About That Tattoo | Acat & Zeus
It was Zeus’ second day in the city and he already had quite enjoyed his stay. The celebratory drink of the other night had been great and after consulting the oracle this morning, the god was now freely roaming the streets. Discovering the different districts this city offered him, it was somewhere on the border between the art and red light district that he stumbled upon a very familiar looking parlor. Instantly halting in his steps the moment his gaze caught sight of the tattoo and piercing shop, he looked inside. Only being able to see deep blue walls, a checkered floor and a small part of a single piece of furniture, the god took a step backwards and lifted up his head to look at the name of the store. Taste of Ink, Tattoo and Piercing Parlour
Tapping with his foot on the ground as he read the store’s name for a couple of times over, memories of a certain someone started plaguing him. He could remember clear as day how he had so bluntly bashed Acat, the Mayan god of tattoos and scarification, for nothing less than his tattoo art skills many years ago. For quite some time Zeus had been pondering over the idea of getting himself a lightning bolt tattoo. He figured that he could best go to a god so he’d get himself a tattoo worthy to have. So Zeus had contacted Acat and politely requested him to be the one to mark him with a lightning bolt tattoo. Acat had graciously accepted his polite request and an appointment soon was made. The Mayan god didn’t tattoo everyone, so Zeus was very thrilled with this appointment. Yet on that unlucky day what had meant to become one of Zeus’ better moments in his eternal life got completely ruined by his own sour mood. The lightning god had taken offence in the way Acat had simply asked him about the place he wanted the tattoo to be. It was, of course, a normal question to ask yet Zeus exploded in front of the other. Calling him names and diminishing his art and skills gravely. It ended with Zeus walking out after stating he’d find someone better to give him a tattoo. After that encounter, the two hadn’t met each other again.
Zeus knew he had fucked up that day. The simple black lightning bolt on his left wrist was proof of that. He would have gotten a way better and god worthy tattoo from Acat. Yet his mood and temper had gotten in the way. Balling his fists, the lightning god tore his gaze away from the store, made a firm turn to the left and continued his way. After a step or five, however, he turned on his heels to head back to the shop. Entering it without fully thinking this through properly, he took a quick look around and headed over to the first worker he saw. “Is this Acat’s store?” he questioned them in a harsh voice, with a tightened jaw. His expression softened when he received a positive reply, a smile blooming on his lips. “Tell him his old pal Zeus would like to speak him.”
