05-03-2022, 10:40 AM
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the man took a breath as he looked up into the mirror. his hair was a mess and his tattoos were very much exposed still. part of him wondered if this was a good idea as he began messing with those long, wavy, pale blonde locks. brushing and correcting the mess he woke with. the loose curls returning to normal as he did so.
he wondered if he would lose a friend or gain something much more. would he ruin everything he worked so hard for? god he hoped not. turning from the mirror he would grab his black trench coat. the golden inside and trim with the long red cape that left the shoulders. it was his personal favorite as it gave him a little..
flair.
part of him wondered if he should wear a shirt under it or leave the front open to show of his scar and tattoos. yet, he did not want to distract her to much. humming as he studied his trench coat, he finally decided to just place the coat on. after all, it wasn't a true date. he was helping her get her first tattoo from his personal tattoo artist. he never wore a shirt there ever.
why would he start now? you see, he was covered with tattoos and he loved the way he felt. his left arm had a tattoo sleeve. the shoulder was a samurai holding his sword in front of a blood soaked moon. then, working down from that was an oni mask, a lotus flower, a blank spot he planned to fill today, and ending on his wrist was a second lotus covered in blood. the background, minus the blank spot, had blood running down it.
on his left ribs, under the arm pit and to the mid way point, was a skull with roses and a snake striking out from an empty eye. his other arm held all the greek gods he believed in. starting at the shoulder and working down he had; zeus upon a cloud in the sky, poseidon in raging seas, hera holding a baby, hestia sitting by a fire place, demeter in a field of wheat, hades surrounded by spirits, apollo surrounded by mortals looking guilty, artemis with a dead deer, hermes wearing winged boots, athena holding a book, hephaestus surrounded by fire, aphrodite kissing someone, and ares leading a battle.
under his armpit and ending mid way on his ribs was a hour glass with skulls for sand. on his chest, split by his scar is a horse and a mountain lion looking ready to fight. his scar itself is surrounded by what looks like mock barbwire. he was proud of his tattoos and was thrilled she had wanted one too. his new idea was a surprise for her if things went well.
if..
leaving his house, he would climb into his car and motion for his driver to go. he was lucky he had dad's wealth and business. he would simply have a life of luxury and he could give her that.
if..
he would stair out the window until he realized they were stopped. looking out at the home of his best friend, he would take a deep breath and step out of the car. i'll be right back. he states as he shuts the door and heads up to knock. he just kept hearing that single word in his mind.
if..
if..
if..
he would shake his head slightly as he settled back on his heels a moment. waiting on her to come on out for their not a date date thing.
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AGRIMONY — STALLION — MALE — 25 MONTHS — TAKEN — COTC
[div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: georgia; color: #301014;"]the man was a nervous wreck and he knew why. it was his best friends fault, but he loved every minute of the feeling. he had to take a risk before it was to late, so of course he was getting himself ready. black leather pants. black boots to match them. a black and gold belt that was not even hooked to the pants half hanging lower on his hips. the man took a breath as he looked up into the mirror. his hair was a mess and his tattoos were very much exposed still. part of him wondered if this was a good idea as he began messing with those long, wavy, pale blonde locks. brushing and correcting the mess he woke with. the loose curls returning to normal as he did so.
he wondered if he would lose a friend or gain something much more. would he ruin everything he worked so hard for? god he hoped not. turning from the mirror he would grab his black trench coat. the golden inside and trim with the long red cape that left the shoulders. it was his personal favorite as it gave him a little..
flair.
part of him wondered if he should wear a shirt under it or leave the front open to show of his scar and tattoos. yet, he did not want to distract her to much. humming as he studied his trench coat, he finally decided to just place the coat on. after all, it wasn't a true date. he was helping her get her first tattoo from his personal tattoo artist. he never wore a shirt there ever.
why would he start now? you see, he was covered with tattoos and he loved the way he felt. his left arm had a tattoo sleeve. the shoulder was a samurai holding his sword in front of a blood soaked moon. then, working down from that was an oni mask, a lotus flower, a blank spot he planned to fill today, and ending on his wrist was a second lotus covered in blood. the background, minus the blank spot, had blood running down it.
on his left ribs, under the arm pit and to the mid way point, was a skull with roses and a snake striking out from an empty eye. his other arm held all the greek gods he believed in. starting at the shoulder and working down he had; zeus upon a cloud in the sky, poseidon in raging seas, hera holding a baby, hestia sitting by a fire place, demeter in a field of wheat, hades surrounded by spirits, apollo surrounded by mortals looking guilty, artemis with a dead deer, hermes wearing winged boots, athena holding a book, hephaestus surrounded by fire, aphrodite kissing someone, and ares leading a battle.
under his armpit and ending mid way on his ribs was a hour glass with skulls for sand. on his chest, split by his scar is a horse and a mountain lion looking ready to fight. his scar itself is surrounded by what looks like mock barbwire. he was proud of his tattoos and was thrilled she had wanted one too. his new idea was a surprise for her if things went well.
if..
leaving his house, he would climb into his car and motion for his driver to go. he was lucky he had dad's wealth and business. he would simply have a life of luxury and he could give her that.
if..
he would stair out the window until he realized they were stopped. looking out at the home of his best friend, he would take a deep breath and step out of the car. i'll be right back. he states as he shuts the door and heads up to knock. he just kept hearing that single word in his mind.
if..
if..
if..
he would shake his head slightly as he settled back on his heels a moment. waiting on her to come on out for their not a date date thing.
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