KaiB13
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
The tattoos are Bellamy’s idea.
Clarke has left her kit of ink and needles on their makeshift dining table, next to her paintings that she was letting dry. Harper came in earlier asking for a touch-up and she forgot to put them away.
Now, Bellamy’s eyes land on it and he tugs her towards it saying, “I want another tattoo.”
In the end she draws a minimalistic version of a sunset-- or sunrise, depending on how you look at it-- over the ocean, just a few straight lines for the sea and a semicircle for the sun. It’s very simple, with thick dark lines that stand out nicely from the skin.
“It could probably pass as a clan tattoo,” she says, studying it while she cleans it up. “Maybe we should give it to all our people.”
“I could give it to you,” he says, already reaching for the ink, and Clarke is sufficiently drunk enough that nothing about that sentence sets off any alarm bells in her head. “You’re my people. You need one too.”
She grins and reveals her forearm to him too, already taking a swig from the bottle in preparation. “Okay.”
-or, 3 times the grounders thought they were married and one time they actually were
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 9,568
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Collections:
- 1
- Comments:
- 112
- Kudos:
- 1,594
- Bookmarks:
- 312
- Hits:
- 15,851
Bookmarked by KaiB13
11 Aug 2019