originally a fic by spaceboyharry on ao3 (if this has already been translated to tracob lmk!)
summary: troye was jacob's brooklyn baby, his coney island queen, his starlet, his harlot, and everything in between.
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troye was something like the classroom pet of a hazy underground venue where flirtatious whispers entwined with cigar smoke, both falling from the lips of men with too much money to spend and too little love to give.
he hugged the mic like it was the only thing holding him up as his voice dripped like tupelo honey over the edge of a spoon.
his eyes were half-lidded as he sang, pink lips dragging on the mic with every word.
his hair flowed around him like a mane, mahogany curls laid across his forehead in a waterfall of ringlets.
the feathers braided into his hair waved in the gentle breeze hitting the stage. peacock and hyacinth feathers caught the draft and rode it like the northern wind, just like they would in the wild.
troye's eyes blinked slowly and showed off the verdant irides beneath his delicate lashes. the pupils were blown from the low light and glassy from the liquor flowing directly from the wallets of men who came for everything but troye's voice.
glitter shone under the low lighting, freckled across the bridge of his nose and dusting the corners of his eyes.
his shirt rested loosely on his lithe frame, unbuttoned to his navel and sliding off his shoulder, tanned skin bared for the hungry eyes of all who watched. the soft linen fabric was sheer enough to show every black line etched into troye's skin, painting him like a canvas.
his black jeans clung tightly to his thighs, worn at the knees and tucked neatly into the ankles of his golden boots, shimmering in the crepuscular light .
his lashes fluttered as he crooned the final words to his song, body rolling against the mic stand in a sensual waltz.
as the final notes settled into the atmosphere, troye's eyes fluttered open and his teeth dug into his lip as the soft applause filtered through the audience, rippling like waves lapping at the shore.
the lights go up and serve to only enunciate the ethereal appearance of troye even more.
his skin was aglow from a sheen of sweat and a spray of glimmer. beneath the surface, the skin was a flushed a rosy pink, the blush spread across his chest and tinting the tips of his ears.
his cheeks dimple as he takes a small bow and untwines himself from the mic, relinquishing his crutch to the next act.
a dozen hands extend to help him down the stairs, sixty fingers that were laden with daddy's money, hard work, and higher education.
wedding bands were forgone when troye was involved.
the hand that was chosen's partner was quick to extend a glass of pretty pink poison, the color of cotton candy and bubble gum sweet.
troye took it with a smile and took a sip, tongue darting out to catch the drop that threatened to fall down his chin.
a hundred eyes watched as it did so, their own aching to meet with his.
under the attention, troye preened and under his spell, another man fell. no one could resist the deity that was troye mellet.
as he made his way through the crowd-a parade route laid out specifically for him- drinks, drugs, and beds were offered to him.
the drinks were sipped, the drugs were placed on his awaiting tongue, and the beds were turned down with a coy grin and a proposition of "maybe next time."
