dawdler.

sent by @perfectsaints

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

“You have the most sublime chin, have I ever told you that?”

She’s got a good angle on it from where she’s laying on the bus stop bench – her head in his lap looking up at how he’s illuminated by the street light. They’re waiting for the car Laurie had ordered so that he could get her home safe. If it hadn’t been for his arrival, she could have succeeded in her six-tequlias-deep mission of hoisting herself on the bar to belt out a rousing rendition of ‘You’re So Vain’ that she would have sworn up and down wasn’t directed towards him.

Even though it was. 

She extends her finger upward, giggling as it takes an extra long liquor induced moment for her brain to connect to her muscles and aim, tracing her touch over his jawline before it comes to rest on the ever-so-slight dimple at the middle of his chin. 

Her touch remains there as another stream of nonsensical giggles erupts from her and bounces of the buildings in the scene of Paris past midnight. 

“I’ve always wanted to do that. Can I sculpt your chin out of clay sometime? Pleeease?”

“I don’t think chin-model is something I’m in a rush to put on my resume,” Laurie retorts, amusement present in his answer as he reaches to take her hand in his if only to try and contain it from it’s wander along his facial features. If she had consumed less alcohol, he would have been bracing for some sassy remark on how that would be the first thing of value he would have to put on there. 

( He’s starting to be able to ad-lib her without much thought, which was a definite sign that he needed to spend less time with her. )  

Headlights cut through his thinking as the car arrives, which brought about it’s own set of challenges. How the hell was he supposed to get her from bench to backseat without some resistance to an apparent good night being cut short? 

“Alright, boozy, that way,” He encourages, pointing to the car before he nudges her shoulder gently. 

IT   HAUNTS   HER   ,   SOMETIMES   .   THE   WORK   OF   ARTISTS   FROM   BEFORE   . admiration   she   has   plenty   of   ,   but   between   the   majestic   walls   of   paris’   historical   monuments   she   often   finds   herself   humbled   to   disbelief   in   her   own   talent   .   amy   stands   ,   poised   ,   chin   raised   ever   so   slightly   in   assessment   of   the   artistry   before   her   .   comparison   was   fruitless   .   anyone   else   but   amy   would   think   it   vanity   to   do   so   .   but   what   is   the   purpose   of   her   toil   ,   if   brilliance   is   always   beyond   her   reach   ?   for   what   is   she   compared   to   such   grandeur   ?  she   wonders   if   the   weight   of   her   aspiration   will   ever   lessen   .   it   is   home   to   a   fire   in   her   chest   that   says   she   must   be   great   or   nothing   !   yet   something   rises   within   her   ———   something   that   says   

                             you   will   always   be   in   the   shadow   of   a   man   of   lesser   talent   .

an   artists   insecurity   .   doubt   does   not   come   easily   to   the   ambitious   young   blonde   ,   and   how   she   hates   the   feeling   !   she   refuses   it   a   place   within   her   and   inhales   .   a   smile   graces   her   lips   as   she   turns   to   her   companion   .   (   he   —   someone   she   has   known   all   her   life   ,   yet   someone   new   all   the   same.   )   amy   is   self-assured   as   always   ,   giving   no   nod   to   her   musings   aside   from   absentminded   fiddling   with   a   ring   upon   her   finger   .   

“   they   are   just   magnificent   ,   don’t   you   think   laurie   ?   ”   a   glance  up   at   him   .  “  if   only   i   could   acquire   a   fraction   of   the   genius   they   had   in   one   brush   stroke   !   “

she   was   ever   so   grateful   for   his   company   ,   more   than   she   let   on   .   for   he   never   knew   just   how   much   of   a   place   in   her   heart   he   held   .   she   wouldn’t   let   him   know   it   ,      not   ever   .      if   she   let   herself   think   about   it   ,   she   feared   it   would   break   her   so   carefully   crafted   composure   .   she   had   thrown   away   the   key   to   that   door   in   her   heart   long   ago   in   adolescence   .

however   ,   

upon   reuniting   ,   amy   couldn’t   seem   to   stop   the   laurie   from   occupying   her   thoughts   once   more.

@perfectsaints​

“Magnificent, surely,” Laurie concurs, though his tone is underpinned by the dismissive nature of a man who had been exposed to masterpieces and grandeur from a time before he had been taught to appreciate them. He can see the merit and where the lauding stems from -- but he much preferred to look over Amy’s sketches rather than these pieces hung on display in frames. 

( The latter meant something to him. ) 

His thumb strokes against the edge of the ring he never took off, a gift from another March sister that was ever present wherever he went, like a reminder to not let his spirits get too high or to enjoy himself too freely. Heartbreak was grounding, rejection a vehicle that had taxied him from idyllic notions to an adult adjacent existence. 

Of course, if he were to ask present company, he’s sure she would have some remarks to share about how careless he was with both his time and his resources. 

When he side-steps to observe another work, he finds his mind racing with thoughts that didn’t pertain to the piece at all. Where critiques of technique and praise for appeal should reside, the only occupancy is thoughts of Amy -- which made for a somewhat pleasant change than the convoluted examinations of days gone that play like a stage production that’s had too long a run. 

Amy and Laurie as buddy cops.

Laurie helping Amy with chores.

Amy and Laurie got handcuffed together and lost the key.

Laurie and Amy watch fireworks together.

Amy and Laurie are part of a team, but their constant arguing causes problems. They have to pull it together for the sake of the team.

Laurie is about to do something stupid. Amy does not think this is a good idea.

Jo and Laurie go on a road trip.

Laurie with a hangover, but Jo is feeling fine.

Laurie gets amnesia and forgets everything about Jo.