erik never intended to end up in this line of work. in fact if you had asked him a couple of years ago what he thought of the fashion industry he would have said that it was vapid and shallow. that it exploits people’s insecurities and perpetuates unachievable humancentric beauty standards. except here he is in a skintight wetsuit, doing a photoshoot of the coast of rome, achieving all of those standards.
he shakes sand out of his hair and the photographer ends the session for the day. god knows he’ll be back here tomorrow wearing something even more ridiculous.he’s still not sure how emma conned him into becoming a model but he suspects telepathic manipulation. it’s easier than admitting to himself that he sacrificed his principles for a paycheck.
he gets out of the wetsuit and changes back into his street clothes. he checks his phone and sees three missed calls from someone named charles xavier. a quick google search shows some fashion designer in new york. erik sighs. this has emma written all over it
“who the fuck is charles xavier?” “nice to hear from you too darling. how’s rome?” “unbearable as always. now who the fuck is he?” emma clicks her tongue in disapproval. “no manners at all, it’s a good thing you’re pretty.” erik is about to growl out something derisive because he is classically handsome not pretty when she finally explains. “charles xavier is to fashion what michelangelo was to sculpture. he’s a genius. i must have him.”
erik is intrigued despite himself. emma never compliments anyone. ever. it’s one of her most endearing qualities. “he can’t be that good.” “he will be. i need you to model for him, he’s designing a new collection for me. keep an eye on his progress, i want regular updates. oh and bring me back something from milan. i’m thinking crystals ” and with that incredibly vague statement emma hangs up on him. typical.
two weeks later after erik has fulfilled all his prior commitments, emma arranges a meeting with xavier at what is quite possibly the stuffiest restuarant in all of manhattan. erik tugs on his silk tie and reluctantly resigns himself to an evening of mindless conversation. twenty minutes later and xavier still hasn’t arrived. erik levitates knifes above the table and idly considers castrating the bastard.
“oh but that’s incredible, do that again.” erik looks up into the brightest blue eyes he has ever seen and the silverware instantly falls to the table. the angel smiles and erik smiles back awestruck. he snags the empty seat at erik’s table and gestures at the silverware. “well go on, don’t stop on my account.” erik flicks his hand and the spoons begin waltzing.
the man laughs delightedly. “extraordinary, absolutely extraordinary. i’ve never seen anything like it- tell me is it telekinesis?” erik shakes his head. “metalokinetic is the closest word for it, i manipulate magnetic fields.” the man grins and steals a roll from the bread basket and lathers it with butter.
“this is such a relief. forgive me, mr. lehnsherr but i was worried we’d be discussing color theory and fabric choice all evening. it’s such a delight to meet someone with similar interests.” before erik can ask what he means by similar interests, the man raises his hand to his temple in the universal gesture for telepathy.
erik sits back in his seat stunned. xavier- and its xavier it has to be- is not at all what he expected. he’s not quite sure what he was expecting but not this charming, odd man dressed more like a professor than a fashion designer. erik feels slightly flustered and off balance and he will later attribute his next words to a temporary lack of self awareness.
“do you want to get out of here?” erik’s cheeks flush, that is not at all what he wanted to say. the spoons seem to wilt in embarrassment before falling to the table. xavier’s eyebrows rise and he smiles mischievously. “a bit forward but i’m willing to consider it.” erik facepalms. “that’s not what i- i meant that do you want to go somewhere else to eat. i don’t much care for this place.” charles smiles. “lead the way.”
Post-school not working out for a couple months + pre-summer workout body.
Who would’ve thought that stress, depression, and anxiety could work so much magic?
Putting this here to watch my transformation this summer since I have school off for a couple months.