Romans & histoires Forearm Angel Of Death Tattoo

He stares at my arm, at where the sleeve of the jumper I’m wearing is rolled up enough and his eyes focus right in on where the tattoo is. I paid a small fortune for that tattoo. It’s a phoenix. It felt almost poetic at the time although I’d admit now it’s a bit cheesy. Its wings are inked into flames. It stretches over my forearm, not too big, but it covers what he’d done. How he’d marked me.

It's breathtaking. Cass stirs behind me. He pulls me tighter against him and groans as he slowly moves his hips against me, his c-ck semi-hard already. I make the mistake of looking down at his arm where he holds me only to catch sight of the tattoo on my forearm saying 'wh-re'. I tense and whimper as I have a flash back to the tattoo being applied. Cass quickly rolls me onto my back and hovers over me. He wipes away the tear that escaped and asks, "What's wrong, angel? How can I help?"

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

“I feel like these tattoos have meanings… do they?” I looked at him while expecting an answer. “Dante Adriano Sol Di Angelo.” He uttered his name slowly. He was stroking his fingers while describing its meanings. “These two are angel wings. Di Angelo. My uncle used to call me Sol. He said the nickname suited me since I will be the head of the family in the future. It means sun. I assume you know how the sun works in the universe.” He jokes.

The cut-off sleeves exposed her shoulders, framing her delicate, heart-shaped face and emphasizing the striking beauty of her features. Haven's makeup, though still dark, had been transformed into a masterpiece of elegance and sophistication. The shimmery hues danced across her skin, lending an air of mystique to her already enigmatic presence. But it was the tattoos on her forearms that truly caught my attention. The intricate patterns depicted the four elements. Earth, Air, Fire, and Water, in perfect harmony, as if the very essence of nature had been distilled into these delicate, swirling designs. The elements were intertwined in vines, a symbol of the balance and unity that the Forsaken

Andrews replied seeing the guard was getting closer to him. "What kind of duties?" asked the guard holding a gun in his hands. "Checking the cars," Andrews replied facing the guard. "Okay, I am coming with you," the guard said and Andrews just nodded. Andrews walked towards the garage and opened it. The guard walked behind Andrews with his gun. Andrews looked straight ahead and knew where he needed to go but he first needed to get rid of the guard behind him. Andrews scanned the room and opened the door of my car. The guard got closer to also look inside the car but received a big hit from Andrews's elbow. The guard's nose was fractured and Andrews landed another heavy punch to his neck befo

One tattooed arm was thrown up to cover his eyes. It gave me the perfect opportunity to look at him, without him asking what I was staring at. He was beautiful. He called me Angel but he was the one who looked like one. How could someone so angelic looking hide such a dark soul? And his soul was as black as mine. I had recognised a kindred spirit the moment I had seen him. It was what made him so attractive to me. What made us such a perfect match.

By the time I lifted my gaze, Elion was already sitting in front of me just like Hael. His shirt was off his body. His back was bare and I saw his tattoo. Unlike Hael's, his were bold, colorful, and very vibrant, stretching from his shoulder blades to his lower back. It was a Phoenix. A big one. With large wings inked in gold, red, and black colours. The beak was open, as if it were screeching. Its talons extended as if it had just risen from ashes. It looked powerful, just like Elion.

These flashes had happened several times and they were all blurry. But this time, they were crystal clear. Parts of his past life flashed before him and of the young woman whose face had always been blurred and whose face he would have killed to clearly behold. But, this time, he could see her face clearly and it was a very familiar face. His Laura. His Carrot. His Angel. He felt different. He felt as if he had been reborn. His eyes found them again. This time she had a small smile on her face and was slowly but hesitantly giving the bastard her hand to slide in the ring.

He walked over to where the men gathered and cleared his throat, getting their attention. They all raised their head to stare at him, one by one, a look he had gotten familiar with in their eyes. A look of admiration. He wasn't dressed in a shirt so his heavily tattoed chest and abdominal area were exposed. He had gotten another tattoo after Angelo's death. An eagle on his back and Angelo's name written under it, in Angelo's memory. ***