Tattoo Sa Tagiliran の小説・ストーリー

I watched the tantalizing flex of his back muscles, emphasized as they shift under the dizzying black ink of all his tattoos. "You got those done, didn't you?" I said, suspecting. "The tattoos, I mean. You didn't fashion that body with them all in place?" "Of course I got them done," Sy gave me a sideways look that had just a touch of its old derision in it, as if I'd asked a truly absurd question. "It's the easiest form of art to commission in this age. And do you know how many Unseelie creators on this plane are tattoo artists?"

I really did not want to feel weak ever again. My parents totally thought I was crazy when I decided to get a few tattoos. I had a big one slung over my shoulder that reached down to my bicep—our crew's tribal symbol. I also had another large one on my back and a warrior symbol on my inner bicep, courtesy of Gaspar. But my favorite was a cool tattoo guys get when they find their match. It sat just below my waistband, right in the middle of my stomach. A symbol that looked like this: ∞.

*Britanny* after there terifiying announcement yes it is terifiying, it's like they can do all that stuff in the island anywhere they want ofcourse it's against the law but it's in the society and it's hidden to the public, no one wants to be punish if it will leaked they have this Colored tattoo to know.

The silver collar felt tighter than usual tonight, the tag brushing the fresh hickey Mark had left on her neck earlier. Mark set the car keys on the shelf and turned, his eyes already dark with something new. “Before we go further, there’s something I’ve been thinking about upstairs,” he said quietly, voice low and steady. “A friend of mine has this place downtown. Temporary tattoo studio, like a flash session. They do those symbolic ones that last a few days. I booked it for tonight—right after you got home from the gym. It’s on your lower back, right where you hide everything. ‘Daddy’s Property.’ Big, bold letters, but they’re going to look like a real tattoo for now.”

I said. "Much more," Marisol said. "The spiral is already being used in posts about Hidden Stitch. People are drawing it. Tattooing it." She paused. "Three people have already gotten it as a tattoo." I looked at the phone. At the spiral. At Noah's caption. At seventy three thousand. "He designed a brand symbol that people are tattooing onto themselves," I said. "He's five years old," Marisol said. "And yes." I put the phone down.