his eyelashes flutter for a second, the poor attempt at a coy act only given any credibility by the natural innocence that radiates from his face. “i’ve just gotten notes on the latest work i turned in,” felix says, the light crease between his eyebrows hinting at a genuine concern over the subject before he shoots a hopeful glance at the other - his only hope, after all. “my anatomy is slightly off.” the tug at the corner of his lips is subtle, but not enough to be missed, eyebrows raising in the pause before his delivery. “you could always model for me.” // @scalive















