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             it was an intriguing offer, one that hestia was carefully considering. this would have been something like her to do last year, as an act of rebellion. now, it was simply something that she just thought of as cool and unique. ❛  i’m thinking… it’d have to be something small —— wouldn’t want my mum to find out about it. what do you think would look good  ?  ❜

𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖊.

❛ as small as you’d like it, hun. just ask and i’ll do my absolute best to make it come to life. ❜ marlene gave the girl an appreciative once over and smiled softly, nodding slowly. ❛ yeah i think it’d suit you. i hope your mom doesn’t absolutely go mental when she sees it but something tiny can’t be too bad.❜

“Are you sure I can’t just watch?” Tilden’s mind raced over whatever the girl had just explained to him. “Um, yeah sure. I’ll do it. Yeah.”

𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖊.

❛ that’d be fine if you’re not ready to make the full commitment. not everyones willing to sign up for a tattoo in the spur of the moment. ❜ mar shrugged, about to reach for the journal once more before hearing him agree to it. ❛ wait, really? you’re just gonna full send it? i thought you weren’t sure?❜

“you know i’m up for anythin’, mar.” a toothy grin punctuated the sentence. caradoc had three tattoos already, though all were concealed for the most part. he hadn’t a habit of marking his body for the hell of it— but supporting his friends where he could was the least he could do. giving his father a heart attack when he visits again was an extra perk. he nodded, and began rolling up the sleeve of his white, buttoned shirt, exposing his right inner forearm to marlene. “go ahead and write ‘adain’ on there. however fancy you’d like to.”

𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖊.

❛ why is it that every sentence from you sounds like a bloody innuendo?❜ marlene chuckled softly but did little to conceal her bright smile. though she wouldn’t outwardly admit it, she could use every bit of help and since her talents would provide her a respectable means of doing so, she was glad her friends were willing to oblige. ❛ and you’ve given me creative liberty to boot? you’re outdoing yourself, dearborn. right then, step into my office shall we? ❜ she grinned, grabbing her journal before stepping towards two armchairs not far behind them. ❛ is that all you’re interested in? i feel like i’m hustling you into a bad decision for too high a price. your blatant trust in me is very misplaced, i have to say. ❜

ink  spilled  hues  landed  on  the  other   ,   a  disgruntled  look  becoming  ever   so  apparent  as  the  girl  continued  to  drag  on   .   in  what  twisted  universe  would  marlene  ever  think  she  would  want  a  tattoo   ?    and  by  an  inexperienced  lion  no  less   ?    setting  the  journal  down   ,   emma  clasped  her  hands  together   .   time  to  crush  hopes   .     ❛     no   .     ❜     the  response  came  out  frank   ,   lips  dipping  into  a  thin  line   .     ❛     vanity’s  do  not  get  tattoos  and  we  certainly  do  not  mark  our  own  skin   .   now  run  along  and  bother  someone  else  with  your  silly  pipe  dream   .     ❜

𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖊.

the brunette blinked once. twice. three times. a sly smile stretched across her lips as she gave the girl a once over. ❛ say vanity, what’s it feel like to walk around with a stick permanently stuck up your ass? uncomfortable i’d imagine. here’s to hoping you sort that out soon, eh? ❜ with an unbothered shrug, marlene collected her journal and rose with the same grace and pride she’d held throughout their exchange. the girls disdain was nothing short of hilarious and had little to no effect over her. ❛ guess i’ll reserve a spot for next time you’re sloshed and looking to make a ‘terrible decision to mark yourself’, wouldn’t surprise me if it was tomorrow. ❜

❛ everything? hard not to be. i’m a teenage girl though, isn’t that like.. part of the job description? ‘sides, i’ve got heavier shit on my mind. ❜ 

❛ oh shit, this is going to sound depressing. i regret not being with my family. like being alive is a disservice to what they did, what they stood for. it’s a shit weight to have when you feel like you’re not supposed to be here. it’s like i copped out of this fate that i was destined to be a part of and they suffered, while i was off with my friend pretending to be a muggle. ❜

❛ i wish i had the courage to speak up? be myself again. quit drinking. basically get my shit together. i feel like i’m living in an out of body experience. ever since last summer. bits an pieces of me peek out in flashes and then it’s all just... empty again. i’ll figure it out. ❜

❛ faces. i have a knack for them i guess. it’s a blessing and a curse, i get taken for a creep often. keeps my mind off of things.❜