Of Mirrors and Moving On

Taako looks in the mirror and he sees…. He sees something. He sees long bleach-blonde hair with dark roots that are longer than he has ever let them get in his life. He sees bags under his eyes heavier and darker than the ones Kravitz had used to move in. He sees dark skin just a shade to sallow to be his, a nose that looks like it has been broken one too many times, the gap in his front teeth, the spots where his eyebrows aren’t perfectly in control, the side of his mouth that is just a touch higher than the other, the spaces where his freckles aren’t perfectly symmetrical, a million little flaws and imperfections that he has been trained to hate since he was young. Taako looks in the mirror and sees all these things, but there is something more than that there too.