Rating: T
Catch my eye
She stared at the man from the corner of her eye, it was hard not to what with the way he seemed to be screaming for attention. She perused him at her leisure, smiling to herself at how many things there were about him that seemed to call for attention. To start off there was the sheer size of the weights he was hefting around, each weight larger than the man himself. Yet, when you looked closer you would notice how hefting didn't seem to be the right word. Hefting implied a struggle of sorts and this man was having none of that, the weights bobbing up and down in a set rhythm with a grace that was unbelievable. A small grunt, emitted with each rep, the only sound.
It was more than just a small grunt though, if she listened closely she realized he was counting. The counting itself might seem pretty mundane after all most people kept track of how many reps they did. What screamed for attention was the numbers itself. This man wasn't doing ten, eleven reps no, he was in the thousands and going strong. All these things called for your attention and then you found yourself being drawn to the man himself, noticing the smooth lines of thick muscle working under tan skin pulled taut. His skin was like caramel, smooth and delicious except for where it was marred. There were a few scars here and there, marking his bare chest and strong legs but the most noticeable was the jagged one that ran across his chest. From left shoulder to right hip, the pinkish white line proof of his strength.
Even his hair called for attention. A shocking shade of green that she had never seen before. It was short and efficient, suiting his personality perfectly while still demanding attention. He wasn't the most outgoing man on the ship but in her opinion his quiet strength drew more attention than the cook's declarations of love. Just then he looked over in her direction and their eyes met. Jade and Cobalt. Then he offered up a smirk and that was probably the most entrancing thing of all.