Dick Grayson is just wingin it (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nightwingingit) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2014-02-04 09:22:00 |
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What:Photoshoot!
When:Today.
Where:His and Connor's place. His room which is actually Connor's room but he's temporarily stolen it!
Warning:TBA but could be highish for flirty funtimes?
Shoot me like one of your French Girls.
He was so going to smother Connor in his sleep for that one. He was nervous enough about the contest, and now all sorts of thoughts were swirling about in his head again. Tim was coming to his room for a photoshoot. He tried to put it out of his mind that he wanted to do anything with him, but the thought always lingered in the back. He tried to be friends and just mull about day to day activity but just seeing him from afar was starting to feel like torture again. So close but so far away. Now Tim was coming to his room where photography could happen. Yes. Photography.
Contests.
Contests, contests, contests. He was trying to win one. Tim was pretty though. Tim could win him a contest. He could also get his shirt off. I was perfectly within photographers rights. Wasn't it? Artistic bullshit and mumbo jumbo. People were beautiful. Some people anyway. Tim more than others. Sure he wasn't his Tim, but that didn't seem to matter. The feelings were still there. He knew Tim was Tim no mater the world.
They'd had their ups and downs, and there were certainly a lot of them to be had in a world full of devils and demons. But now those things were behind him, and Kon was trying to do exactly what he'd promised before. He was trying to be more careful now that he actually had more people to answer to. After Allana he had all but stopped caring about himself or what happened until friends and family forced there way back into his brain and heart. Forced him to realize he didn't have to face the world alone anymore. People wanted to be there if he'd let them, it was just the struggle of doing that.
Especially since he'd been blinded. Kon was proud and independent. He didn't like accepting help or pity from anyone even if he did need it. Being blinded made him realize he wasn't invincible and even he needed people sometimes. He was immune to a great many things but not immune to being lonely. He had been for a long while. The fact that he connected to the few people he did love was a miracle after having been left by so many.
He set up his cameras and his lights in his room. The plan was to get a few close shots of him, and then see where it lead. Maybe to the roof or to that cave he loved so much. Who knew. Who cared. Tim was coming and that was what mattered. He was dressed in all black save for the hoodie he'd basically adopted from Connor which was lined in red. He fiddled around with a few lenses absent mindedly while he waited.