there are no more mirrors
If you can't see your scars, are they still there? He presses his fingers to his neck, and he can't even feel the puncture wounds, just above his collar bone, any more. All his scars have faded, the blessing and curse of the life of the undead.
What he can feel is arms that wrap around his stomach from behind, and after all these years, he does not need a mirror to tell him what the planes of Angel's body feel like next to his. These days, Wesley no longer needs a mirror; just reflected desire in someone else's eyes.
(originally for Sunday 100)