odd Oz word picture
Mar. 10th, 2004 07:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethI don't even know if anyone is reading who would read this, but I had a thought about Oz, prettiest werewolf I know.
http://www.fairygothmother.co.uk/newimages/sl-06.jpg
Imagine Oz wearing that
Okay, I know, the style isnt quite right for a guy. But I love those buckles.
I had the mental image of Oz gothed up real pretty, and I figured it wouldnt fit in a story because Oz, not so much with the mopey. Too zen to be goth. Or not angry enough for the almost-goth styles.
Right?
But then consider- restraint. All the pictures I've got of Oz have him wearing something around his wrists. Sometimes straps. Probably not meant as bondage shackles, but... it would fit. Control, restriction, restraint. Bound up tight, keep it all inside. Sure, a corset wouldnt keep in the wolf, but as an outward expression of what he needs... yeah. I can see Oz strapped up tight. Tight is another word that isnt Oz, but could be. If he went that way. Trying to keep it all inside, under control. Wrists bound, waist cinched in, trousers practically a shiny black skin with buckles and straps all the way down. Shoes with a strap too. Round toes. Pointy is more a threat, outward directed, and all this is directed in.
He doesn't wear a collar. For that he'd need someone to put the collar on him. Oz of the corset and straps has no one person who connects that well. He loses himself in the clubs, in the beat, in angry music that sounds like a heart and a moan and a howling. He lets the music play his body like no one else can, like he cant let himself go enough to allow.
Straps. Tight. Restraint.
But under the corset, skin tight mesh. Sleeves with PVC cuffs, laced up to the elbow, and collar, reaching high up his neck. Its tricky to get the arms right with no one else to tie them. Practice. Control. Tied so tight up his throat he has to work at breathing when he dances. Only ease in stillness, movement makes things harder. Throat quite covered, opposite of invitation. Biting above all else he cannot allow himself. However much he wants it.
Behind the mesh, above the clothes, pale pale redhead skin, full cream milk, not goth powder. Leaves it that way, mismatch, not uniform, not wearing this to fit in even with the misfits. Hair punk spiked again, lightly bleached, spiking gel in flame red or gold or blonde, on fire under the UV lights. Eyes painted to match, flaring, a mask of paint on eyelids above and below. Would bring out his eyes if he ever let anyone close enough to see. Keeps his hair light now. Dark is what the other brings, wolf out, brown out. Can't have that. Can't let himself see that.
On his lips he covers any trace of natural red. Dark, almost but not quite black. Never smudges. Never leaves it printed on anything but a glass. Not a beer bottle, nothing alcoholic. Can't afford the blurring.
Up his ears a cage of rings, pierced as multiply as they can hold. Silver. Burns a little, all the time. Reminds him.
Piercings other places too? Yeah, nipples glinting with metal under the mesh, plain and visible. Other regions no one else sees. Pierced through the head, habitual ring round the base. Strong emotion means losing control. So, reminder, even if it means riding the edge all the time. Silver burn mixing with the beat and the scent and the bodies around him until the beast is *screaming* for release but Oz *will* *not*.
Not an Oz I know how to write about, but the image of him... hotness. So, I share.
http://www.fairygothmother.co.uk/newimages/sl-06.jpg
Imagine Oz wearing that
Okay, I know, the style isnt quite right for a guy. But I love those buckles.
I had the mental image of Oz gothed up real pretty, and I figured it wouldnt fit in a story because Oz, not so much with the mopey. Too zen to be goth. Or not angry enough for the almost-goth styles.
Right?
But then consider- restraint. All the pictures I've got of Oz have him wearing something around his wrists. Sometimes straps. Probably not meant as bondage shackles, but... it would fit. Control, restriction, restraint. Bound up tight, keep it all inside. Sure, a corset wouldnt keep in the wolf, but as an outward expression of what he needs... yeah. I can see Oz strapped up tight. Tight is another word that isnt Oz, but could be. If he went that way. Trying to keep it all inside, under control. Wrists bound, waist cinched in, trousers practically a shiny black skin with buckles and straps all the way down. Shoes with a strap too. Round toes. Pointy is more a threat, outward directed, and all this is directed in.
He doesn't wear a collar. For that he'd need someone to put the collar on him. Oz of the corset and straps has no one person who connects that well. He loses himself in the clubs, in the beat, in angry music that sounds like a heart and a moan and a howling. He lets the music play his body like no one else can, like he cant let himself go enough to allow.
Straps. Tight. Restraint.
But under the corset, skin tight mesh. Sleeves with PVC cuffs, laced up to the elbow, and collar, reaching high up his neck. Its tricky to get the arms right with no one else to tie them. Practice. Control. Tied so tight up his throat he has to work at breathing when he dances. Only ease in stillness, movement makes things harder. Throat quite covered, opposite of invitation. Biting above all else he cannot allow himself. However much he wants it.
Behind the mesh, above the clothes, pale pale redhead skin, full cream milk, not goth powder. Leaves it that way, mismatch, not uniform, not wearing this to fit in even with the misfits. Hair punk spiked again, lightly bleached, spiking gel in flame red or gold or blonde, on fire under the UV lights. Eyes painted to match, flaring, a mask of paint on eyelids above and below. Would bring out his eyes if he ever let anyone close enough to see. Keeps his hair light now. Dark is what the other brings, wolf out, brown out. Can't have that. Can't let himself see that.
On his lips he covers any trace of natural red. Dark, almost but not quite black. Never smudges. Never leaves it printed on anything but a glass. Not a beer bottle, nothing alcoholic. Can't afford the blurring.
Up his ears a cage of rings, pierced as multiply as they can hold. Silver. Burns a little, all the time. Reminds him.
Piercings other places too? Yeah, nipples glinting with metal under the mesh, plain and visible. Other regions no one else sees. Pierced through the head, habitual ring round the base. Strong emotion means losing control. So, reminder, even if it means riding the edge all the time. Silver burn mixing with the beat and the scent and the bodies around him until the beast is *screaming* for release but Oz *will* *not*.
Not an Oz I know how to write about, but the image of him... hotness. So, I share.
