Narcissus (narcissustic) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-04-17 22:45:00 |
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Who: Narcissus [Narrative]
What: Fighting the curse, winning, than losing.
When: April 17th
Where: His apartment
Warning: Dramaticus Narcissus
Ever since finding out that Echo had been attacked, Narcissus' mind had been slipping between the foggy, self-absorbed existence that he lived from day to day, and the sharp, painful clarity that came so rarely when the curse that plagued him broke. Up until Tuesday, it had been bearable, with only minor headaches and the dizzying clearness of the world around him. But the control he held over the pain could only last so long, and by the time Echo was to be released from the hospital, he broke.
The ensuing days were spent alone in his room, lights off, blinds drawn closed. His time was spent with a war going on in his head, between the cursed side that wanted nothing more than to continue living caring for nothing more than himself (and his son, to an extent, since he was half him), and the real Narcissus, who while arrogant and not too fond of company, was realizing that falling in love with Echo was becoming a real possibility. Finally, the part of him that had taken over recently and was capable of caring for others won out and his thoughts immediately went to Echo.
He'd gone to the hospital, only to find that she had long since checked out. He looked everywhere he could think to find her, a single daffodil in his hand for her. When he got back home, and a text told him exactly where she was and who she was with, he felt something in the pit of his stomach. It was unfamiliar, that feeling, almost as unfamiliar as the fluttering in his stomach he got when he felt the baby kick and when he saw the way Echo was glowing. But this was different, almost the opposite. This felt like something in him had shattered. It was followed swiftly by what felt like a his head cracking open. He fell to his knees, grasping at his head with
And just like that, it was gone. All of it. The headache. That shattering feeling. That clarity. Gone. Back was the fogginess, and back was that intense, almost unbearable love for himself. He sent off another text to Echo before laying back on the floor. He was staring intently at the mirrors on the ceiling in wonder as this beautiful creature stared back. He could continue to stare all day and he knew with all that he was that this gorgeous youth was all he ever needed. He was all he had ever had.