13 - His Property, His Possession

He glanced further down and viewed his Daiyan tattoo up close. It shone metallically in the light, a beautiful silvery colour that almost seemed as though silver itself was etched into his skin. It was more intricate in the daylight.

The tattoo covers his wrist. A big snowflake at the center and individual little snowflakes with gorgeous patterns glittered around it across his skin and seemed to dance in the light. It made it appear as though a blizzard raged across his wrist. He stared in stunned silence until he caught Nevis’s curious look over his shoulder and jolted.

“I-I’ve never seen it so clearly before,” he mumbled, embarrassed at being caught staring at himself. “We don’t have vast sunlight at home and seeing it in a dimlight really doesn’t do it justice. I wear long sleeves and thus, never seen it that much. I was taught not to draw attention to it so I don’t really look at it.”