Valkyrie and Wyhn

The flush on the blonde's cheeks deepened slightly. "Um, okay," he said quietly. "I don't mind." He smiled faintly. "Would you like me to pose this time?" he asked playfully.

The man smiled faintly. "Oh. no, just be natural."

The blonde frowned faintly. "Uh, okay. Natural how?" he asked, sticking his hands in his back pockets.

"How you would normally stand," the man answered, smiling.

The blonde smiled faintly and shrugged. "I don't think you'll get much more natural than this," he replied and tucked the same loose strands of hair back behind his ear again.

The man smiled faintly and nodded, snapping a picture. "Are you looking for a volunteer position?" the man asked softly.

The blonde frowned faintly. "I could be," he replied. "Why?"

"Would you like to volunteer for me?" the man asked softly, smiling at him.

The blonde paused. "You mean, like volunteer as your model sorta thing?" he asked with a faint flush to his cheeks.

The dark-haired man flashed white teeth at him in a brilliant grin. "Yeah, as my model," he told him. "It would be great if you could come in for a few hours a week. I'm sure my friend would love to have you too. He's an artist." He smiled at the blonde, his dark blue-almost grey- eyes filled to the brim with energy and inspiration. "I tihnk it would be best if you took the position."

The blonde gave a faint, almost coy, smile and nodded. He stepped closer to the man. "Do you have a pen and paper?" he asked him, gazing up at him through those soft, yet alluring blue eyes.