Dark Mirror

I had a feeling August was more than he let on.
 
Outside of the fact that I've never run into a changeling so far (that I'm aware of), this discovery doesn't surprise me. I *know* magic—it's probably the only thing I'm sure of in this world—and I knew something fucky was up with the way he'd "cast" his "magic" to change forms. Guess now I know what my gut was trying to tell me. I'm not upset at him for holding onto this either—not like my opinion matters much. Everyone has secrets, and people keep them close for a reason. He's entitled to that.
 
But there's something else.
 
His chosen form.
 
The way he talked about why he keeps that one. How that grotesque scar is on purpose. It hurts all the time. Constantly. Every day. Every damn day...
 
Something happened to him. Something haunts him. He carries a weight around with him everywhere, some sorta darkness that hangs over him. I can see it. I *know* it. Because I.....I....
 
I wonder how much the others know. How much he'd be willing to tell. It's such a dangerous thing to be curious, and yet.
 
It seems as though my darkness feeds on danger.