#salvius

Two moodboards for Salvius, @salillies

So I’ll continue to continue to pretend

My life will never end

And flowers never bend

With the rainfall

Post campaign outfit design for when I inevitably play him again in a future campaign.

Fionn Sapphire adjusted the camera. 'This is a terrible idea.'

'Not at all. Now shut up and get to clicking.'

Sighing, Fionn Sapphire did as he was told. Just like a younger sibling should.

Salvius Ruby settled back into the chaise. It was harder than it looked: the leather pants he pinched from the costume box were too damn tight. He'd rigged up the old red velvet curtains the Covey used for shows to use as a background. Under the low light of dusk and candle flames, it looked almost luxurious. He could always scratch out the background on the camera film. The focus wasn't on the backdrop, but him.

Salvius Ruby turned his head this way and that. He bent his arm, then he straightened it, then he tugged at the neckline of his tank top, doing his best to exude sensuality.

'That's three pictures done,' Fionn Sapphire said.

'Are they any good?'

'Turn around.'

'Fionnbharr Sapphire.'

'You're not even supposed to give pictures with identifying features. Plausible deniability, remember?'

'They're not for Diamonte, they're for me.'

'God, Sal, you're so vain.'

'It's not like anyone else is gonna like this face.'

Fionn Sapphire's face crumpled. 'No, Sal, you're gorgeous. Ma and Pa think so. I think so. Diamonte too. Especially Diamonte.'

Salvius rolled his eyes. Fionn had all of their mother's beauty and none of his nature. Coryo Snow would acknowledge that yes, District One preferred blonde hair and blue eyes and white skin, but Salvius Ruby was still beautiful beyond measure. Sal would point out his mother's opinion didn't matter; all children were beautiful in their mother's eyes.

At that point Coryo Snow would throw around the meanest insults about the general sameness of dress and features the Settled of One wanted. He'd talk smack about how there were only seven hairstyles or five outfits or three faces until Salvius had tears coming out of his eyes from laughing so hard. Pa and Fionn never approved, though Sal could see the smiles they were holding back.

What all three agreed on, though, was that Diamonte Addams Junior was bad news.

Salvius Ruby turned around and took off his tank top.

Fionn sucked in a breath. 'Sal, no.'

'Sal, yes.'

Salvius Ruby popped his hip, highlighting his lean back and the way the thong peeped out from his low-rise pants. He made sure the rings Diamonte gave him were in the shot.

'You're too tense,' Fionn finally said. 'Relax.'

Salvius did. Snap.

Can i put it in? Diamonte was all puppy eyes and eager hands.

Fuck no. Take what you're given.

Diamonte whined. He threw his head back as Sal slipped Diamonte's cock between his cheeks.

Coryo Snow's life was ruined because he didn't think to offer his ass. If only he'd got buggered senseless. Salvius Ruby wasnt an idiot; he knew pretty sixteen year olds like Coryo Snow didn't marry disgraced peacekeepers more than twice their age and had his child because of some grand love affair. His parents made the best of it, though. Built a life together, made a home for themselves, their sons, the other Covey.

At best, Salvius Ruby was the son of a teenage boyfriend who ran off after not wanting to take responsibility over the results from a night of fun.

At worst, a peacekeeper—

Don't think about it, Salvius Ruby told himself. He focused on kissing Diamonte senseless.