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CHARACTERS: Narcissus and Echo
DATE/TIME: Friday afternoon/evening
LOCATION: Outdoor/Indoor stuido space
RATING: TBD
WARNINGS: Narcy being a douche?
SUMMARY: Narcissus asks Echo over for another photo shoot if only to pick her apart further.

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As she left the rehearsal studio to head to where she was supposed to meet up with Narcissus, Echo was feeling slightly apprehensive. She had made sure to shower and change into an outfit that she had always gotten compliments on, but somehow she knew it wouldn't be good enough for him

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He ignored for a good half hour, posing the other girls while they inwardly made his lip twitch. They were growing tired of his constant picks and tweaks, dramatic poses that felt too uncomfortable to bend to.

Finally looking over his shoulder he caught a glimpse of Echo snapping his fingers, pointing her to the spot he wanted her in. She looked awkward against the others. The black sheep among the the flock.

Just how he wanted it.

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She lingered and paced as she waited, watching the proceedings with interest as she tried to figure out what she could do to make him happy. She absorbed every direction he was giving the other girls, wanting to learn everything.

Jumping attentively when she heard Narcissus snap his fingers, she obediently hurried to do exactly as he wished. She knew she stood out like a sore thumb, but wasn't going to let it bother her. Instead, she focused on what he wanted.

She vowed to make him notice her.

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The other girls weren't quite sure what to do with her. She was in the way, not photographing material and stealing all the shots. The looked down on her and her petite frame. For some reason she had Sebastian's attention which was a difficult thing to achieve. He wasn't exactly falling over her, but there was an attentiveness they could see in each direction he gave this unknown girl.

The fact that Echo had waited out and instantly did what he said proved to him that despite his words he had more sway on her than she wanted. Perfect.

Narcissus motioned for Echo to move in closer, making her hold various positions until one of the girls 'accidentally' nudged her playing off the move as the small brunette being clumsy. It was the kind of set up Narcissus wanted. He was anticipating how far Echo would go to be around just him. If she pushed through despite anything he'd keep her around tonight.

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It was an unnerving kind of stare, one that shot straight through him causing his brows to knit slightly at the uncomfortableness of it. He had her in the palm of his hand, trapped like a little bird in a cage. He could crush that bird, take it's wings from it so it would never fly again or sing happily.

His hand lifted her chin ever so slightly, his breath just a flutter against her ear as he struggled himself to find what direction he would take next, or how willing his toy was. That exhale of breath danced against her skin, lips just skirting from their touch.

She needed to want him more.

Whether or not he was diving from the way her gaze made him feel so vulnerable was his secret to keep. He'd rather she keep guessing and stay trapped like a deer.

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He was so incredibly close to her, his mouth up next to her ear causing her to instantly tense up. The urge to flail was there so hard that she bit her lower lips to stop herself from doing something embarrassing that might scare him away from her again.

She couldn't stop herself from gasping, her cheeks blushing brightly when he lifted her chin and seemed to study her as though he was taking an inventory of all her flaws and failures.

It was like he could see into her soul...

Finally after what seemed like an eternity of him staring, she quickly averted her eyes to stare at her hands as she twisted her fingers together.

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His fingers dipped down the curve of her neck, under where the sweater still clung around her shoulders, as if his very fingers were his eyes. He was studying her, measuring what he disliked about her, but the more explored the more he lost sight of his own game and just having someone within his possession to give him confidence.

He was angry that she dared to look away, away from his face, from the capture he had her tightly bound to. He'd spoken not a word but his eyes, his movements did all the speaking for him.

Her eyes, she must look again. Burn his face into her memory so that when she left her thoughts would be on none other.

In that effort to keep her attentions his lips slid against hers, bemused with himself.

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She couldn't think straight with him touching her, goosebumps dotting her skin as her eyes darted back and forth quickly conveying her confusion. While she wasn't good with motivations she believed if this wasn't deliberate on his part then she would eat her favorite winter hat.

It was taking all of her strength to not throw herself at him, she really wanted to, but she knew if she gave in now he'd never respect her. More than anything she wanted them to form something lasting, not something cheap.

She had done so much with her limited life, worked so hard, and yet she would consider tossing it all aside if only he said the word.

He kissed her. Those were his lips. On hers. She froze, unsure of how to react.