Oh all I ever wanted was
a life in your shape
"Well, you could say it was a trial by fire for our relationship." Sam joked, laughing himself; no, the walk through the Climb had not been the ideal second date, but it had ended before disaster and he had felt safe there with someone that he felt cared.
Beginning to relax into the evening, he smiled and tucked some hair behind his ear, giving Amun a coy look. "It is for you. You wanted me to model for you, didn't you?" That, and when they were painting he wanted to get to know Amun more; it had struck Sam that he knew very little of the man's past over the last week. He went to pick up the glasses and start to pour wine as Amun began to sort out the art supplies...then he looked up at the apparent problem.
"Ah. Um..." He looked about for something the canvas could lean on. "I do have one thing...hang on." Sam rushed upstairs, heading to a little store room along his hallway; in the back (taking quite a bit of rummaging which Amun would likely be able to hear from downstairs) he found a small table easel, one that he'd used to make books before he got a better workspace. It wasn't ideal, but it was something. Bringing it down in his arms, he held it out towards Amun. "You can put it on the table there and sit on the corner to paint?"
Beginning to relax into the evening, he smiled and tucked some hair behind his ear, giving Amun a coy look. "It is for you. You wanted me to model for you, didn't you?" That, and when they were painting he wanted to get to know Amun more; it had struck Sam that he knew very little of the man's past over the last week. He went to pick up the glasses and start to pour wine as Amun began to sort out the art supplies...then he looked up at the apparent problem.
"Ah. Um..." He looked about for something the canvas could lean on. "I do have one thing...hang on." Sam rushed upstairs, heading to a little store room along his hallway; in the back (taking quite a bit of rummaging which Amun would likely be able to hear from downstairs) he found a small table easel, one that he'd used to make books before he got a better workspace. It wasn't ideal, but it was something. Bringing it down in his arms, he held it out towards Amun. "You can put it on the table there and sit on the corner to paint?"
Keep my eyes on the road
As I ache
SAMUEL
Base Code by Sky!
