section7mfu | The Randomness of Life ~Chapter 80

Prompted by: Archaic Bust Of Apollo ~Delmore Schwartz

His gaze, contained as in a mirror's grace,

Napoleon stared at himself in the mirror, turning sideways, scrutinizing his

profile, paying particular attention to his waistline.

Tsk, He clicked his tongue, not liking what he saw, resigning himself to visiting the gym.

Perhaps dining out a bit less," he sighed. His vanity wouldn't have a woman see him this way.

There where love's strength is caught within its nest.

"Napoleon?" Charlene whispered. "Why do we need the lights out? We never have before?

He hesitated, thinking of an excuse. "Just a change of pace. Don't you like exploring in the dark with your hands," he whispered.

"Mmm yes, explore me some more Napoleon."

"Glad to oblige my dear."

Nor would it glisten like a stallion's hide,

A week later, Napoleon stood before a mirror in the locker room, studying his profile yet again.

Illya stepped from the shower stall, observing his partner's behavior.

"Napoleon...you are the most vain man I have ever met."

"Illya you never gain an ounce. Unlike you, normal people have to be more careful.

All places scrutinize you. You must be reborn.

I am not abnormal. I am like...a sports car that runs on higher octane," Illya smiled.

"Yeah but a sports car requires more maintenance, which you don't do. I think the sports car analogy suits me better, chum."

"You better see a mechanic then...my friend."

"Cute, very cute," Solo snickered

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