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fatedtragedy:
a faint yet nervous laugh left her lips at his words, emerald eyes lifting from the table to meet his gaze. she watched him for a moment, trying to see if there was any kind of sarcasm on his features or in his tone. but, all sera can see was that he was being completely genuine. but, still, she had to ask. she could blame that on her overwhelming insecurities. ❛ you really think so? ❜
“ damn right i really think so. might come to you for a tattoo design. i’m keeping this, by the way. “ he wiggled the napkin in the air before looking at it again. she was talented, she got it just perfect and he always was so admired by such. he found artist interesting. he loved how creative they were. “ so, what do you usually draw? “
fatedtragedy:
sera easily notices the sadness in his eyes at the mention of his ex, deciding not to push him to talk about it. she pauses, teeth sinking into her lower lip and pulling a pen out of her pouch. absentmindedly, her fingers gently wrapped around his wrist and turned his hand so she could see his tattoo. her focus easily turned to the napkin, sketching for a moment, a focused crease forming between her eyebrows before she finished and released his wrist. a nervous laugh left her, her hand moving on the side of her neck as she tilted her head to the side. ❛ do you like it?❜
pinkman watched closely, tilting his head. he allowed her to grab his wrist and turn it around. he blinked slowly and watched as she began to draw his very own tattoo. a small “hah” left him and he stared at her once she was done. he took the napkin and examined it. “ you’re fuckin’ talented, you know that? “ he complimented her art, and he meant it.
no offense @life but can I have a breather… a break… some slack…
fatedtragedy:
fingertips move to brush a few strands of hair behind her ear, emerald hues lifting at his question. it wasn’t often to talked about herself or her art, not outside of her family or her professor. sera pauses for a moment, thinking about his question. ❛ since my first year of high school, i think. probably earlier. ❜
“ i use to draw and shit. my ex got me into it again for a bit but... shit happened. “ he smiled sadly before grabbing a napkin. he slid it towards her and looked around. “ you’ve got to have a pen somewhere. give me a small sketch. “ he looked at her, his blue irises looking towards her emerald. “ draw me a... gas mask or skull. “
fatedtragedy:
there’s a small breath of relief that leaves her lips, nodding her head slowly as a small laugh leaves her lips soon after. sera can admit that she was a little worried that he would say no. not that she would’ve been upset, she could understand that being drawn wasn’t everyone’s thing. it wasn’t always her thing but she was glad that jesse was willing to be drawn. his words cause a small laugh to escape her, sweet and short. ❛ right. well, it won’t be perfect. i doubt i’m that good but you’ll look good. i’m off tomorrow so maybe tomorrow? ❜
jesse gave a small laugh. sera was such a sweetheart. he always thought so. he played with his straw, nibbling the end of it before finally talking. “ sounds good. i’m here basically everyday anyways, so we can meet here then go to mine or something. “ he gave a shrug before smiling towards her. “ how long you been drawing for? “
You are not how I remember you from class, I mean, like, not at all. Breaking Bad | 1x01: Pilot
sera’s not too sure she could count them as friends. sometimes when her boss isn’t here, she lets him sit in the diner after closing while she’s cleaning. she’s not a cook but she thinks he likes what he makes her when he’s there and she’s sure he’s having a shit day. besides, she can use someone to talk to late at night. that, and because of what happened to her older sister, sera gets nervous closing up by herself and jesse helps calm those feelings. well, maybe they were friends.
❛ so, this might sound kinda weird, ❜ sera starts, a nervous laugh leaving soft lips as she slides into the booth across from him. a sweet smile forms on gentle features, dimples coming into view. ❛ i go to art school and one of our assignments is to, like, draw someone. so, i was wondering if i could draw you? you totally don’t have to say yes. ❜
sera draws @jpinkmanbtch !
tired. that’s how jesse felt. he sat at a diner, a milk shake in his hand. he sipped away, looking out the window as thoughts went though his mind. he began a friendship with someone who worked here, it was nice to meet new faces. make new friends. although they weren’t too close, they made each other calm and made each other laugh. when the girl asked him a question, he stared before laughing. why would she even ask?
‘‘ yo, of course you can. as long as you show me after. ‘‘ he laughed a bit and posed, giving an eye flutter. ‘‘ draw me like one of your french girls, baby. ‘‘ he grinned ear to ear before taking another sip of his milkshake. he fixed his beanie. ‘‘ make sure i look good. ‘‘
cultivated peace. @jpinkmanbtch
She should stop believing in ghosts.
The boy strayed, faded in and out of aisles—someone had loosened the lad from his moorings, and he was paying for it. No clear association attached with another within the store. Setting foot in Albertsons an hour prior, spotting the baby faced boy struggling to maintain concentration upon a pack of—what were they called?—chips, without the impulse to slump against shelving. Quite the specific nuance—signs of peril. A mother knows. An hour onwards, he’d kept himself on the move. Turning into Tea & Coffee, dickering between two blends of Twinings and attracting more attention than the boy, was one of the main characters of this story.
Pale faced, alert eyes of faded, haunting grey searching her neatly written shopping list for more goods—damask pink notepaper caught in one hand, marking off items using a rosehead topped fountain pen. Reaching Baked Goods and Pastries, Jennifer Pennyfortune felt more sure of herself in this open ended aisle than she did in Tea & Coffee mere moments ago. What tended to happen in public spaces, Jennifer surmised, was that one either gained stares of bashful admiration—the kind of attention people give celebrities but are too shy to approach the celeb themselves, thinking they’re too terrified of one on one attention to say anything—or stares of grave concern, like watching a diseased tree that could be felled any day now.
She received the contradictory mixture, both showered upon her. But now most of the gawpers had buggered off. Gracefully turned out and taking a day off from leopard print, the lioness gave her Laura Ashley dress a grateful turn on her willowy figure. Looking dingy on some women, perhaps. Upon Jennifer’s slim, broad shouldered frame, it seemed to cheer up. It was an innocent looking thing, as was Jennifer at present.
Violet top and mauve-blue skirt, a large wide collar lay open and white, matching violet bow sewn underneath. In all of her typical Leo fashion, her ego was satisfied by the outfit befitting the activity—selecting freshly baked cobs in clothing appropriate for a local village girl. Yes, she may look on the side of unwell and slightly pale, expertly applied makeup hiding the true nature of her mixed vitiligo—but the woman’s alarming size gave her the strength of an ox, by comparison. Always give people what they expect to see. Folding the crossed off list into three parts and pushing her cart full of goodies towards the friendliest looking checkout person, a rattling metal thunk interrupted the flow.
Stepping back, cart halting and Jennifer confidently addressing the brown haired beanie boy.
“Well, well...” Jen murmured in ill disguised awe, “Young man, you have a talent for locating Amazon women in supermarkets.” She fought back the urge to run a hand over his sweet face, eyes deadened from something gripping his wellbeing. “Are you very lost..?” It was gently put.
“I’ve placed some iced cream sandwiches in here.” Jen offered, “If you’re so very hungry.” A sympathetic coo to her voice.
munchies. god, did jesse ever have them. last night was a party, he got absolutely hammered with badger and skinny, he was hung over. needed something greasy and salty. that was always his cravings when he was hung over and still a bit stoned. so, the boy decided to go to the grocery store. he needed a few things anyways, needed coffee, needed some milk and maybe even bread. it was a slow drive there, his music blaring on the car radio and hands tapping on the stirring wheel as he drove towards the store.
once there, jesse was dragging his feet. the bright sun was hurting his eyes. fuck, he forgot his damn glasses. inside, he grabbed a cart and began to wonder. what first? oh fuck, chips. he instantly went towards the chip aisle with hurried movement. there was a variety. he didn’t know which one he wanted. he stared for a long time before grabbing a bbq flavored no name bag. he shoved it inside the cart and continued to walk throughout the store. bread. check. milk. check. munchies. check. mentally he was going down his list. oh shit, coffee. he sighed in annoyance as he headed where the coffee was. he felt like he was being stared at, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. he looked around the store and caught a glimpse of a tall, strong looking chick. he blinked before minding his own business. why stare and be a bother? he continued his shopping, might as well just stay to himself. that was until their carts collided at the checkout. the boy groaned loud before staring at her with those blue eyes. “ huh? “ he looked a bit confused. “ oh, you’re the lady from the coffee aisle. shit. sorry. “ he muttered before stepping back. he had already paid for his things, he was heading out. that was until she asked if he was lost. he squinted. tilted his head. that little bit of confusion became a lot. “ yo, what? i’m not -- i’m just tryin’ to leave, sorry i bumped into you. “ when offered an ice cream sandwich, he looked away and scoffed. did she think he was a child? he was a grown man! he sighed softly and shook his head. “ if you wanna just -- maybe have a smoke or some shit and discuss something about ice cream, sure. “ maybe this was some weird way of asking for drugs? was she perhaps looking for meth? god, he didn’t know anymore. everyone asked in their own weird way.
“ what good is being an outlaw when you have responsibilities? “ credit
antmounds:
your eyes say a lot than you do — the worry they carry in their appearance. you listen to him talk, your heart shattering into a billion pieces. it sucked seeing your friend like this; you knew things had been tough, but then again, it was also none of you business. you kept the energy of, if jesse wanted to talk to me, he would. and now, here he was, finally talking to you about everything that’s been going on. it made your stomach churn but also, it was a needed conversation. it was needed for the both of you.
before you get the chance to say anything, he’s hopping off the couch and making his way into the kitchen to grab a couple of beers. you sit in silence for a few seconds, trying to wrap your head around everything he’d said. it was like a terrible tale — an unending nightmare he couldn’t stop. every time you saw jesse, it always seemed like he was finding himself in a bottomless pit of shit. whenever he’d tried to claw his way out, he’d always find his way back down at the bottom. you felt horrible for him. you wanted to do whatever you could in your power to boost him up, to get him over these humps that’d always send him sinking back down. it doesn’t help you’ve got complicated feelings about everything either. you were biased. he was your best friend; you wanted him to succeed. he deserved to succeed. but if he wanted to, he was going to have to help himself. no one else could do it for him.
you didn’t get the chance to stop before you charge up from the couch, proceeding to make your way into the kitchen. standing at the doorway, your brows knitted together as you saw jesse standing there, trying to get him composure back. instead of breaking the silence, you take a deep breath and just stand, your lips pressing themselves together awkwardly. you were never good in these situations — you were awkward, always trying to shine some light into a bad situation. this was a horrible situation. there was no light able to shine down upon the two of you. there was only a grey rain cloud that kept pouring down rain.
when he finally grabs the beers and turns around, your features scrunch up in chagrin, hands moving to shove themselves into the front pockets of your hoodie.
“sorry, dude. didn’t mean to make this awkward or anything, just wanted to make sure you were okay.” you already know the answer to that question.
jesse stared at his friend. no matter what shit was on the plate, badger was there. he was there for jesse no matter what. he knew he didn’t show his appreciation enough. he knew he didn’t show how much he cared like badger did, but he had a hard time showing it. he was just starting to understand emotions fully with jane and she was ripped away from him. he looked down, avoiding the other’s gaze for a while. it hurt to avoid his friend but he didn’t want to hurt him. he learned everything he touched went to shit. people were dead. he didn’t want badger to be next. with sharp hiss, the bottle of booze was opened. it was handed towards badger before he opened his own. “ you didn’t make anything awkward, promise. “ he said sincere. it wasn’t badger’s fault jesse avoided emotional connecting in anyway -- back in highschool, he was the same way, he wouldn’t talk about his issues or his feelings. badger, pete and combo were really the only ones he had made an emotional connection with. “ ... i’m not okay. i feel like i’m fucking dying, badger. i miss her so fucking much. you know -- i still call her cell phone everyday. ” he rubbed his eyes with his forefinger and thumb to wipe away the tears the threaten to fall -- the hand that was wrapped around the bottle’s neck tightening. he didn’t want to cry. not now. he slowly walked over to his friend and placed that hand that was rubbing his eyes onto his shoulder. he took a big swig of booze before speaking again. “ fuck... but i’m going to be okay. right? i got you. i got skinny. i’ll be alright. so don’t stress, okay? “ he knew that was easier said than done -- he could tell his friend was worried. was concerned for his well being. what jesse needed was to be shown he was cared for. as much as he tries to convince himself that he is, something deep inside told him; he DESERVED this. he grabbed his friends arm and gently led him back to the living room. “ pizza should be here soon, after it comes we should smoke a few bowls, man. “ he didn’t touch meth anymore, just smoked weed and shot up heroin on a daily basis. “ then we can just... watch tv or some shit, yeah? “ he plopped back down onto the couch, patting the spot beside him. inviting badger to join him. instantly as soon as the man sat down, he was leaning against him again. perhaps it was a subconscious search for comfort from another human. “ yo, uh -- thanks for caring so much.”
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So you wanna go grab some dinner? I could really go for some chinese.