Hi!
I've Had this story in my head for over a year.
It is a work in progress. Will try to upload another part tomorrow before i leave on holiday.
Warning: Past Abuse (Nothing graphic for the first few chapters.)
Disclaimer: I own Nothing
Note: Each part focuses on one character. (Length of each chapter varies-this will be the shortest)
Prologue: Part 1
You're a diamond that I'm afraid to touch.
You're damn near flawless and I'm sure you'd cut
Up my eyes, my hands, my head, my heart.
You tear this canvas skin apart;
Oh, what a waste of human art that'd be.
Merlin was starting to hate modeling. He hated the flashing lights and flashy clothes. It was the money he cared about; Juliard didn't pay for itself. During all his shoots he'd never met anyone interesting. Oh, they were all interested in him. And his rising fame. And his angelic features. They loved everything about the persona he created but never the real Merlin. Until he'd met Edwin.
Edwin Muirden was an up and coming photographer booked to shoot Merlin's first spread in an international magazine. He was charming, handsome, and said things that made young Merlin's heart beat faster. Edwin was older, more mature than the people who usually tried to get Merlin's attention. He was new and exciting.
Months went by and Merlin thought himself so 'in love' he didn't notice the trap closing around him.
You're a dungeon but you're made of glass.
Your prisoners have no idea they're trapped,
'Cause you look so beautiful inside.
It makes us feel like we're alive,
But Lord knows we'll never survive your walls.
Song: The Muse by Darren Criss