#abigail-eeva

He’d been mulling over the idea of getting a new tattoo for some time now.  Laslow tilted his head back, letting the summer sun beat down on his face as he walked the narrow side streets towards his destination.  Several pieces of inked artwork already adorned parts of his body - the twin headed eagle of Serbia on his inner left forearm and a stylized compass rose on his right bicep were points of pride for him.  He’d gotten them at major turning points in his life and today was no different.  

Something was changing in the old city of New Orleans.  He couldn’t quite put his finger on what exactly, but it was the same feeling he always got when a storm was coming in and whatever was approaching them was going to hit them like a hurricane.  His instincts had saved his skin more than once during the Yugoslav wars and he wasn’t about to ignore them now.

Abigal’s parlor was one of the best in the city, a hotspot for locals who the more magical side of the city.  Laslow opened the door with a knock and a grin as he waved at the artist in question.  She’d been the one to do his last tattoo, the compass rose and he felt a thrill at the prospect of another session with the young witch.  “Hi Abbi, ready to get this started?”