Prompt: light to your lips like daffodils

Logan frowned slightly, as he looked at his reflection in the pool. He couldn’t help but wonder why Cyrus put up with him. It certainly wasn’t for his looks. He was gangly. His hair was perpetually messy and his nose was too large.

By comparison, Cyrus was handsome. His features were soft and even. His hair fell around his face in waves. His eyes were a warm dark gray, like storm clouds. He glanced over at Cyrus and a faint smile touched his lips. Whatever his reason, Logan was grateful.

“Remy?” Cyrus said, tilting his head to one side. He grinned. “Keep staring at yourself and you’ll turn into a flower, right? Like that story?”

“Narcissus?” Logan said, chuckling softly. “He was so taken with his own beauty that he fell in love with his own reflection. I don’t think there’s much danger of that with me.”

Cyrus frowned faintly. “Beauty… I think real beauty comes from the inside, Remy,” he said, his voice soft. “There, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.”