[IC] What's Attractive about the OC Above?

Blonde. That was the first thing he noticed. The short, well kept blonde hair that the other had. The second thing he noticed was the others build. Strong legs holding up the body of a man who killed people for a living, not a slacker living in some rich man’s basement. Then there was the look in Mack’s eyes, the kind of look Sid knew all too well. There was no trust there… there never would be, not for him. But that…. Hm. Had him feeling a way. He spoke up,

“What’s a handsome model like you doing in business like this Hm? I mean- you could certainly get away without. Is it the blonde genes running through your thick skull or?” He hummed, leaning against a doorframe.

(This is definitely not my best but I tried!- He’s a mafia member whos been through the wringer. I’m not sure what he’s into so go mad…)

Plenty about Nyma was eye candy, and her personality wasn't half bad either, save for the faker side to her. Her attitude was something she was quite used to with people at home and it reminded her of a good handful of people she'd enjoyed throughout her life, whether they were still on good terms or not. 

Pirates' fashion senses were quite fun too, and sure as hell had more variety than the more 'western' aesthetic the people around her - including herself - stuck to. But, she couldn't leave all of her focus on being modest and proper about her observations. Sure, she did have all of her comments and compliments about the way Nyma dressed and carried herself, though she couldn't pretend that her eyes were glued to her figure more than anything. What's a girl to do? 

"Good hell, woman." Scarlett laughs, grabbing at her arm to squeeze it. "The hell ya doin' t'stay in such good shape? Bet you're popular with the ladies, ain'tcha?" She sure as hell loved a girl that could knock her out in one punch. Finding tough ladies on planets other than her own or possibly Venus, though she didn't get off Jupiter much. She had to take what she could get. People at home didn't like her all too much anymore.

@ np feel free to pick anyone else

v oOoooOH THIS IS SO CUTE AND EMRYS IS SO PRETTTYYYY//

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His top lip coils back over the row of his teeth. He snarls and scowls at the fallen angel, completely unaware to how deep the manipulation runs. Emrys is anything but a pathetic creature, yet Puck falls for the display within a matter of seconds, judging him to be pitiful. While his views are harsh, there are ones that he can't deny despite the attempts to. Emrys was pretty, his soft features beckoning to be touched, admired. To an average human like Puck, he could fall for them easily if he allowed himself, his soul ripe to be abused and taken advantage of. "Tch." He tears his eyes away from the sad creature, ignoring the urge to look. A man harboring a hand of death and thickly embedded hate would be attracted to an entity with darkened wings and a sinister inside, wouldn't he? He avoids giving him any more of his attention. To be lulled into his extravagant features and those sadly beautiful, haunting eyes of blankness was like asking to be taken to hell. 

The prompt was deceiving in its simplicity. To you, what’s attractive about the person in the photo? It likely didn’t require a lot of thought but Sal was thoughtful in ways that conflicted each other, which likely stemmed from a disconnect between himself and the version of him others perceived, both of which were a mystery to him. As usual, he approaches it methodically.

What’s attractive about the person in the photo?

He had a good bone structure with a broad brow which emphasized his intense gaze. Whereas some people might be described as soft and disarming, it seemed this individual commanded attention with his striking appearance.

He appeared in good health - muscular and tanned. Humans were intended to live outdoors and the whole notion of sedentary urban lifestyles were introduced fairly recently relative to the existence of the species.

His clothes were plain, and there was little that could be said about it. While practical, it did little to compliment his frame.

To you?

Well, who was he really? In all honesty he harbored an attraction toward blonde hair and left it at that. There was nothing about it that could be explained and he did not seek deeper reasons for it. But saying nothing at all did not sufficiently answer the proposed prompt.

What is attraction anyways. Was it supposed to inspire lust? Dependence? The answer will be different every time to suit the context of the situation to the person he currently was. Currently, Sal feels drawn to his gaze. There was a sturdiness to it that he found comforting. Social niceties had perplexed him, and the complex feelings of others were things he wondered if he would ever have for himself – if he would ever desire it. A desire, to desire it, maybe.

“Sal?” He lifts his eyes to the host, who beckons the question again with a polite chuckle, “To you, what’s attractive about the person in the photo?”

“Smile.”