[ at first sight, it's difficult for graves to tell as well -- he seems to be enjoying the company of a beautiful young man who can't seem to keep his hands to himself; and even caught in conversation, graves can see how the exchange is going, the blush on credence's cheeks at the attention, the wide eyes and how graves knows he laps it up. credence enjoys the attention, the praise, and graves thinks there's nothing wrong with that, although something about this exchange rubs him the wrong way.
the past few months have been good for credence, who has somehow found his calling in the fashion industry. graves has encouraged him ever since he'd been scouted, but had taken every precaution to keep him safe all the same -- fashion houses and runways are not known for their security. he doesn't give a shit what it looks like to the others, of course; but the bodyguards aren't so much of a problem when it's discovered that credence has a natural gift for the catwalk, a beauty that is ethereal and unforgettable.
it's the cheekbones, he thinks, the generous, sensuous mouth and the high cheekbones, the dark eyes that seem to speak to you. graves has long loved credence's face, his lean body and long limbs, and of course he's willing to share, just a little. credence is beautiful in ways that draw the attention. there is no value in being traditionally attractive, not when it's become some sort of staple now.
and so it's not surprising that rave reviews and compliments have started coming in for credence -- and for credence, who has never quite had something like this before; it must seem like a whole new world.
a few more moments, and graves excuses himself when he decides that enough is enough. credence has been fawned over and hogged for long enough, and a small flicker of possessiveness courses through graves when he comes up to the both of them pleasantly, a striking, handsome figure in a bespoke suit. ]
You both must have so much to talk about. [ he plucks a flute of champagne from a passing waiter's tray, a hand in his pocket as he regards credence first, then the other. young, beautiful, the face on quite a few billboards. ] Would you like to introduce me to your friend, Credence?
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the past few months have been good for credence, who has somehow found his calling in the fashion industry. graves has encouraged him ever since he'd been scouted, but had taken every precaution to keep him safe all the same -- fashion houses and runways are not known for their security. he doesn't give a shit what it looks like to the others, of course; but the bodyguards aren't so much of a problem when it's discovered that credence has a natural gift for the catwalk, a beauty that is ethereal and unforgettable.
it's the cheekbones, he thinks, the generous, sensuous mouth and the high cheekbones, the dark eyes that seem to speak to you. graves has long loved credence's face, his lean body and long limbs, and of course he's willing to share, just a little. credence is beautiful in ways that draw the attention. there is no value in being traditionally attractive, not when it's become some sort of staple now.
and so it's not surprising that rave reviews and compliments have started coming in for credence -- and for credence, who has never quite had something like this before; it must seem like a whole new world.
a few more moments, and graves excuses himself when he decides that enough is enough. credence has been fawned over and hogged for long enough, and a small flicker of possessiveness courses through graves when he comes up to the both of them pleasantly, a striking, handsome figure in a bespoke suit. ]
You both must have so much to talk about. [ he plucks a flute of champagne from a passing waiter's tray, a hand in his pocket as he regards credence first, then the other. young, beautiful, the face on quite a few billboards. ] Would you like to introduce me to your friend, Credence?