Re: AHS: Sam A & Cris M
He said people could get used to anything, and she had to fucking laugh. Yeah, that was true, and she knew it better than most. Resilient people could learn to live under any conditions or whatever, but she wasn't sure how much of that was actually living. It was some weird thing that was like being alive, but it wasn't, and she missed the innocence of fourteen and the belief that her life was going to turn out fucking awesome.
He righted the tie she fucked up, and his lift of black brows made her laugh. She could still find good shit, despite how bad things were, and she'd become a pro at little moments of ok. This was one of those. He stubbed the cigarette, and his fingers curled around the back of her knee as he leaned forward, and her eyes went a little unfocused at the touch. Good unfocused, yeah? And she reached for the tie again during that lean closer, and she fucked it up again. Her grin was red and unapologetic, and his tie was twisted.
"I draw caricatures at a freakshow," she said, because she hadn't considered herself a painter in fucking months. But that didn't change the fact that she wanted to get him on canvas, all those rich colors and the way he smiled. He flicked at the dirty sole of her foot, and she pressed it forward in a daring challenge. "Don't play with fuego, papi," she said, toes against his crotch for just a second before she tugged them back to decent again.
"Will you let me?" she asked of painting him. She really wanted to, and that shit was written all over her face. It meant she would need to get real supplies, which would be more than she'd bothered with recently, but whatever. She'd figure it out, if he said yes. She pulled out her useless fucking phone, the one tucked in the pocket of the black skirt that was so high up her thighs now that the white panties beneath were visible. Scroll, scroll, and she couldn't make calls, but she had a few pictures on the cracked-screen phone from the old studio. She didn't have any of the originals, but whatever, maybe this would be enough. She held the phone out to him, the gallery open to one image. "Tienes miedo?" she teased.