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The room is filled with talismans, hanging from the ceiling, placed on every wall, and surrounding him in a circular array. Binding talismans, purifying talismans, shielding talismans, everywhere his eyes bounce he sees three he recognizes and four he does not.

All this, and yet here you remain. 

Scene from "Cellmates" Chapter 2 by @aryashi

tracing riri's tatts

a/n: not edited and not even proofread fr like juh vibe twin, idfk shes fine i need her, insp by @mitchesmoon aka my goat, the kids miss u bb come home riri

tgl: @mitchesmoon @mrsudakuwilliams99 @lyfeofbilly @zerothehero @beautybyfire @shedreamsofesia @newctrll @criaaturaa @1sleepymoon1 @glimreaperss (comment to be added)

song: pretty little birds - sza, give it to you - amaria

your weight rested on top of riri's body. she held you with both of her arms, one gently rubbing your back and the other softly massaging the nape of your neck and cheek. your fingers traced her skin, leaving tingles along riri's arm in their path.

riri's eyes stayed glued to your face before drifting to where your fingers glided on her arm. each digit traced her sleeve before they wandered to her abs, her chest, collarbone, and up towards her neck. as they glided up her body, her musled tensed in their path, afraid they would react wildly if unleashed.

one finger of yours, however, stayed frozen on an image of a licence plate inked in the crook of her arm.

"and this one?" you pushed out, exasperated from a long day's work and being far too comfortable in riri's arms.

"that's..." a beat came as the room filled with nostalgia, "natalie." she began, words laced with memory, "she always wanted matching tattoos-" you hummed, granting her grace and allowing her the space to share what she felt comfortable.

riri began again, "she said i was too much of a bitch to get any..." a smile filled her face, thinking fondly on all the things nat told her not to do, and counting the times she disobeyed, "tattoos, i mean."

a chuckle leaped from your lips. under you, riri began to squirm from your kisses. you left pecks over her body as you moved upward, planting kisses to her forearm, vline, and abs before making your way to her chest. riri groaned and another chuckle left your lips, this time in reaction to the nervous girl.

"well look at you now, huh."

riri's smile widened as she looked deep into your eyes and remembered natalie's antics. "these all in spite of her." her gaze momentarily broke from yours to her body. your eyes followed, traveling her biceps, abdomen, shoulders, and neck.

"mhmn," you moaned, bottom lip between your teeth. "well i'm sure she up there at the tattoo shop right now, swearing up and down she gotta get more than you." you muttered, lips still hovering her skin in between pecks.

her grip on your body tightened, the hand on your neck a little more so: slightly squeezing every time you pressed a kiss to her sensitive chest or neck.

she brought her leg out from under you to wrap around yours: your hips, your body. it was moments like these, the moments where she could open up, tell you her world, what felt like the pits of her no one knew, and you held her, kissed her, treated her not as an anomaly but as human, that she felt just a bit more in love. she knew she was tiptoeing off the edge of a cliff, and some day there was going to be a point of no return.

she didn't care if there was a point of no return, really, because she never wanted to go back. she never wanted to not be here, with you, talking about what she could talk about with no one else while being kissed and caressed.

riri snickered. "she definitely is..." her gaze broke from yours for a final time, just to reminisce in the image of her tattoo. "the plate is gary's. we had to re-register after he died since there was some legal issues but-" riri could feel herself rambling, "we kept the original." another beat. riri's grin somehow grew wider and wider as if more than 32 teeth could show, "mane, me and nat. we spent our days in that barracuda. since I can't drag the physical one around wimme, I got it inked. so I can never lose it."

for many moments, you admired riri's face. how her brows furrowed every few seconds depending on the thoughts in her head. how her eyes were so warm and pretty and glittered in the sunlight. how her smile was perfect and yours. it's just so easy to get lost in her.

you continued kissing up her body, paying careful attention to the ink around and under her breasts, and making sure to slow your pace at the tattoos at her collarbone, neck, and ears.

"and this one?"

the pads of your fingers landed on the rectangle around her left ear framing the design within it. your flesh traced the cartilegde, admiring the way the tattoo memorialized the fibonacci sequence within her anatomy. your lips weren't far behind, leaving heat in their wake along her neck.

riri's gaze on you only hardened, and the hand on your nape began messaging your neck and shoulders.

"my momma always said the world is just numbers, patterns, and sequences. she said the minute i speak with my ancestors and decode em, i can get anything i want in life."

you chuckled, "momma ronnie never lied, huh."

riri hummed. "must not have," her hand waded from your nape to the front of your neck before her grip tightened, pulling you closer. momentarily, her gaze flickered between yours and your lips. "i got you, didn't i?"

riri chased your lips, feining to finally feel your lips on hers after feeling them everywhere else. but to her dismay, you pulled away, a grin plastered on your smug face.

"don't tell me you was decoding fibbonaci for ur girl-"

the girl under you began nodding, brows stitched into furrows on her forehead. her one hand slipped from your neck to your jaw, thumb carefully placed on your chin, and the other tightened on your waist, both pulling you closer.

"anything for you, mama." although she would usually be, riri wasn't even embarrassed when the rasp of her words left her as a whimper.

"yea, ok." you began nodding your head too, leaning in to meet your girl for that kiss she was begging for. "whatever you say."

riri stopped you in your tracks, gently pressing her thumb to your chin to hold you back. her gaze held strong to the plush lips she missed so dearly before darting back up to your eyes. it could be hard to believe, but she was aware of her aloofness; she found it important for you to know when she was serious rather than sarcastic. this time she was very serious.

"it is what i said ain't it." she insisted, lips hovering over yours, giving into you even though she was the one who pushed for distance.

"uh, huh." you broke her gaze this time, too entranced by the feeling of her lips on yours. "next time i light my candles with cloves and cinnamon, don't say shit."

"oh i see how it is,"