mythopoeics

[Narcissus has found himself gazing into the bathroom mirror, lovingly, of course, watching himself towel off after a lengthy shower. Towel fixed about his slim waist, though dipping just enough to be tantalizing, at least to him, he smiles at himself, his hands gingerly caressing the side of his face. He runs his hand through his hair, and seems to procure...what was it? Something soft. A flower petal, from between his fingers. Thinking it to be nothing more than a fluke, he tries the action again. Panic sets in as he manages to pull yet another beautiful white petal from somewhere in his hair. His hands shaking, he refuses to touch himself again, but cocks his head, trying to look for the source of the petals in the mirror.

He's missing exactly two small locks of hair. Nothing he can't style over, but as he reaches out to touch the mirror, an idle gesture, the object liquifies beneath his touch. The entire thing is now a mirror-like puddle on his bathroom floor. He sinks onto the floor, and wraps himself up in another towel, but only after cautiously grabbing his ever-present cell phone from the counter (which thankfully, merely turns pink upon him grabbing it) and using it to make one, vague, panicked post. He's shivering, mostly naked, and terrified.]

My mirror is a puddle. I'm pulling parts of flowers out of my head. I don't...understand.

Beauty is something ever changing. They say someone has 'classic' looks or maybe someone's looks are narrowed down to their background. And then it's what attracts us. Beautiful bone structure, graceful movement. Perfect skin and pearly white teeth. That's typical. Perhaps some don't love a well-proportioned body, maybe they like someone more skin and bones. Maybe someone likes another more fleshy, something to really be able to touch without the fear of hurting them.

What is beauty to you? Is it a man with perfect broad shoulders and a bit of scruff on his face? A woman with an hourglass figure? Do you prefer someone more androgynous? Someone a certain age? A certain colouring? Or do you not even care and only want someone for what they have inside? That their true beauty lies in their nature and you're not at all superficial? I'd normally call bullshit on anyone who thinks looks don't matter even one percent but considering blind people have a sense of beauty of their own...well. You had better be nearly blind. Otherwise I will call bullshit.

That on the side, I'm going to indulge myself in doing a shoot again. My favourite photographer won't stop begging. And if anyone thinks my age could be a roadblock, then you don't know the power of my breasts of true beauty.

And my breasts.

Anyway, I need to leave Sophie with one of my lovely relations because she's developed quite a temper...again. I can't take her with me this weekend. Not Agravaine, until he's come down some throat-related issue that prevents him from swearing every few seconds. I do love you, my child, but you have a filthy tongue unsuitable for a child's ears.

[Filtered to Private]
I can't believe I'm doing this. Like, everyone here just seems crazy, or like...gross. But I totally need new friends right now...so...♥ I guess I could try.

[Public]
Hey, darlings. ♥ My name is Skylar. I don't think I know any of you, but I think some of you might go to school with me at NYU?~ I'm sure I'd recognize your fucking wretched lovely faces.

Now, who's nice enough to introduce themselves so I don't feel so alone, hm?

I'm on Spring Break, someone entertain me~

No, in all seriousness, I am on Spring Break this week, and other than my job I've got so little to do that I'm almost missing classes just because they give me an excuse to wake up four days a week. So if anyone wants to go see a movie, hang out, swap music, discuss how brilliant this cover of Goyte's (ft Kimbra) Somebody I Used To Know is as compared to the original, please hit me up.

Oh, and for anyone who doesn't know, I'm Eleanor.