urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mystic_savage Or Subtitle mystic_savage 2009-10-13T10:51:38Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mystic_savage:331439 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z 2009-10-13T10:51:38Z Narcissus met Echo during Ultimate Frisbee tryouts the first week of 8th grade.  It wasn't her glittery purple sneakers that caught his attention at first, it was her chest, which he dodged to avoid as she crashed into him with a triumphant yell, snatching the frisbee from the sky.  While Narcissus was trying to keep a low profile this time around, Echo, obviously, had made her own different choices.  She grinned at him briefly and flicked the frisbee away, bounding after it, leaving him lying stunned in the grass.