Ergh. Okay, so maybe weekly updates was a little bit more than I can give. Sorry about that. I'll try harder, but can't guarantee anything anymore. This bunny seems to come and go on a whim. Maybe it'll stay longer this time?


"Do you know the story of Narcissus, Mello?" Michael asks one night, the non sequitur falling from his mouth between bites of chocolate.

"He was a Greek man who spurned the love of a nymph, and was cursed to fall in love with his own reflection in a pond. He wasted away because he refused to leave the reflection who he believed was someone else; his body was turned into a flower that bears his name. What of it?"

"Ah, nothing. Don't mind me." The older man turns away with a shrug. "It's not important."

Mello frowns at his back.


And thus begins the sort-of slash-ish bits. Or something. They aren't quite there yet, but they're getting there. Of sorts.