Post by Vergil on Apr 24, 2013 19:01:24 GMT -5
A loud sigh escaped the silverette's lips as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. He hated this, he really did, but it was his job to sit here and be 'prettied up' by the make up artists and hairstylists and then be shoved out onto the catwalk. How he even came to this profession was still a bit of a surprise for the man-- modeling definitely wasn't something he had ever planned on doing with his life. No, he'd had more... scholarly interests in mind, but school was rather expensive. How was he to know that his 'quick and easy' offer to model in the university's student fashion show for fifty dollars from a desperate fashion design student would end up with him getting noticed by a scout from a major agency.
It certainly didn't help that the man was devilishly handsome and had a body to die for. What could he say though? The man took pride in his appearance, even if he wasn't the most social creature on the planet.
Now it was four years later and the platinum haired, blue eyed stunner was the number one male model in the world, if anyone bothered to try and tally the votes. He was the most sought after and the most highly paid, though the only reason he even continued with this 'nonsense' as he liked to call it was that it allowed him to completely pay off his student loans, along with his idiotic twin's debts. It didn't hurt that was able to live quite comfortably, surrounded by books in his off time in his penthouse apartment, either.
"Mr. Sparda, it's time," a young brunette woman called out, breaking the man from his thoughts as he glanced to her. The silverette nodded and stood from the chair, brushing off the protests from the stylists who claimed they weren't quite done with him yet. He didn't care though, he looked fine and if he didn't then it didn't matter because he would still be the best looking model here.
The model made his way over to the stage entrance and shrugged his silk robe off, leaving him in the latest design of boxer briefs for the major company holding this fashion show today. He ignored the stare he felt landing on his rear end and handed the discarded robe to the brunette girl who had trailed after him to make sure he went on stage at the right time, and then turned his attention to the stage entrance.
'Okay, Vergil, it's time to get this nonsense over with.'
It certainly didn't help that the man was devilishly handsome and had a body to die for. What could he say though? The man took pride in his appearance, even if he wasn't the most social creature on the planet.
Now it was four years later and the platinum haired, blue eyed stunner was the number one male model in the world, if anyone bothered to try and tally the votes. He was the most sought after and the most highly paid, though the only reason he even continued with this 'nonsense' as he liked to call it was that it allowed him to completely pay off his student loans, along with his idiotic twin's debts. It didn't hurt that was able to live quite comfortably, surrounded by books in his off time in his penthouse apartment, either.
"Mr. Sparda, it's time," a young brunette woman called out, breaking the man from his thoughts as he glanced to her. The silverette nodded and stood from the chair, brushing off the protests from the stylists who claimed they weren't quite done with him yet. He didn't care though, he looked fine and if he didn't then it didn't matter because he would still be the best looking model here.
The model made his way over to the stage entrance and shrugged his silk robe off, leaving him in the latest design of boxer briefs for the major company holding this fashion show today. He ignored the stare he felt landing on his rear end and handed the discarded robe to the brunette girl who had trailed after him to make sure he went on stage at the right time, and then turned his attention to the stage entrance.
'Okay, Vergil, it's time to get this nonsense over with.'
