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jane hated her tattoos. no, no - she hated what they implied. few people could understand the dots of braille, and for that she was thankful. thankful that those who saw them couldn't understand prisoner, or the id number across the back of her neck. she wanted something beautiful on her body, something beautiful among all the ugly, and though beth's name was lovely on her ankle, her ankle wasn't were all the scars were. she wanted something to distract herself from them.
anluan had tattoos, she saw them on various occasions. she wasn't sure if he'd gotten them for the beauty, or for a purpose, but she thought he might know how to give them - and, in truth, she wasn't sure what she wanted. something pretty, she knew, to outweigh the ugly covering her body. anluan, she reasoned, might know something pretty. she reasoned the man might be willing to help her in this endeavor, especially considering the lines marking her body, all the ugly that she wanted to hide. he, she reasoned, could help her with it.
standing at anluans doorstep, her fingers rasped against the wood of the door as she knocked, then, "anluan?" hopefully, she'd been right in her locating his home.
(oof this is shitty i'm sorry mate)
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tracking for tomorrow
caught me as I was going up to bed x.x
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★★★ anluan had given him his tattoos for purpose and beauty. the crow on his left arm, stretched out with it's wings flared was for his first crow. that crow had stuck with him until it died of old age, a perfect hunting partner and companion. it represented anluan's time with that crow, memories dwindling in his memory.
Just below that, was the bear striding in the trees, a white spot where the bear would be. it represented his early stages of tattoos, as well what he became- a lonely, fierce animal, living alone in the woods. killing what he didn't like, and killing what he was hungry for. he gave it to himself to represent what he would never become- a true animal, living on his own and only coming out of his den to.. well, reproduce.
As she knocked, he was in the middle of sketch another tattoo- he wasn't quite sure why, but he did it anyways. Anluan rose, tilting his head as he swung the door open. He was barefoot, his shirt open and wearing shorts. He blinked, only then realizing what Jane was looking at, and coughed. "Yeah, whats up?" He said, trying to casually lean against the door. Inside, it smells like a mixture of moonshine, pine branches, and.. fermenting corn...
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anluan had seen them, all the scars. she immediately felt as though she could trust the man, particularly after the way he'd helped her out of her panic attack. whatever anluans story was, she didn't know it, and she wasn't sure asking would actually get her anywhere, considering the language barrier. but she knew he had a story, and maybe one day she'd be able to translate it.
"you have tattoos." she said carefully, not paying any mind to his rather exposed state. nudity was nothing to her; she'd been raised in group showers, changing in public. the tortures were done in only her underwear, and there was an unspoken agreement among the prisoners in haven that there was no sexual nature behind the group showers, or the toilets without stalls, or the times when they were returned to their cells, bloody and broken and exposed. jane understood sexual nudity, she simply never experienced it.
"pretty tattoos." she said, clearly navigating the language with a bit of difficulty. "i-i have tattoos, but they are not pretty. they make me prisoner, make me number two-three-seven-nine-five, make me translator. i want pretty tattoo, to cover ugly scars." she stumbled over the words awkwardly, brows furrowed with the effort, before finally relaxing a little. "can you give me pretty tattoo?" it was no prose, but she hoped the words got across well enough.
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★★★ He paused, then rose his eyebrows, as if questioning what she was going to say. He blinked slowly as she considered that he had tattoos, feeling the need to admit it. "Aye?" He said as she put a 'no-shit-sherlock' statement on the table, brushing at his tattooed arms. He ofund it interested she didn't even bother with the shirt, or telling him to cover up- anything. Honestly, it was a small relief.
However, he paused as she continued to speak. Were they that pretty? He moved, his fingers tracing over his arms as he brushed at them, slightly uncomfortable but listening intently. He winced at her words, knowing that she had been through a lot- but a prisoner? He didn't know that. He then nodded gently, before turning aside to let her in. "Come on in. I'll sketch something up real quick." He said, moving towards the table, leaving her to enter his house.
His 'den', or living room, was filled with comfortable places to sit. There was blankets on the walls, skylights- making it a generally very comfy home. On her right was the bathroom, on her left was the kitchen- the door straight back was closed tightly, admitting that Anluan had more secrets then he cared to display. He moved back to the desk by the Kitchen door, picking up the half finished sketch, the paper, and his charcoals. "C'mere, look at this one."
// do you have an idea what kind you want for her, or would you like the one in the style i chose for anny? they're the sketch tattoos by that polish artist
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sketch. she didn't know what this word was, but she decided not to ask - anluan used a lot of these big words, and asking didn't seem to result in many answers. she understood his invitation inside, though, and trailed after him, footsteps muted, and though she tugged her turtleneck off, slipping it off of her body, even that was quiet. she was used to that, used to being silent.
out of the corner of her eye, she saw a drawing that he brandished, but quickly shielded the picture with her hand. "no, no-" she said quickly, shaking her head. "i want it to be a, uh..." she trailed off, snapping her fingers impatiently as she searched for the word. finally settling on the fact that she didn't know it, the brunette heaved a sigh. "a spook?" it was the closest to surprise she could get.
lowering her hand, pointedly ignoring the drawing, she glanced up the distance to anluans eyes, motioning to the ribs along her right side. "small, but pretty. whatever you want." she said simply, shrugging her shoulders.
( totally! honestly surprise me, but i think some sort of flower/tree/plant or something would be cute? )
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★★★ He looked back towards her, did a double take, before coughing. He had seen her like this before, but she was in no rush to completely cover herself, so he had to figure it was normal. Anluan shook his head gently. He blinked, his eyes skipping over her scars, as if sensing a pattern. Anluan focused onto her eyes again as she spoke, her hand moving.
He understood 'no', and the uncertainty. She didn't know the words. He frowned, his brow furrowing. "Spook... Scary? Surprise?" He hummed, then shrugged, before he tilted his head as she continued. He slowly settled the pad down, ignoring her words. He moved, aiming to take her hand and raise it, revealing the space on her right ribs, fingers moving to touch and trace the patterns of skin there, his eyes not observing but his fingers rather tracing patterns he could work in.
He suddenly drew back. "Sit or lay somewhere." He said, suddenly moving about the room suddenly. He pulled free needles, ink- whatever he needed to start. He also pulled free a rare mark- a sharpie. In blue. He gathered rags, a bandage and moved back towards her.
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