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Jun 22, 2007 01:29

Date: Fall 2005
Characters: Isaac Mendez, Simone Deveaux
Summary: Simone's bored and Isaac is not paying attention to her.
Status: In progress
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simone deveaux, simone likes finger painting, isaac mendez

Comments 7

paintmeastory June 22 2007, 08:56:40 UTC

She got like this often when he was painting. Like she was jealous that he was in the 'zone' and not her. He'd learned long ago to live with it and ignore her--his best art was always made when she was trying to pry him away anyway.

Therefore, as her voice didn't sound very threatening, he paid no attention to her obligatory 'or else'. He'd only been at this a couple of hours--she had the whole night still.

everydaysimone June 22 2007, 09:31:48 UTC

Simone heaved a sigh, watching him. His strokes were still even, like he hadn't heard her. Oh, but she knew he had.

And he was still ignoring her.

"Isaaaac," she tried again, creeping closer to him and the paint. Still silent.

She dipped a finger in the black paint and brought it up to her face, inspecting it. It was the same paint he used on the canvas and often wore on himself. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Grinning slightly to herself, she redipped her finger into the paint and slowly dragged her finger down his arm, leaving a trail of paint.

paintmeastory June 22 2007, 09:46:45 UTC

He twitched slightly, almost messing up a stroke, when Simone randomly smeared paint on him. It was one thing to splash or smudge it accidentally...but it wasn't face paint.

It took a good amount of determination to shove it aside and keep painting anyway--he was not giving in to her nagging or her mischief. This was too important. Or...well, maybe not important, but he wanted to finish the painting while he still had inspiration for it.

everydaysimone June 22 2007, 09:55:55 UTC

It still wasn't working.

Well, she'd give him a gold star for effort, but it wouldn't be enough.

She covered her finger again with paint and began to trail it down his arm again, criss crossing with the other line. It was a little shakey, but you could see the lines. She was glad she wasn't the one being paid for her art.

paintmeastory June 22 2007, 10:06:25 UTC

He frowned slightly. She wasn't wasting that much paint, even if it was annoying.

A silent mantra repeated in his mind as he continued his painting with slightly more force. Paint can be washed off, art can't be replaced

...Why of all nights did Simone decide to regress to a fifteen year old girl?