Oh all I ever wanted was
a life in your shape
Was this technically a second date, or a third? Sam wasn't quite sure, but it was certainly a date he was very excited about; much more so than he had been the walk in the lava-filled nightmare. This promised to be relaxing, fun and even a little erotic, or at least as erotic as things could be between Ascended with none of that function.
The idea of being painted, he found, really appealed to him, and he wasn't quite sure why. Normally he was awfully shy about being looked at by anyone, much less potentially without clothes, and for there to be a record of it after? It almost made his skin crawl...but when it was Amun, and it was here in his house, it felt safe. Fun without the parts that made him embarrassed and paranoid, a rare experience for Sam.
Never having been an artistic person (he had inks for making books, but that was a different thing all together from painting), he had asked Amun to bring the supplies from the Artist's Sanctuary, a place Sam daredn't step foot in in case the obnoxious guildmaster asked him something weird again. He had cleared off some space in his living room, put down some paper on the floor to protect it (not that it was particularly special anyway, being several decades old and warping by now, but it was the principle of the thing) and placed a couple of sheets over the back of one of his armchairs, in case there was need to cover modesties.
It was coming to the evening, when Amun was meant to arrive. He had bought some sweet wine at the market, thinking it would be a romantic touch even if they could not feel all it's effects, and two of his nicest glasses awaited it on the table. Trying to relax, wanting to look casual when he opened the door, Sam sat in one of his armchairs and waited, staring into the fireplace and absentmindedly smiling to himself.
The idea of being painted, he found, really appealed to him, and he wasn't quite sure why. Normally he was awfully shy about being looked at by anyone, much less potentially without clothes, and for there to be a record of it after? It almost made his skin crawl...but when it was Amun, and it was here in his house, it felt safe. Fun without the parts that made him embarrassed and paranoid, a rare experience for Sam.
Never having been an artistic person (he had inks for making books, but that was a different thing all together from painting), he had asked Amun to bring the supplies from the Artist's Sanctuary, a place Sam daredn't step foot in in case the obnoxious guildmaster asked him something weird again. He had cleared off some space in his living room, put down some paper on the floor to protect it (not that it was particularly special anyway, being several decades old and warping by now, but it was the principle of the thing) and placed a couple of sheets over the back of one of his armchairs, in case there was need to cover modesties.
It was coming to the evening, when Amun was meant to arrive. He had bought some sweet wine at the market, thinking it would be a romantic touch even if they could not feel all it's effects, and two of his nicest glasses awaited it on the table. Trying to relax, wanting to look casual when he opened the door, Sam sat in one of his armchairs and waited, staring into the fireplace and absentmindedly smiling to himself.
Keep my eyes on the road
As I ache
SAMUEL
Base Code by Sky!
