Camera Flash || Ronan/Chloe
Ronan was not a shy man. There were many words to describe him, but shy was not one of them. So when he was working on the promo posters for his tattoo parlor, one of the other tattooist at the shop suggested that he be the model, after all, the art on his body (most of it anyway) showcased the artists of the shop. Connor, Lenore, and Amos had all contributed to his intricate art. The lotus on his throat, by far one of the most painful, had been done by Connor. Amos had done his back. Lenny had taken his front. She liked the challenge. The girl was top notch and kicked ass in the bizz.
So, after a night of drinking, of smoking gods only knows what (nothing was ever for sure when Mason showed up with his bag of tricks) and talking to all the licensed artists in his shop, Ronan had found himself the center of his promo and sitting on a chilled floor in his birthday suit. Not that that was a problem. Naked was a state of being Ronan rather enjoyed. It was the cold floor and the people with makeup that kind of annoyed him. Every few frames they’d stop to redirect him, redo his hair, touch up his makeup. He’d never really thought about everything that went into making the photos of models everyone saw but he found he had a new respect for them went everything was all said and done.
The hours flew by, the shift from semi dressed to completely naked had been gradual but inevitable. They’d done a few memory cards full of pictures and he was finally been set free for the day. After sitting on the cold stone, Ronan kind of wanted a warm bath and joint. It had been a long day, but instead, he hung back, the towel loosely wrapped around his waist and looked through all the images with the photographer, his pictures flashing on the monitor as he swiped. He barely even noticed when others came in and started setting up.
“You’re welcome to stay and watch,” a voice said, making both Ronan and the photographer look up. “We kind of checked out what you were doing, but your time, it’s almost up and I need the space.” Ronan glanced from the cranky newcomer to the people behind, his eyes scanning the group. Had they really watched? He’d missed them completely.
His eyes landed on one in the group, bright blue eyes stuck out like sapphires against a mate background. “Yeah,” he said, “We’ll stick around. We got... shit ta do. We’ll get this cleaned up, though.” He patted his guy on the shoulder and stepped away to collect when needed to be collected.
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