Novel & Cerita Fairy Tail Laxus Tattoo

He tilted his head eyeing me curiously like a cat cornering a mouse. I could only imagine that my now ruined Akasha costume was a wreck and god did I smell like death. My black skirt splattered on the end with shit, a medium-size splatter pattern across my stomach waist, and chest and I didn’t even want to imagine what my hair and crown looked like. I did a quick check to make sure my metal bustier had been still securely strapped in place, only to get a smear of feces on my hand. I sighed heavily in defeat I honestly haven’t the slightest idea as to how I haven’t puked yet. “So…I like your costume,” I say continuing to make small talk which at this point has made things increasingly more aw

If I sat at home hiding, he would have won. "Okay, Kitten." He walked out of the room; turning, I noticed the tattoo. I had not even looked at it. I gave my ideas and trusted Sean with what he chose. Turning, I glanced down; it was beautiful, a long whip with Lacys wrapping around it. I was glad he chose this one; it is like saying, 'I am tough, yet I am delicate like a Lacy.'

Then he covered her with the quilt and kissed her forehead tenderly before leaving the way he had come. It was so liberating to stop fighting what he felt. He felt lighter. Stronger. At home, he went straight to his room. He took off his shirt and looked at his new tattoo on his chest: Silver, in its wolf form, with blue eyes and a purple lightning bolt. On his arm, he read aloud, written in the language of wolves: “Together we are strong.”

She had a smile on her face, moving close to me. “I asked him to fix this place up but he ignored me till you came. I guess you do bring colour to the pack,” she expressed, and when I didn't say a thing, she sighed. “I'm sorry about yesterday. It's just that you were asking so many questions and some things are too complicated for you to understand. I know you want to understand the mystery of the white wolf.” She sighed. It was there she got my attention. “Well it's a Lycan royal symbol.” She expressed. “A symbol of power,” she continued, and then smiled. “Doesn’t really matter though. It's not that relevant to me anyways,” she concluded, and then touched my shoulders.

Darius shot his brother a scathing look, but Draven didn't flinch. “What tattoo?” Darius pressed, his voice cold. I wiped off the tears hastily and cleared my throat as I forced myself to speak. I needed to save him. “They normally have a red bird tattoo. The man I saw had it, if he's one of them he would have the tattoo behind his ears,” I answered. Darius frowned and stared at his guards, giving them a curt nod. I watched as they searched my father, yanking his head to the side and pulling at his collar for any sign of a tattoo but there was nothing.

The fiery burn lingered in my throat. "Nothing's wrong with being a gentleman, but pretending to be one just to impress women doesn't make you one." I smirked, taking another swig of whiskey. I surveyed his outfit, taking in every detail. He wore a vivid red shirt left open to showcase a muscular chest inked with a roaring lion whose fiery orange mane seemed to reach beyond his skin. Leonardo. Lion-hearted. That tattoo made perfect sense. A golden cross lay nestled atop the lion's mane, glinting in the light like a beacon of faith. It was clear that Leonardo wore his heart on his sleeve. His was a tattooed visual representation of his inner fire.

Cutting my eye contact with him I turned to unbutton his shirt, but he suddenly gripped me by my jaw and forced me to look at his eyes," You have beautiful eyes...So intoxicating...Urges me to immerse in them," I felt an unnecessary blush coercing its way to my cheek, I felt tantalized by his word. My stomach fluttered as the same unfamiliar sensation returned to the pit of my core. Shoving my thoughts aside, I benevolently freed myself out of his grip, then began to unbutton his shirt. I then again struggled to get him out of his shirt. After that, he was lying before me shirtless, blabbering something to himself looking at the ceiling. He has a black and grey tattoo with elements of snake,

Mea Dea, my goddess in Latin, despite wanting to spit at him to address me properly, my heart races. “You can call me Queen Aylin,” I force out in a hiss, although his smirk tells me I don’t sound convincing. I break eye contact with him to look him over. He is truly carved to perfection. He’s wearing a tank top, which shows the entire tattoo on his neck. It’s a black and white piece of a phoenix, midflight with its mouth open in a scream, surrounded by fire. The wings extend onto the front and back of his neck in brilliant detail and the fire down to his collarbone. He also has several different pieces down both arms, none of which I bother to look at since I’ve been looking at him for far

She even put her both palms in her chin. "Deal, dad!" she said so I smiled because she went back to eating cerelac. Linux is still asleep because it looks like it stayed up last night watching one piece. I just took a bite of the sandwich I made. I'm just wearing a black polo shirt and black pants because that's what I always wear. It's been a year since Linux and Luxian got tattooed. The design is the same. Snakes in our left side neck. Linux has the green snake while Luxian has the black snake. I have white one.

Leonidas stared at his friend as the male got another tattoo on his back, the red panther tattoo being his neck being the only red thing in the sea of black creatures and words. The man doing the tattoo, a Dionysus Familia, by the name of Stratos, a friend of Loukas made him felt a bit uncomfortable because of his way of speaking and numerous rings on his nose but there was nothing he could tell Loukas to change the male's mind on him. Leonidas felt his eyes stray again to the red tattoo on Loukas' back, a little bit of jealousy filling him.