anatomy of a soul.
lestappen, 15k, art school au
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The notebook isn't quite snatched from Charles' hand, but he certainly didn't hand it. "It's just—it's, hm, sketches. For the—you know. Ha. Sorry." "Studies for the painting, no?" "Yes. Studies." Neither of them is very convinced, and Max is visibly sweating under the harsh lights, the wet trail from his hairline down to his collarbone glistening as he shifts around, restless, and Charles' eyes traitorously catching on it each time. Oh no. No. No, Charles refuses to be attracted to such a—loser. His life is complicated enough as it is. He's not going to fall for the only guy who gives him money to not sleep with him. He's not even sure he likes the guy. Or: Max needs a model, Charles needs money, they strike a deal
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