THE IDEA HAD come quickly and easily to him the moment that she had appeared in front of him. ballet students were among his favorites on campus; everything about them was grace and beauty with aesthetics that he could never mimic properly in his own works. but she looked like she could work with his terrible ideas; images of flowing black fabric and soft music wrapping itself around his mind. inha was a muse that he needed to appreciate.
but, being the loser that he was, he hesitated to ask specifically for such a spooktacular shoot. most people didn’t exactly go for his vibes; but she’d offered up some of the idea herself. a grin split his lips and he’s eagerly agreed, wanting nothing more than to see his vision come to life with her beautiful dancing. this would be a crowning achievement if he didn’t fuck up his shots.
❛ i wonder how long we’ll have to wait to get a stage booked for this idea... and how much money i might be able to get the school to fund me for it all. ❜ he murmured half way through their talk, his excitement about it all not exactly chill. ( @empyreanz )
