Man Behind The Mirror
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Comedy
[Challenge] What does the character see in his or her reflection?
Place a narcissistic self-proclaimed princess and a taunting friend in the same room, let the battle before the mirror begin.
***
Levana continued to spin around in front of the mirror that was in her bedroom. Her red dress fitted perfectly against her skin and her long black hair swirled about.
“Is there anyone this beautiful?” She murmured as she gave her reflection a winning smile.
“Yes, yes there is.” Levana narrowed her eyes at the man within the reflection, he was behind her sitting on her bed.
“What are you even here for Keiran?”
“Because I’m bored.” He replied then tilted his head. “And you need someone to break the news that you’re not absolutely perfect as you think you are.”
“Correction, as perfect as I know I am.” She emphasized the know, he scoffed at her.
“Are you sure you aren’t Narcissus himself?” Levana huffed as she crossed her arms in front of him. “Remember the end where he’s so in love with his reflection that he dies and suffers from not being able to be with himself.”
She rolled her eyes, “Not the same.”
He shrugged, “You’re right, cause instead of you suffering it’s me.” She glared at him but returned to watch herself in the mirror.
“Also, I am not in love with myself. I am simply admiring.”
“Admiring yourself every once in a while is fine, but when you continue to gawk at your appearance for eight straight hours even after knowing how you look like. We don’t call it admiration where I come from.” He paused for dramatic effect. “We call it obsession.”
She barked a laugh. “I’m surprise you even know the difference.” She heard her stomach grumble. “I’m hungry.”
He lowered his eyes, “I’m surprise you manage to eat. Where do you find the time in between looking at yourself and then taking more pictures of yourself? It seems absolutely exhausting.”
“It is.” She smirked, “But someone with a face like yours would never understand my predicament.”
He raised an eyebrow and laughed sarcastically. “I’m sure, but at least I admit to myself that I am not worth looking at. You must be insane to think you’re that beautiful.”
She then turned swiftly on her heel and very slowly asked. “Excuse me?”
“Understand this Levana. Lying to yourself that you’re this Aphrodite is a disgrace to her.”
Levana was fluming but remained still.
“You still don’t understand do you?” He then leaned forward towards her. “You. Are.” He smiled, “Ugly.”
She pushed him back towards the bed. “Dare to say I’m ugly in front of me and you’ll-”
“What? Suffer through cruel and unusual punishment? Believe me I’m already paying the price and that mirror as well unfortunately.” He dodged the heel that was aimed at him. “Now now, violence is unbecoming of you. It’ll make you look even more ugly-” He dodged the perfume bottles. “Hah-you missed m-AHHHH!” He clutched himself as he collapsed off the bed. “Why?! WHY?!”
“Be grateful, I just rescued your potential children the suffering of looking like you.”
“That...” He groaned. “Was completely uncalled for.”
She grinned in satisfaction, “It was completely called for. Never insult a women’s beauty.”
He continued to groan but managed to grumble out. “I wasn’t insulting, I was simply stating the facts.” She threw another shoe at him, he managed to catch it and throw it back. As she dodged there was another victim.
“NO!” Levana shrieked. “MY MIRROR!”
“YES! His suffering has ended!” Keiran exclaimed, but continued to clutch himself. Levana dropped to her knees.
“My poor mirror.”
“Now, now, it was going to happen eventually. Especially after all the time of it having to be available to you. It didn’t stand a chance against your strikingly awful looks.” He slowly recovered as he got up, but then noticed Levana still on the ground. “You’re not telling me you’re mourning that thing. Be happy! It moved on to a much better place, basically, it finally got away from you.”
Levana remained motionless, Keiran furrowed his eyebrows, he hesitantly walked closer towards her until he lowered himself beside her. He leaned in to see tears running down her face. “You have got to be kidding me.”
She started wailing, “Okay, okay! You’re not kidding.” He shook his head in disbelief. He looked and reached for a bag, he began to put the pieces inside when she placed a hand on his.
“Let me say goodbye.” Keiran blinked but sighed.
“Fine...” He shook his head again and mumbled, “Since it looks like you might regret it.” It ended up taking another five hours until he had to pry the bag of pieces away from her. She kept crying and weeping that he wasn’t sure if she had finally lost it.
The next morning Levana heard a knock on her window, she attempted to ignore it but the knocks continued. She huffed as she threw the sheets over and opened the window.
“What are you doing this early in the morning?” She asked angrily, Keiran lowered his eyes at her.
“Morning to you too princess.” He said. “Anyway, aside from your clearly pissed off mood-”
“Extremely pissed off.”
“Yes, extremely. I need to show you something, so hurry up and get dressed.” She raised an eyebrow. “Just do it and don’t question me.” She shook her head but went to change her attire, she paused and turned around at Keiran who was still leaning against the window sill. “Yes?”
“Who gave you permission to watch me change?”
“Like I haven’t seen it before!”
“My four year-old birthday party doesn’t count, now leave!” She pointed her finger at him, he sighed as he left the window sill. Soon she came out of the house with a cap on and a long sleeve shirt on. He didn’t comment on her half-cared for appearance and instead led her to a house nearby.
“You woke me up this early to take me to your house?” She asked as she glanced at him, Keiran crossed him arms and stood in front of her.
“No, it’s because I couldn’t resist the urge to sneak up to your balcony and stare at your bed hair and admire the dark bags under your eyes. Of course I have a reason for all this!” He took her hand and led her inside.
“I know my way around Keiran, I don’t need a guide.” Keiran shook his head.
“Here.” He then opened the door and gestured his hands outward. “You see!”
“...”
“You SEE!” He stressed, she blinked a few times.
“Yes, you have a wonderful bedroom. So much different from the last time I was here, which was around a week ago!” She reminded, Keiran rubbed his temples.
“You really know how to kill a man’s spirit.” He breathed in as he took her hands and dragged her inside the room. He spun her around and held her in place as she faced his wall. “Now, what do you think?”
She stood silent, then a horrified expression took over her face. “AH! I LOOK TERRIBLE!”
“You finally see what I see.” Keiran commented, Levana shoved his hands away as she placed her hands on the mirror.
“I need make up, to shower.” She touched her hair. “Brush my hair, and take these god-awful clothes off.”
“Yeah-hey wait, that’s my shirt.”
“I need to make myself look presentable! Or else what guy will look at me?!” She then proceeded to take off her shirt and cap, before Keiran could panic he noticed another shirt underneath.
“Somehow, I’m a bit disappointed.” Levana threw the shirt at his face.
“I need to go home and fix myself up!” Keiran took the shirt off his face and threw it on the ground as she ran out of the room.
“Who do you even need to look good for?” He grumbled. He turned and jumped slightly. “Levana!” She smiled as she was still leaning in the doorway.
“For you stupid.” She left, Keiran looked out his window and watched as she ran through his lawn. She paused and turned to face him. “THANKS LOSER!”
Keiran sweat dropped. “THAT IS NOT THE WAY TO SAY THANKS! AND YOU’RE WELCOME!” He couldn’t help but smile as he watched her leave.
“You still look horrible.” He declared, “But I still love you anyways.”
Genre: Comedy
[Challenge] What does the character see in his or her reflection?
Place a narcissistic self-proclaimed princess and a taunting friend in the same room, let the battle before the mirror begin.
***
Levana continued to spin around in front of the mirror that was in her bedroom. Her red dress fitted perfectly against her skin and her long black hair swirled about.
“Is there anyone this beautiful?” She murmured as she gave her reflection a winning smile.
“Yes, yes there is.” Levana narrowed her eyes at the man within the reflection, he was behind her sitting on her bed.
“What are you even here for Keiran?”
“Because I’m bored.” He replied then tilted his head. “And you need someone to break the news that you’re not absolutely perfect as you think you are.”
“Correction, as perfect as I know I am.” She emphasized the know, he scoffed at her.
“Are you sure you aren’t Narcissus himself?” Levana huffed as she crossed her arms in front of him. “Remember the end where he’s so in love with his reflection that he dies and suffers from not being able to be with himself.”
She rolled her eyes, “Not the same.”
He shrugged, “You’re right, cause instead of you suffering it’s me.” She glared at him but returned to watch herself in the mirror.
“Also, I am not in love with myself. I am simply admiring.”
“Admiring yourself every once in a while is fine, but when you continue to gawk at your appearance for eight straight hours even after knowing how you look like. We don’t call it admiration where I come from.” He paused for dramatic effect. “We call it obsession.”
She barked a laugh. “I’m surprise you even know the difference.” She heard her stomach grumble. “I’m hungry.”
He lowered his eyes, “I’m surprise you manage to eat. Where do you find the time in between looking at yourself and then taking more pictures of yourself? It seems absolutely exhausting.”
“It is.” She smirked, “But someone with a face like yours would never understand my predicament.”
He raised an eyebrow and laughed sarcastically. “I’m sure, but at least I admit to myself that I am not worth looking at. You must be insane to think you’re that beautiful.”
She then turned swiftly on her heel and very slowly asked. “Excuse me?”
“Understand this Levana. Lying to yourself that you’re this Aphrodite is a disgrace to her.”
Levana was fluming but remained still.
“You still don’t understand do you?” He then leaned forward towards her. “You. Are.” He smiled, “Ugly.”
She pushed him back towards the bed. “Dare to say I’m ugly in front of me and you’ll-”
“What? Suffer through cruel and unusual punishment? Believe me I’m already paying the price and that mirror as well unfortunately.” He dodged the heel that was aimed at him. “Now now, violence is unbecoming of you. It’ll make you look even more ugly-” He dodged the perfume bottles. “Hah-you missed m-AHHHH!” He clutched himself as he collapsed off the bed. “Why?! WHY?!”
“Be grateful, I just rescued your potential children the suffering of looking like you.”
“That...” He groaned. “Was completely uncalled for.”
She grinned in satisfaction, “It was completely called for. Never insult a women’s beauty.”
He continued to groan but managed to grumble out. “I wasn’t insulting, I was simply stating the facts.” She threw another shoe at him, he managed to catch it and throw it back. As she dodged there was another victim.
“NO!” Levana shrieked. “MY MIRROR!”
“YES! His suffering has ended!” Keiran exclaimed, but continued to clutch himself. Levana dropped to her knees.
“My poor mirror.”
“Now, now, it was going to happen eventually. Especially after all the time of it having to be available to you. It didn’t stand a chance against your strikingly awful looks.” He slowly recovered as he got up, but then noticed Levana still on the ground. “You’re not telling me you’re mourning that thing. Be happy! It moved on to a much better place, basically, it finally got away from you.”
Levana remained motionless, Keiran furrowed his eyebrows, he hesitantly walked closer towards her until he lowered himself beside her. He leaned in to see tears running down her face. “You have got to be kidding me.”
She started wailing, “Okay, okay! You’re not kidding.” He shook his head in disbelief. He looked and reached for a bag, he began to put the pieces inside when she placed a hand on his.
“Let me say goodbye.” Keiran blinked but sighed.
“Fine...” He shook his head again and mumbled, “Since it looks like you might regret it.” It ended up taking another five hours until he had to pry the bag of pieces away from her. She kept crying and weeping that he wasn’t sure if she had finally lost it.
The next morning Levana heard a knock on her window, she attempted to ignore it but the knocks continued. She huffed as she threw the sheets over and opened the window.
“What are you doing this early in the morning?” She asked angrily, Keiran lowered his eyes at her.
“Morning to you too princess.” He said. “Anyway, aside from your clearly pissed off mood-”
“Extremely pissed off.”
“Yes, extremely. I need to show you something, so hurry up and get dressed.” She raised an eyebrow. “Just do it and don’t question me.” She shook her head but went to change her attire, she paused and turned around at Keiran who was still leaning against the window sill. “Yes?”
“Who gave you permission to watch me change?”
“Like I haven’t seen it before!”
“My four year-old birthday party doesn’t count, now leave!” She pointed her finger at him, he sighed as he left the window sill. Soon she came out of the house with a cap on and a long sleeve shirt on. He didn’t comment on her half-cared for appearance and instead led her to a house nearby.
“You woke me up this early to take me to your house?” She asked as she glanced at him, Keiran crossed him arms and stood in front of her.
“No, it’s because I couldn’t resist the urge to sneak up to your balcony and stare at your bed hair and admire the dark bags under your eyes. Of course I have a reason for all this!” He took her hand and led her inside.
“I know my way around Keiran, I don’t need a guide.” Keiran shook his head.
“Here.” He then opened the door and gestured his hands outward. “You see!”
“...”
“You SEE!” He stressed, she blinked a few times.
“Yes, you have a wonderful bedroom. So much different from the last time I was here, which was around a week ago!” She reminded, Keiran rubbed his temples.
“You really know how to kill a man’s spirit.” He breathed in as he took her hands and dragged her inside the room. He spun her around and held her in place as she faced his wall. “Now, what do you think?”
She stood silent, then a horrified expression took over her face. “AH! I LOOK TERRIBLE!”
“You finally see what I see.” Keiran commented, Levana shoved his hands away as she placed her hands on the mirror.
“I need make up, to shower.” She touched her hair. “Brush my hair, and take these god-awful clothes off.”
“Yeah-hey wait, that’s my shirt.”
“I need to make myself look presentable! Or else what guy will look at me?!” She then proceeded to take off her shirt and cap, before Keiran could panic he noticed another shirt underneath.
“Somehow, I’m a bit disappointed.” Levana threw the shirt at his face.
“I need to go home and fix myself up!” Keiran took the shirt off his face and threw it on the ground as she ran out of the room.
“Who do you even need to look good for?” He grumbled. He turned and jumped slightly. “Levana!” She smiled as she was still leaning in the doorway.
“For you stupid.” She left, Keiran looked out his window and watched as she ran through his lawn. She paused and turned to face him. “THANKS LOSER!”
Keiran sweat dropped. “THAT IS NOT THE WAY TO SAY THANKS! AND YOU’RE WELCOME!” He couldn’t help but smile as he watched her leave.
“You still look horrible.” He declared, “But I still love you anyways.”