Photography was Killian’s passion, his reason for life, his everything.
Which was a Bad Thing in the eyes of his parents (who had very old-fashioned ideas about what was Acceptable Behavior and Interests for People of Certain Genders) and the reason he was currently living in the cheapest option for photography students.
All the restrictions, the near cut-off situation (because his parents weren’t about to pay for any of this, but wouldn’t let him starve – even if it came with conditions – like listening to the hour long lecture on Proper Masculine Ambitions) it would all be worth it once he had that degree.
But it wasn’t going to happen unless he came up with something utterly spectacular for his final project, if only for the sake of his pride. He refused to have gone through all this and then turn in something less than his very best.
Killian could visualize what he wanted to do, and it would be amazing, he just knew it would. If only he could figure out how in the cock-a-doodie world he was going to make it happen!
It would take special, fancy lighting, and sets, fancy costumes and, worst of all, cosmetics – contacts, specifically, and sclera contacts at that – that were just plain out of his current price range, and out of the budget range of anyone else he knew, except maybe his parents, who would never pay for such a thing.
Just about everything he could manage except for the make up, those ridiculously expensive contacts, and the lighting. And he was out of ideas.
Sighing, he threw himself onto the (third or fourth hand) couch in the studio/kitchen/workroom he and his friends shared and threw an arm over his eyes dramatically.
The over-dramatic motion knocked Alyssa’s demonology textbook over from its perch on the back of the couch, and it landed on his face. He sputtered and grabbed it, yanking it off his face and glaring at it before his eye was caught by an artist rendering of Alcor the Dreambender.
He gaped at the picture for a few seconds, letting out a long, slow breath before skimming the text. Eyes lighting up with ideas, he scrambled off the couch, reaching for his tablet computer. He needed to do some research right away.