the little things || Connor x Female!Reader [Detroit: Become Human]

chapter 5 || Eden Club . [3]

JAN 20TH, 2039
PM 10:53:03

second person POV;

The gentle yellow glow bounced off of the marble counters, accentuating the room with a lighter glow.

Your eyes bore back to the duplicate person at the other side of the mirror, looking at you with fatigue evident on their sunken face. A yellow glow softly basked itself within your eyes (it wasn't as noticeable from afar, however, so you were quite fortunate to have seen that little detail when you leaned close to the mirror).

Panda eyes. A feature in which is only apparent when you've constantly slaved away at work and at home without clawing at the mere concept of sleep. The bags weren't blatantly obvious, but you sought for the assumption that they were. It was like a weight strictly forcing down on you.

You blinked once, then twice, but it wasn't like those bags would disappear just like that.

There was also something you disliked about this infiltration ... the clothes that you had to wear.

This change in fashion was deathly apparent (you've never worn something so ... revealing before), and it was uncomfortable. This much exposure to your skin was enough to surface feelings of vulnerability and insecurity - feelings you hadn't want to experience in such a long while.

Suddenly, there were several, troubling thoughts that gouged their way into your head (thoughts that you wished you've never thought of, especially at this point in time), and you were beginning to feel overwhelmed and perturbed.

Your eyes began to wander elsewhere, for a few moments more than you'd anticipated, and your steady gaze settled upon the flickering LED on your left temple. There it was, in all its glory - a completely legitimate looking LED light. But, no matter how authentic it seems to be ... it's fake. A counterfeit, so to speak.

Perhaps this counterfeit LED light would be enough to convince the perpetrator. You're supposed to pretend to be a Traci, designed to accomplish a person's needs and desires in the form of sex and other intimate means. The thought made you shudder.

A bag that sat ways away from the rounded sink began to ... sink, catching your inattentive gaze (you really weren't paying attention to anything in particular. Staring at stuff seemed to be your forte, but you never really look for the sake of looking ; your mind goes elsewhere). In the bag contained a handful of makeup products. In the midst of observing such items brought you to the blissful realization that you almost didn't need to wear makeup before meeting this perpetrator.

Almost.

Without thinking much of it, you took out what little makeup products you had and sprawled it across the counter. You came to the conclusion that the makeup wouldn't be there for display. It had to have some use, and you were certainly going to utilize such into your already lovely appearance.

timeskip;
third person POV;

A sigh escaped the woman's lips. Putting the makeup back inside the bag, her eyes flicked upwards to directly face the mirror. She lightly tilted her head, and saw the exact duplicate of herself reciprocating immediately.

Quickly pulling her oversized flight jacket closer to her person, she trembled helplessly. In more ways than one, it was absolutely necessary for her to warm up (she mustn't alert the perpetrator, but she also needed to stay warm for the sake of being warm - if that makes sense at all).

(Name)'s features slowly contorted into one of discontent and unhappiness. This was a pain. It surely was. The cold suddenly felt like a smooth padding on top of her skin, making her feel almost numb to the temperature. All (Name) could do at that point was stare at her reflection, and lean closer to the limpid mirror before her.