'addictions of the connoisseurs', model!au
Prompt: Tell him who looks for heaven to run along to hell.
There's no heaven to be found here. Originally posted here.
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"What made you decide to start photographing pretty people?" Niou reaches over to nudge Marui with his elbow as they watch the endless parade of people leaving and returning, a constant flux of colors and patterns and people. Niou lights a cigarette and takes a drag, passes it over, only to have it refused.
"Attempting to quit," Marui says, and blows a bubble with the gum in his mouth. "It's fucking hard when you're around a bunch of waking ashtrays."
"Give up the people too?" Niou asks, returning the cigarette to his lips. "Then you won't be tempted."
Marui snorts and shakes his head. "I think the people are more of an addiction than the cigarettes."
"Was that why you started? The people? Think you can find a little piece of heaven among all of these brightly shining beings?"
"Heaven? Here?" Marui shakes his head again. "You wouldn't find heaven here. Only hell."
Niou chuckles at that, and looks at two people who have stepped from the crowd, seeking what little peace they can find in darkened corners. He thinks they look like Fuji and Yukimura, slim and supple, but most models are; he doesn't really care. "Hell is a fitting word for this place, these people."
"It's more of a drug than anything," Marui admits. "Even to those of us who have spent too much time in it and know all the little petty secrets and the truth to the rumors."
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There's no heaven to be found here. Originally posted here.
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"What made you decide to start photographing pretty people?" Niou reaches over to nudge Marui with his elbow as they watch the endless parade of people leaving and returning, a constant flux of colors and patterns and people. Niou lights a cigarette and takes a drag, passes it over, only to have it refused.
"Attempting to quit," Marui says, and blows a bubble with the gum in his mouth. "It's fucking hard when you're around a bunch of waking ashtrays."
"Give up the people too?" Niou asks, returning the cigarette to his lips. "Then you won't be tempted."
Marui snorts and shakes his head. "I think the people are more of an addiction than the cigarettes."
"Was that why you started? The people? Think you can find a little piece of heaven among all of these brightly shining beings?"
"Heaven? Here?" Marui shakes his head again. "You wouldn't find heaven here. Only hell."
Niou chuckles at that, and looks at two people who have stepped from the crowd, seeking what little peace they can find in darkened corners. He thinks they look like Fuji and Yukimura, slim and supple, but most models are; he doesn't really care. "Hell is a fitting word for this place, these people."
"It's more of a drug than anything," Marui admits. "Even to those of us who have spent too much time in it and know all the little petty secrets and the truth to the rumors."
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