Alex looked towards the bottle on the table. He could remember when the table was cluttered with bottles. Most of them half or completely empty. Now there was only one. His consumption had decreased over the months since Sana had moved in.
He headed towards the bed after ditching his clothes in a pile on the floor. Some things didn’t change to easily. Clothes could be dealt with in the morning. For now he was tired after his latest job. He slid into bed beside Sana and pulled her close. Wrapping his arms around her and kissing her forehead.
The alcohol had once been to help him deal with the nightmares. The memories of the things he had survived growing up. Reasons why he slept with a blade carefully tucked within reach.
Now? Now he had Sanagi. There was something comforting having her close. Something about the way she made him feel did more for him then the booze ever had. It wasn’t a perfect fix but it helped a lot. Some day he’d have to deal with those nightmares. For now he’d take having Sana right there in his arms.
Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Toned thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Toned arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. In-between ass. Small waist. Average waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands.Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders. Average shoulders.Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.
[ HEIGHT ]
Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.
Full
sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder
blade tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. Hand tattoo. A few here and
there. Multiple. No tattoos. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercings.
Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip
piercing(s). Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret.
Stretched out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek
piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.
[ COSMETICS ]
Eyeliner.
Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes.
Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Nude
lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral
eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light
contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny
foundation. Concealer. Wears war paint from time to time. Wears make up
regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely Never wears make-up.
He’d passed out facing away from her. It was unusual for them, but he was exhausted and she had been reading a book, having gotten to sleep in. So, he’d put his back against her side to let her read and so they could still touch while he got the rest he needed. He was so much more loving and considerate than people realized. She was curled up behind him now, tracing his back tattoo softly with her fingers. It was textured differently than the skin under it, both the scarred and healthy parts. She traced it, she even traced a few of his scars, but mostly, the tattoo.
The scars had brought them together in some ways… the tattoos meant so much to him. Just like everything else that was a part of him, she committed it all to memory. All the things that reminded her of him when he wasn’t here. All the small things that let her piece him together in her mind. She’d gotten to help mind the one on his face when he got it recolored. She was proud of him for working to break free of so much pain.
Really, he’d just… needed to know someone loved him. That someone could care about him without wanting anything from him but himself. Others had helped pave the way, helped make up for his scars, or give him new ones… Anata tried particularly hard at that part. Even Aeri had done her part, inspiring him to recolor the tattoo along with letting him feel… well anything.. She wondered if he liked tattoos on others. She’d never really asked.. maybe she should.
Her purple hues traced his tattoo along with her fingers for quite some time before they started to close. Eventually, when she was too tired to keep committing every ridge and valley on his back to memory, she snuggled up close to him, her tiny frame attempting to be the big spoon tonight. She breathed softly on the edges of the tattoo, kissing his shoulder blades before pulling herself tightly to him and whispering, “I love you.” She’d sleep well tonight.
Alex was tired of finding new healers. It wasn’t even his fault either. He swore every time he turned around, one of his healer friends was suddenly too occupied to deal with his various injuries. Not that he couldn’t deal with his own wounds. He’d been doing it on an off for years already.
Then he managed to find a flyer for a clinic that was opening soon. What luck! Now he just had to hope the healer was the woman’s name on the flyer. He wasn’t ready to let some guy touch him. Even if he was injured. Too many bad memories.
Of course he soon found out that was the case when he had to go to have some bullet wounds cared for. A woman just like he had hoped. Small in stature but gentle in touch. He was glad to have someone to get the bullet out of his shoulder. That one was a little tricky to deal with on his own.
If only he knew where this lucky find would end up leading him. Sanagi was a lucky find indeed.
A plate with fresh fish was placed down in front of her by a man pretending to be grumpy. By now she realized he wasn’t half the asshole he wanted her and Shadow to think he was. Tyranny looked over her meal of fish at the black cat across from her and pondered, not for the first time, exactly what happened when he lost that piece of ear but he wouldn’t tell her. Must have been pretty bad… They’d been thru some stuff together already though so maybe he would one day. As she licked fish off her whiskers she considered Alex again, eating there with Sanagi, making her smile. He’d brought Shadow home which had surprised her and while she had originally thought he would just take advantage of her person, he hadn’t. He’d even saved her life and the fish… was a regular thing.. And he’d jumped in the water after that… exuberant boy cat, too. Maybe he wasn’t terrible. She was sure this little group wasn’t a normal family but Sanagi really was the only one of them with parents so Tyranny supposed it seemed right she was the one who mothered them all.. and that in turn they fight tooth and claw for her. The kitten turned and gave a good last lick of the plate before going to run against Alex’s leg in final, grudging approval of the man. She was rewarded with a bit of a scratch… like she thought… pretend grumpy. Then the scratches stopped and the cursing started. She looked up to see that as usual Shadow had to ruin it. He’d taken her distraction as an opportunity to steal fish from his person’s plate. Boys.
Alex did his best to hold still as for the second time in his life the needle neared his eye. The first had been when his mentor had marked his face with the red flowing tattoo. Now he was changing that red to black.
His mentor was dead. No love lost there. Never would be. But he was no longer owned by that monster who taught him to be a killer. This was his way to declare his freedom from that binding. It was easier to have it recolored rather then try to change it to some different design.
Another show of his defiance. Just like the dragon tattoo over the scars on his back. Defiance towards the nation he had no love for. Nor the lords that ruled it. Brume born and abused by one of those who held power till the man was murdered. Murdered by the man he had called mentor for many years.
Each scar was a reminder of where he’d come from. What he had survived. Marked him as someone who wasn’t ready to die yet. Each tattoo another show of his strength and will to keep pushing forward despite whatever hell the gods threw at him.
The newer scars? The ones Anata had given him? Badges of pride more then anything. Marks of hard work and training against someone he considered better then him. He’d keep improving. Keep showing his defiance and will to survive. Gods be damned.
That reminder helped him to relax and let the person work on recoloring the tattoo.
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