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The mansion is quiet; no lights save for what Charles needs to read by. The lamp casts deep yellow onto his skin, creating the illusion - if only briefly - of the man he was. Erik muses as he watches that he can see the dark, thick hair, the easy smile, the gesturing hands, laughter, moving legs.
Charles speaks without looking up. “That was a long time ago, old friend. I have moved past it - as you should.” He smiles and raises his head, the lamp winking on the skin that is still smooth after all this time. He activates the chair and comes out from behind his desk. “Where have you been now?”
Erik sits on the couch and waits for Charles to reach him, his bespoke suit - so nice to have money, he thinks, although yes, Charles, it’s shallow - cut for him and black as he’s prone to wearing now, the white of his hair starker in contrast ( ... )
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