Never Too Lost
Aug. 4th, 2022 10:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smidig_ulvFor Writer's Month 2022 Day 3: Fashion World
Ulfen adored fashion week despite being a dancer. The whole idea of dating a modeling agent was to get into all of these shows. He held on to the shorter man in his fancy suit. Ulfen looked more like the models in his eccentric bright colors than the stuffy suited people he was sitting among. He had a love and hate relationship with his current partner. He liked him well enough but he was dull in ways that conflicted with Ulfen's loudness.
The dancer sat down among the crowd of people beside the runway. He looked around uncomfortable and tugging at his zebra striped pants. He felt self conscious. Not a usual feeling for the Dane but here, tonight, as he looked around at all the solid colors and subdued people he felt it in ways he hadn't for years. With a sigh, he settled in to focus on the fashion.
Eventually, his mind wandered and he made a game of pretending to know what these other people did from their plain clothing and whispers. For some reason, one of the models caught his attention. It was the zebra striped leather pants she wore and they made him smile. This was his style. Interested in the collection he started watching the line of leather clad models until his eyes fell on one man. It caused Ulfen to gasp. It couldn't be.
He was out of his seat and making his way to the back. In this moment his eccentricity gave him a pass. Tall, thin, and dressed in clothing that most would not walk around in for a million dollars, everyone thought he was one of the models. Especially, with his frantic and hurried pace that matched the bustle of the backstage of a runway show. He was headed straight for a man, almost too short to be a model, pulling off a patchwork leather jacket. It was his voice that took the Dane's breath away.
“Torden?” Ulfen had to force his voice to be loud enough over the chaotic atmosphere.
The model turned to the sound of his name and froze in place when he caught sight of the tall blonde. He didn't say anything, half dressed and overwhelmed with emotions, as he crossed the distance and embraced the taller blonde.
“Ulfen!” Torden clung to the other Dane. “I thought I'd lost you.”
Ulfen forgot his boyfriend out in the crowd. The dark-haired Dane was the love of his life, separated when career took them to the opposite side of the globe. Ulfen daydreamed of Torden in the years they were apart. He didn't care about the people around as he pulled the older Dane into a kiss that was greedily accepted.
“Never.” Ulfen whispered as he pulled away to stare at the face that haunted him since they were apart. That wasn't going to happen again, no matter what.
Ulfen adored fashion week despite being a dancer. The whole idea of dating a modeling agent was to get into all of these shows. He held on to the shorter man in his fancy suit. Ulfen looked more like the models in his eccentric bright colors than the stuffy suited people he was sitting among. He had a love and hate relationship with his current partner. He liked him well enough but he was dull in ways that conflicted with Ulfen's loudness.
The dancer sat down among the crowd of people beside the runway. He looked around uncomfortable and tugging at his zebra striped pants. He felt self conscious. Not a usual feeling for the Dane but here, tonight, as he looked around at all the solid colors and subdued people he felt it in ways he hadn't for years. With a sigh, he settled in to focus on the fashion.
Eventually, his mind wandered and he made a game of pretending to know what these other people did from their plain clothing and whispers. For some reason, one of the models caught his attention. It was the zebra striped leather pants she wore and they made him smile. This was his style. Interested in the collection he started watching the line of leather clad models until his eyes fell on one man. It caused Ulfen to gasp. It couldn't be.
He was out of his seat and making his way to the back. In this moment his eccentricity gave him a pass. Tall, thin, and dressed in clothing that most would not walk around in for a million dollars, everyone thought he was one of the models. Especially, with his frantic and hurried pace that matched the bustle of the backstage of a runway show. He was headed straight for a man, almost too short to be a model, pulling off a patchwork leather jacket. It was his voice that took the Dane's breath away.
“Torden?” Ulfen had to force his voice to be loud enough over the chaotic atmosphere.
The model turned to the sound of his name and froze in place when he caught sight of the tall blonde. He didn't say anything, half dressed and overwhelmed with emotions, as he crossed the distance and embraced the taller blonde.
“Ulfen!” Torden clung to the other Dane. “I thought I'd lost you.”
Ulfen forgot his boyfriend out in the crowd. The dark-haired Dane was the love of his life, separated when career took them to the opposite side of the globe. Ulfen daydreamed of Torden in the years they were apart. He didn't care about the people around as he pulled the older Dane into a kiss that was greedily accepted.
“Never.” Ulfen whispered as he pulled away to stare at the face that haunted him since they were apart. That wasn't going to happen again, no matter what.
