Who: Trenton. What: Memories Post. Where: P4. When: Shortly after midnight. Warnings: Something, I'm sure.
Italians were ripped from the skeletons of iron hangers. Giorgio Armani, Guccio Gucci, Dolce, and Gabbana. Trenton tried them on one at a time. Capping varying shades of pressed linen and staunch leather over the brutal carve of his shoulders. Twisting with examination in the dim glare of his bedroom mirror.
Picking up a still burning cigarette from a marble tray -- he'd started smoking, he couldn't remember when -- and drawing from it. But he wasn't watching himself in the reflection, even as a tension creased his eyes. It was the artwork, just over his shoulder. Propped against the base of the wall in his bedroom, uncertain of what wall to go on just yet. That's where he sought approval, smoke filming his eyes. The portrait smirked on.