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"There's no way I look like that. You look like you're being castrated right now." "Here's a better representation," There's a short stick laying between us and I pick it up, drawing the shape of a human face on the beach sand. I start out by drawing out two 'o's as the eyes with curved brows at the top. A small triangle is drawn next to display his small but pointy nose, and then lastly, strike out a straight horizontal line as his mouth. Noah stares at the silly drawing on the sand that now looks like a hairless mutant and raises a curved brow. "It's missing both ears."

It’s like a really faint tattoo without the ink. I shut the water off so I can look at it closely. It’s an infinity mark with a single vertical band running around the middle, and two dots on both ends of the band.

“I’m here for a tattoo.” He leaned back, arms folding across his broad chest. The motion made the fabric of his shirt strain. “You? A tattoo?” He laughed, low and cruel. “Let me guess. Tiny heart on your wrist? Or maybe a quote about ‘strength’ in some flowery script so everyone knows how deep you are.” I pulled out my phone and showed him the design. “Lower back. Crescent moon with vines. I have the reference.”

I took a small step closer without deciding to. My eyes moved across his shoulders and then I saw it. On his back, centered and clearly the most carefully rendered of everything there. A woman beneath a full moon, a veil drifting from her in a wind that only existed in the image, her hands reaching toward something or someone just beyond the edge of the ink. The detail in it was extraordinary. The veil rendered in fine lines that caught the morning light differently from the rest of the work, the figure beneath it given presence without a face, the moon above her enormous and full and casting a light that existed only within the frame of the tattoo.

She looked through the tattoo sketches thumbing through the ones that had been drawn by her and she chose the favorite one of Jordan's, "Hmm good choice, let's get started," "Sure," She led her to the room where the tattoos were drawn and sat her down, "Well here we go," She started the drawing. It was an entwined flower that started at the edge at the waist leading through the thigh and stopped at the middle and she used the liner to outline the drawing. "Ouch," the lady winced beneath the machine and Jordan glanced at her. "Is this your first time getting a tattoo?" "Yeah, why?" "Well, you look like it's your first time,"

Instead, he habitually bit the pen barrel, then pulled out a blank sheet of paper, placed his tiny hand on it, and drew five contorted fingers. After finishing the drawing, Owen carefully poked each finger one by one with his pencil. "1, 2, 3... 11, 12, 13, 14, 15..." The little one counted like reciting a sutra. Zack's head was spinning from all the reading. After finally counting "15" with great difficulty, Owen immediately started counting "17" and drew one line after another in the blank space while counting. Then, Owen drew the coils and started counting them one by one. "1, 2, 3..."

I saw black and white roses and some funny ones, like one of Baby Yoda and a bandaite tattoo. When he turned around I realized he had a tattoo of his dogs on the top of his shoulders. “Are you checking me out?” He asked as he smirked. “Yes, I am, handsome” I replied. “Mom!” Oliver shouted embarrassed. Shit, I didn’t realize he could hear us. “Sorry Oliver. But I was just looking at his tattoo’s. They’re really cool.”

"Careful, Lilly. You're inflating his ego." "Hardly," she shot back. "I know how to keep him humble." Quill smirked, tilting his head toward the chair. "Come back later. We'll see if your ankle can handle my humble genius." By late afternoon, Lilly was perched in the client's chair, her ankle resting on the padded support as Quill worked on a small tribal design with two subtle wolf forms below a full moon. The steady hum of the tattoo machine filled the shop, rhythmic and calming. Hawk lingered nearby, arms crossed as he leaned against the counter, watching with casual interest.

When we’d gotten back, Justin had gotten a tattoo of a barn owl on his left bicep, and he’d had them weave in the letter S on its wing. Leaning in closer, I slide the sleeve of his t-shirt up so I can see it, making him laugh around his forkful of casserole. Every time I see it, it makes my heart skip a beat. The muscled bicep certainly doesn’t hurt. I trace my finger along the S and feel his body still next to mine.

Olivia grinned at her. She nodded, not noticing her. Olivia left to get the order, and Lillian took this chance to approach Shadow. His back was facing her. She looked over his shoulder to see what he was drawing and saw him drawing a wolf and a small girl who was sitting on top of the wolf. And it looked like she was laughing. Her eyes fell on the beaded flower bracelet on his head. It looked familiar to her, but she didn’t know where she saw it. Olivia was looking at her carefully and felt a little mischievous. She made a circle with her fingers as Lillian walked to his side. The server suddenly bumped into Lillian and she fell towards Shadow.