Oh all I ever wanted was
a life in your shape
"You have, that's true." The only slightly negative words he could remember from Amun had been about his distrust of the Voice, but Sam was at a crossroads with himself on that, considering allowing himself to entirely trust her the way so many of his 'family' did; if they could have such easy faith, why couldn't he?
He expected that Amun would do some sort of amusing seductive pose, possibly pull off his shirt, but Sam had thought that any mention of nude paintings had been mostly joking and flirting; he looked up as the first article of clothing came off and then his face was stuck, an expression of surprise there as he watched the entire display of Amun stripping down. Finally, once the underwear was off (and Sam's eyes finally averted), he let out an embarrassed, laughing yell of "Amun!", to get across just how scandalised he was.
Thankfully, a blanket was employed to cover the most sensitive of areas and Sam looked back to Amun, calming a little and actually letting his eyes get used to the man's body. He was certainly attractive, more so than Sam felt himself, but instead of comparing he tried to just enjoy, to be glad that Amun was interested in him. Of course, thoughts of what might happen if they continued were not appropriate for this kind of moment, so after a moment longer he nodded and recentered himself behind the canvas. "It's fine. Um...okay, I'm just going to..start...and I'm sorry if it doesn't come out very flattering."
Wanting to just be rid of the blank canvas before him, Sam mixed a dark red colour for the chair and with a medium brush, made a line on the canvas, paint spreading across the woven fabric; with one mark down it felt somehow less worrisome, and soon he was actually trying to capture Amun, quiet in his focus.
He expected that Amun would do some sort of amusing seductive pose, possibly pull off his shirt, but Sam had thought that any mention of nude paintings had been mostly joking and flirting; he looked up as the first article of clothing came off and then his face was stuck, an expression of surprise there as he watched the entire display of Amun stripping down. Finally, once the underwear was off (and Sam's eyes finally averted), he let out an embarrassed, laughing yell of "Amun!", to get across just how scandalised he was.
Thankfully, a blanket was employed to cover the most sensitive of areas and Sam looked back to Amun, calming a little and actually letting his eyes get used to the man's body. He was certainly attractive, more so than Sam felt himself, but instead of comparing he tried to just enjoy, to be glad that Amun was interested in him. Of course, thoughts of what might happen if they continued were not appropriate for this kind of moment, so after a moment longer he nodded and recentered himself behind the canvas. "It's fine. Um...okay, I'm just going to..start...and I'm sorry if it doesn't come out very flattering."
Wanting to just be rid of the blank canvas before him, Sam mixed a dark red colour for the chair and with a medium brush, made a line on the canvas, paint spreading across the woven fabric; with one mark down it felt somehow less worrisome, and soon he was actually trying to capture Amun, quiet in his focus.
Keep my eyes on the road
As I ache
SAMUEL
Base Code by Sky!
