Thread: Monochromatic Factors Of X and Y  -Dearest-

RE Monocomatic Factors Of X and Y -Dearest- Luca leaned against the shower wall, the water cascading down his lean form as the steam thickened to the point that he could hardly be seen through it. Each and every little mark showed on his pale skin and the nearly scalding hot water wasn't enough to wash that away. It would take a hell of a lot more than a shower to wash him clean of such a life style. But still, as he rinsed the shampoo out of his hair and shut the water off, he felt better. He stepped out and toweled off, running a comb through his shoulder length locks before they could try to curl on him. He wiped the steam from the mirror with his spent towel before looking over his reflection. Piercing blue eyes stared back. He was famous at the club- beautiful for a man, untouchable, the sort of man that was 'out of your league' not matter who you were. Or at least, he had been, until they'd stuck a price tag on him, and it seemed plenty were willing to pay for what they could otherwise never have. He moved into his room- the apartment was tiny, a sad excuse for a one bedroom. It was minimally furnished, clean for the most part, and aside from his room, painfully bare. Of course, he'd only been living there a few weeks. He pulled on a pair of jeans, a bit tighter than he would have liked them, and a form fitting tank. It took him a few minutes to replace all his piercings- several on each ear, a stud at each hip, and two studs in his left eyebrow. He toweled his hair one last time before pulling it back in a small ponytail- his bangs immediately falling loose and framing his face. He pulled on a necklace, a plain silver chain with a silver apple charm, then headed into the living area- following the horribly digital version of and old rock song that announced he was getting a call. He fell back on the couch, phone in hand, feet on the coffee table, staring at the caller id. Unfamiliar. Part of him hoped to god it wasn't a customer- he'd have to be at the club by eight, he didn't want to take care of someone before hand- but then, his screaming need for rent money lit the dim hope that it was in fact a chance at a paycheck. Finally, rent in mind, he decided to answer. Hello? He questioned, less than enthusiastically. Olly?! He questioned, enthusiasm renewed. He hadn't hear from the other in years... and a lot had changed since then. They talked for a while, and when the topic of visiting came up, Luca was a bit torn. On one hand, he'd have killed to see an old friend again- someone who didn't know what he'd become, someone who wasn't part of 'his world'... someone who wasn't more interested in his ass than his face. But then, on the other hand, he wasn't sure he wanted Olly to see that side of him. When they'd left off, he'd been the favorite son of a wealthy family, with every promise of becoming a wealthy man himself. A bit of a slacker with decent grades, bright none the less. I... I'm limited on time, I have to be at work at eight, but if you haven't eaten, I'm about to fix dinner. He offered, hoping he had enough food to back the offer. Do you need a ride? I can pick you up if you aren't too far. He offered, the background noise giving him a clue as to where the other was. I mean, if you don't mind motorcycles.