Disclaimer: I don't own the ancient Greek myths. I said earlier in Daphne: Ledge that Baccus Cremaeus mentioned to that I should try stories of other myths. One of the stories mentioned was Echo and Narcissus.

I'm slightly worried that it'll only be long to considered a drabble and not a short story-seriously it's not very long. No, I didn't plan making this earlier.

Yes, I pulled it outta my ass.

Yes, I'm stalling-okay, I'll stop.

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Seriously, vanity is okay in small douses, but this is getting ridiculous, thought Echo as she glared at the back of Cy's head. "Cy, baby, we got that party to go to..."

"In a minute, Echo, darling, I'm almost ready." called Cy from his mirror as he primmed his hair, trying to brush his hair with his fingers so that it fell just right into his eyes to make him look sexy. Even though the very thought that Cy could look even more sexy made her melt like a puddle of goo she couldn't help but be vexed enough to mime his words exaggeratedly. "There!"

Okay, so Cy looking even more sexier was possible. Echo was a official puddle of goo now!

"What do you think, Echo? Great, huh?" he laughed.

Echo cooed absently, "Great..."

Cy laughed; Echo was always a great ego boost to have around.

"Echo, darling, go look for my black pair of hip huggers, would you? I think they'll be just right..."

Echo had already dashed away like an avid groupie obeying the will of her rock god. Cy rolled his eyes; the girl would crawl if she thought it would help her appearance or hell, his appearance for him.

She raced back in holding the clothing. He took the pants, put them on and began to admire himself in the mirror.

"Told you, didn't I, Echo?" he purred, stretching his side to expose a little skin before tossing of his shirt.

"Told me..."

"Echo, darling, go get me that shirt...the grey one-?"

She was already gone to get the shirt-actually it was blue, but as was every good groupie's job was to anticipate her god's will, Echo knew exactly what he was asking for. She came back and offered it to him.

He put on, twisting side to side before shaking his head at his image. "It'll do, Echo."

"It'll do..."

"Let's go, Echo, darling."

"Let's go...darling..."

Oh, yes. Echo would crawl...she'd beg and plead and sob if just to slip into his bed for one night with her rock god, her addiction, her obsession.

Of course, since Cy couldn't have his obsession so he resulted to letting his most avid groupie worship his body.

His mirror just didn't return his affections like he wished it could.