#ellyvator

He lets the water run over his body, carefully massaging his skin to work the soap in before he gets under the shower head ahead. His body wash smells like grapefruit and sandalwood, scent that fills his nostrils with the steam of the shower.

He looks all gold in the afternoon light coming through the window as he pats himself dry, and he completes the rest of his rituals with the same care he took a shower. He even blow dries his hair, the heat sealing in the sweet, woodsy aroma of his hair oil.

His skin is even softer after he moisturises, and he looks at himself in the mirror. He looks at his chest, his tattoos, the curves of his sides, his marked waist and the slight curve of his hips. He’s always had a good set of hips on him, as he has good legs and a good backside, toned by years of fencing. His hair falls over his shoulders, blond cascades still warm from the hairdryer. 

He’s always known he’s gifted in the looks department, but today he feels beautiful. Powerfully so.