Narcissus (narcissustic) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-08-22 22:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | ekho, narcissus |
Who: Narcissus and Echo [featuring fetus!Bastian kicking around in Echo]
What: Talking, trying to get Echo to sleep, etc.
When: Sunday evening
Where: Their bedroom in their house in Astoria
Warnings: TBA
As each day on the calendar ticked closer to September 21st, Narcissus was changing, so subtly that he didn't even notice himself (and if you asked him, that was pretty rare, considering just how in touch he was with himself). While Echo might feel distanced from him, he was feeling closer and closer to her. Perhaps it was some primal paternal instinct, but he was feeling protective of not only their unborn son, but of Echo herself. It was just as well, because as much as he had threatened to take Bastian from her (and he would, if he had to), he really didn't know all that much about babies. Actually, he knew absolutely nothing about babies, but Narcissus would be the last person to admit that he was ignorant about anything. The fact of the matter was that he needed her, perhaps more than she needed him. And that was the real root of their problems, wasn't it? As harsh as he could be with her, he needed her attention, her support, and her love, as unrequited as it may seem. Somewhere deep inside of him, in a part that his arrogant self would never acknowledge, he was desperately afraid that she would stop needing and leave, taking the son that was fast becoming an important part of his life. A narcissist biggest fear is rejection, and this certainly held true for the original.
Sliding open the screen door that opened to their backyard, their three small dogs came racing in, jumping all over each other. He left them too their play after giving the one nearest him, Rex, a scratch behind the ears. As he made his way up the stairs to the bedroom, he made a mental note that they needed more puppy chow, along with what seemed like a million baby things that they still didn't have. Really, Narcissus might just be over reacting about what they needed, which meant he was making some unnecessary splurges. Just that morning he'd bought them a baby sling and two more outfits that they probably didn't need. But they had the money for it, and Narcissus would never have a son, even a newborn, that wasn't well dressed.
Pushing the door open slowly, he surveyed Echo on the bed. He had enough tact not to say it to her face, but he swore that he stomach got a little bigger every time he saw her. "Is my little kicker keeping his mother awake?" he asked, leaning casually against the door jamb. Even talking about Bastian made him smile. He wasn't used to the thought of someone else making him feel so happy.