Ffxv Tattoo 소설 & 이야기

She laughed and kissed his chest, particularly a vein that popped out of his muscles. ' I am falling in love with your tattoos too, no I'm already in love' 'You can get one if you want' 'I would love to,' She responded. 'What would your tattoo be?' Xavier asked curiously. 'It's a secret' "I hate secrets" He rolled his eyes and walked to the bed to sit. Scarlett chuckled and sat beside him, she took her fingers to the band of his boxer and she slacked it. "Ouch!" Xavier faked a cry.

They came together during the tattooing, moans muffled in the table padding, juices dripping on the floor. Jax finished, wiping the fresh ink. "Looks good." The stamps matched perfectly—curved script above their asses, claiming them as mine. We paid and left, the twins walking ginger with the fresh marks. In the car, they hiked their skirts, showing off the tattoos. "Touch them," Vanessa begged. I did, fingers tracing the raised ink while driving, smacking their asses light to make them sting.

I approached their weak-ass leader and pulled him by the collar. "Remember my face and this tattoo you dummy, cause this day forward I will be your master. You and your useless gangmates will be my slave. You understand?" I said, looking hard at him. I grabbed his jaw and took a dagger that I always hid inside my boots. I carved a letter 'V' on his face. It stands for Violet. I tap the wound I made. "Aarrgghh!" He cried out in pain. Oh, my, my. Music to my ears.

I'm going to stop Xavier and Guia, They invited me to rehearse together. "Okay, let's get Xavier!" Xavier smiled encouragingly, just look at the two of them who were just mad at each other. "Go, Guia, let's go." Xavier also said, I smiled at the way they behaved, hey there are some people who are really good friends like a dog and a cat but they help each other when necessary. They both took their places so I started talking... "3." I see now that Xavier has taken out his Held tattooed on his wrist, that's how Held is hidden, they become tattoos on the body...

In black, grey and blue ink, beautiful, intricate patterns of floral and wing designs mar my skin, but at its centre, Zefiro name sits majestically in stunning calligraphy. The bastard tattooed his name into my skin.

I whispered, “You were amazing.” He pulled back and beamed at me. “Did you see my roll? And—and how I dodged and flipped him?” “I did! I don’t even think I could have done that,” I laughed, brushing his hair from his face. He puffed his chest. “The warriors say I’m strong. That I’m brave.” I kissed his forehead. “You are. You always have been.” He held up his arm, showing me a fresh tattoo inked onto his forearm. A beautiful phoenix with its wings spread in mid-flight as it stood in flames.

She’s wearing a scarf and her face is covered with red vale revealing her eyes with only black colors. “State your concern, lady.” I gathered my hair using my right hand and turned sideways to show her the family emblem tattooed on the side of my nape. The Ahvaz family symbol has the sign of a full moon with the face of the wolf, a number of ten stars surround the moon. “We’re here to pick Louisa Ahvaz’s potion orders.”

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

Fox teeth glinting from her grin. My throat went dry. “The paint was cracked in places. Faded with time. But the Fox‘s eyes—God—those eyes were still sharp enough to slit skin.” Same eyes as Katarina’s tattoo. The same fox etched on her shoulder, the one burned into the wall in my velmorra, the same damn creature that kept showing up like a shadow with teeth. And this—this fucking relic—wasn’t just something Ghost pulled out of a vault for fun.

My heart’s pounding as I pull my top down from my shoulder and look at Shane’s mark that is now tattooed over my shoulder; it consists of a shield which covers my shoulder. It has a sword upon it with an intricate hilt. In front of the shield is a wolf standing protectively. Shane… the shield of defence… He was ready to protect everyone, and he died a true warrior… I brush my fingers down my tattoo. Right beneath it, I had his name tattooed too. I look at Jax’s mark on my neck. It’s darker than Shane’s was. It consists of a thicket of trees, black with hues of dark green, and through the trees, you can see the dark silhouette of a wolf with yellow eyes peering out from between the trees.