#⚜Princess and the Punk :: Madison⚜

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😴 Madison falling asleep w/ her head in carters lap 😭

Misc Action Memes || ⚜Not Accepting⚜

😴 - to fall asleep on your muse. ((Madison falling asleep w/ her head in carters lap 😭)) for @rpwiththelilflower

Sometimes being your own boss was a pain in the ass. Sometimes you just wanted to spend time with a cute girl, but responsibilities got in the fucking way. Sometimes, that cute girl was okay just sitting with you while you worked. Sometimes she liked to paint alongside you, feeling safe to express herself. Other times she just wanted to talk.

Madison was charming like that. Boisterous, full of energy, always yapping. It was nice to paint and listen to her voice. Every so often she would throw in suggestions about his piece, but mostly she would talk about everything and anything going on with her, her work, her life, and Carter had come to love listening to it. Every so often he would hum and nod, reassuring her that he was still listening, but for the most part, he would focus on painting, letting her get everything out.

It wasn't unusual for Carter to change up where he painted. Standing in his repurposed dining room, moving his set up to the balcony, or taking his painting to a more scenic location, it all depended on his mood. His mood on this winter night? Cozy. Sitting cross-legged on the floor, he had a blanket carefully wrapped around himself and Madison while he worked on his latest commission. A portrait of some hoity-toity family. Whatever. It paid the bills.

Madison was going through her usual rundown, but it seemed that today had been more exhausting. Something about holiday crunch time? Or maybe this was just too comfortable and warm, his body heat radiating off in waves under the blanket, causing the shorter woman to slump against him. Carter snorts. "You know, it's a little hard to work when you're leaning against my painting arm, Mads..." He's smiling, not actually bothered by the gesture, but he quirks a pierced brow when she doesn't answer, pulling his hazel eyes away from his work and down toward the woman who had fallen fast asleep at his side.

Carter chuckles lightly, carefully reaching for a pillow from his couch, before gently repositioning her more comfortably in his lap. She looked peaceful, and he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, stroking the back of his hand along her cheek as he admired her sleeping so soundly. "Ya know, this sleeping beauty shit is cute and all, but I think you're much cuter when you're feisty..." Not that she was going to answer him, but it didn't matter. This was amusing. And he needed a break anyway. Leaning back on one hand, he continued petting her, waiting patiently for her to wake up. If she didn't wake up soon, he'd be forced to go to sleep on the floor with her... but would that be so awful? Nah. Carter leaned back, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep, warm, and with a full heart.

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⚜ For @rpwiththelilflower

Baking was a type of art, right? So why the FUCK couldn't he get this right? He didn't have time to run out and buy more ingredients (that would be the second time today)... Not to mention the whole starving artist thing... He didn't have the cash currently for shit like this. Especially in this economy. So, it'd have to do...

Burnt fingers wrap on Madison's door, the other holding a plate. The cake atop it was caved in at the center. One single measly layer with icing that almost looked like water with how runny it was. He'd had the idea to paint her something in icing. But FUCK! That didn't work out. It was more like abstract art than the original portrait he'd planned... Maybe he should have tried the cake before bringing it over too... Did it even taste good? Fuck fuck fuck!!!

Carter has half the mind to throw the shitty cake, but before he can make that decision, Madison was opening the door. "Heard it was your birthday..." He said, almost as deflated as the cake. It's not often that the punk got embarrassed, but this was definitely something he was going to keep himself up at night over.

Regardless, he was determined, lowering the cake so she could see it. "Happy Birthday, Mads." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his lighter, carefully lighting the candle that was in very serious danger of toppling over. "Not sure if this thing will grant you any sort of wish, but ya better hurry up and blow it out before we light this apartment up." He smiled. Well. At least he tried.

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❗️ Madison is a grabby girl! But also… easily flustered if she’s grabbed

Misc Action Memes || ⚜Not Accepting⚜

❗️ - for my muse to hold your muse’s chin as a way of getting attention. ((Madison is a grabby girl! But also… easily flustered if she’s grabbed)) for @rpwiththelilflower

Carter was the kind of guy who spoke his mind when he was mad. Though he was more introverted, that didn't stop him from stepping in when people were being assholes, or saying the hard truths that others very rarely wanted to hear. Not to imply that everything he had to say was negative. He was the kind of guy who also gave praise where praise was due, and you'd often find him in the corner of a packed bar listening intently to those around him. Taking it in. Happy to be involved.

Madison, though? The more he spent time with her, the more he was starting to understand her quirks. One of the more annoying ones was her clamming up when she was mad. It was easy to notice, because usually she didn't shut up (which was one of her more redeeming qualities), and now, as they were strolling through the light snowfall back to their apartment complex, her lips were sealed.

Carter had half a mind to let her simmer, but the other part of him couldn't keep quiet. Nope. He had to needle at her. "Oi. I can see the steam comin' off your head. Don't you think it'd be better to open your mouth and let it out rather than holdin' it in?" The only thing he got in response was a harumph, tiny feet stomping harder as they neared their destination. Not even so much as a glance in his direction. God, she would be so much cuter if she weren't being so god damn annoying right now.

"Hey!" He stops, moving to block her path into their building. When she continues to try and dodge him, refusing to look up and push past, he grabs her under the chin, pulling her gaze into his. Madison was still trying to avoid eye contact. Still fighting to get away. Carter couldn't help but smile at that, which must have been taken the wrong way because she was getting redder (madder??? More like more flustered!).

"Madison, I can't read your fuckin' mind. You gotta tell me what's wrong, otherwise I won't be able to fix it!" Clearly, he had done something she didn't like. Not that he felt like he'd done anything wrong that night... But she tended to get in her own head about shit that wasn't that big a deal. "I hate it when you won't talk to me, Mads. That's your whole thing and it don't feel right... I've gotten used to hearin' that pretty voice o' yours. Now tell me. What's wrong?"