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Who:

Narcissus + Open to Erzulie and Apollo

Where:

Streets of New York

When:

Saturday night

What:

Narcissus gets his comeuppances for breaking Echo's heart.
Warnings: This could get bloody....

Echo had been the last person on Narcissus' mind for months. When she pitted her broken heart at him after refusing him he cast her out like yesterday's garbage. He had thought little of her since because she was of no importance to him if she could not put him first. No one turned him down without him getting the last word or the last laugh. He had tried for months to work with her but even still she denied him and Narcissus cursed forever to love only himself would not let her hurt him.

The hurricane on the coast was drawing in rain and heavy wind, but there was something else lurking in the shadows. It wasn't like the dark that had turned himself inside out, had him crying on the floor like a child. It had been a horrible weekend then, but he had overlooked it as something he had no control over--which that in itself angered him.

He walked with his head in the air, cutting his eyes at people who passed by, their whispers and glances he was always certain for him. The wind whipped across the back of his neck, chilling his skin. Winter was catching up, which meant dry skin, chapped lips and puffy circles under his eyes from too much sleep. It was not a time of year he favored, but in reality Narcissus hardly favored anything that wasn't focused on him or catered to his needs.