Contrary to popular belief, this story is not about Vanity or Pride, but is, instead, about Gluttony.
Gluttony (according to some people) is the weakest sin. Generally, we perceived Gluttony as a form of overindulgence in food. Hence, we link the image with obesity.
But that is not so.
Gluttony (to me at least) does not only mean overindulgence in food, it may mean other things too. Overindulgence in pleasure, and even sometimes, overindulgence in the pleasure of other's company.
Well, think Juana La Loca, and her relationship with her womanizing husband.
(I watched the movie. I think it's excellent. You should watch it too.)
Anyway, that's kind of what inspired Narcissus as well as the original femslash story I told you about.
If you're reading this because you think it's an epilogue, then I'm sorry to say that there will be no epilogue. The previous chapter is already the 'the end' of the whole story. Like I said (well, in my bio that is), I think I'm going to leave Narcissus the way it is because I kind of like it the way it is and I'm an evil, sadistic bitch.
So what's the point of this author's note-ish thing anyway? Well, nothing. Absolutely nothing! I just wrote it because I thought I'd like to clarify that it's not about Pride but about Gluttony, and also because I'm a review whore and I like to bump my story back up again.
And that should conclude my note.
Watch out for the next semi-short, semi-long story. It might be based off Bluebeard, or it might be something else. I haven't decided it.
Again, thanks for reading.