouse so she could go into her second favorite place; Mirrorspace. If she could she would live there forever. Machholz would drag in her girlfriend and they would just spend their days there. Yes, it was a bit confusing at first, but they could make it. Between her, and the other Dark Mirror Senshi, Erythrite would learn how to navigate Mirrorspace like she was actually part of Machholz's court.

The reason Machholz wasn't in Mirrorspace right now was because she was going patrolling. Buddingtonite was still at large for what he did to her. He was just the worst thing to walk this earth, and Machholz had seen some things in her short time alive. Alas, there was no such luck finding him tonight. She didn't know if she could take him one on one; the last time she'd tried, she'd gotten help from a wonderful companion. While Machholz appreciated the help, she was hoping to have taken him by herself. Shaking her head of the thoughts, the white haired girl dropped to one knee in front of the warehouse of her chosing and grinned. Home sweet home, here she comes. A manicured nail ran over the old brick as she waltzed right in. There was no energy here, human or otherwise, so she felt fairly confident in being alone.

She made her way through the fallen building pieces, ceiling fans, fallen light fixtures, parts of the roof.. Jumping onto a catwalk that survived, Machholz's heels clicked as she made her way to the upstairs office, hands dusting railing that was squeaking and rusting under her weight and the swinging. Back on solid flooring, she wandered into the office and stopped in front of the mirror. “Hello beautiful,” she whispered to it, running her hands upon the dusty reflective surface. There were some tarnished spots along the corners, but it should still get her where she needed to go. With her overlay, the woman dusted the mirror off as best as she could without proper cleaning supplies and just stared at her reflection. There was a jagged scar on her face, long, going from just under her right ear to almost touching her nose. She traced that scar with a sigh and just frowned. Buddingtonite had done it to her, along with the scar on her arm that matched up perfectly with the scar on her side. Him and his stupid weapon.

Anger boiled as she thought about the battle. She didn't remember a lot of it, admittedly, but she had nightmares, possibly memories. Of course Machholz couldn't be sure. She just knew his name and the fact that he'd given her those specific scars.

Her girlfriend, however, had given her a different set of scars, the kind that couldn't be seen. She loved Erythrite. She loved her to pieces, but she couldn't help but think back to the day they both descovered who the other was. Machholz, for the second time in less than a year, was on the edge of death. Erythrite had nearly killed her before Machholz's magic was at it's limit and she powered down. That she remembered. Her brows knit as her heart twist in her chest like someone was squeezing it. That had been a really hard time for her, for Erythrite. Still, she couldn't hate Erythrite. The woman brought her to Leto, who brought her to the Dark Mirror Court. The pair of women saved her life.

“Well this took a turn,” she murmured barely above a whisper. Her fingers stroked the edge of the mirror, then traced the randomly ornate frame as she pulled herself out of her darker memories. “No. I need to focus on the good. I'm going home.” Forcing herself to smile, Machholz tapped the mirror and then pushed her hand through it, feeling it ripple around her. It was liquid almost, like water, or something a bit more dense. She sighed as she just kept pushing forward, feeling the mirror accept her, hug her back felt like her mom used to. Warm and welcoming and she would never get used to it. It was a very hard feeling to describe in all honesty.

Somewhere in stepping inside the mirror, her eyes had closed. When she opened them it was that beautiful space that she called home, that she knew Leto called home. “Honey, I'm home~” Her voice was sing song as she made her way through the ever changing space. Of course, no one answered, but that was fine. If something did answer her it was probably one of the Mirror Wraiths and she was probably about to get attacked. In all honesty? Today Machholz wasn't feeling like fighting something, even if it was a Wraith. Mach didn't even feel like fighting youma.

She stopped mid step as she realized she didn't know where she was heading. Tilting her head to the side, Machholz's lips tugged into a frown before shrugging. Maybe she'd go see her new puppy, Damocles. He was always fun to play with. Honestly, she felt a connection with the male instantly. Too bad they were both gay and taken by their respective partners. Not that Machholz would ever cheat on Erythrite. Oh, no. She loved the woman way too much to ever dream about cheating on her. Still, if she could ever have a boyfriend, she would pick Damocles.

“Yes, to Damocles we go.” With that in mind, she continued on her way, head held high.

Machholz was unaware of the set of eyes on her, watching her every movement. There were always dangers lurking within Mirrorspace...

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