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Blood and Ink
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Thalia was not chatty kind of girl, was she? Well Rune didnt hold it against her. She was British after all, but weren't they suppose to be talkers? She shrugged. Didn't matter, Rune could talk enough for the both of them. Lord knew she'd carried on enough conversations with herself (and any spirits floating around, but they dont talk back too often) to get good at it.

Ok. So this tattoo she wanted to curl up her forearm and hopefully reach her shoulder (or more someday) was going to consist of a tree with a looped snake maybe around the trunk and a garden of violet blossoms around the base like grass. Or some other combination of that. Like she wouldn't be opposed to the violets dripping from the branches. Or of the tree itself being just a branch. Or the snake/ouroboros asleep in the shade, or whatever. How it all came together was going to be up to Thalia, she was the drawer.

Rune chewed on her lip and picked out three sketches of trees to show Thal. The first was a whimsical tree that looked more like a drooping mushroom at the top and its branches were dripping braids off a girl's hair. The second was a more traditional shaped tree, but built of all curves and bare, curly branches. The third was twisted and ancient looking with its top swirled together like clouds. She liked all three for the style that Thalia drew in, but each were whimsical in their own way. Rune was probably most drawn to the first one. It was fun, but also forlorn.

She picked out a couple sketches of violet blossoms that she liked. They looked most like African Violets rather than other varieties. They were very simple round flowers with simple scalloped petals and a dot of yellow in the center. They were lovely and unassuming. An honest flower and uncomplicated. That was what reminded Rune of how she imagined her mom to have been.

The ouroboros was the hardest. Only one of the traditional round shapes appealed to her, and that was because it was more curly and wound around itself, but it was also kind of tribal, and Rune wanted the opposite of that. Which is how she ended up picking out all the versions that were basically cartoons of other animals than the usual snake. The snake was cool and all, but it was actually kind of scary to think about. Rune had enough fright in her life, she didn't want it etched into her skin. There was a rat with a long tail arched up over its body and ending by its mouth. There was a smiling little snake. Then there was her favorite. It looked like some sort of mythological combination of an eel and a unicorn, with fluffs winging from its head and a little horn perched between tilted, round eyes.

Satisfied, Rune was about to show the papers to Thalia when the door creaked open and someone popped inside. Now usually, Rune would have been all kinds of curious as to who the visitor was, but the serenity of the quiet moment, focus on which drawings she liked, warmth of the morning-lit studio, and all-nighter left Rune's nerves bared.

"Frogs, huh?"



She flinched instinctively toward the bag at her feet, but she froze before pulling out any sort of defense.

Her jaw dropped wide as the Grand Canyon, and raw eyes burnt with suspicion that this was not real. The Atharim only had rumors about dopplegangers, and she'd never seen one before, but... but.

"Aw, Runey. Not again."


She didn't even hear his disappointment. In seconds, she was a little girl, so happy to see a familiar face after being lost in the big bad city all alone. A giant smile brightened her otherwise drawn face, good as any drug (which Rune had never tried drugs, nope), and she sprinted and slammed into Uncle Seth, delivering a very happy hug. She was really, really homesick for normal people, and he was the most normal person she'd ever known.
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[No subject] - by Thalia - 10-04-2013, 06:45 AM
[No subject] - by Rune - 10-27-2013, 11:24 AM
[No subject] - by Thalia - 10-28-2013, 01:56 PM
[No subject] - by Rune - 10-28-2013, 04:09 PM
[No subject] - by Thalia - 10-28-2013, 05:24 PM
[No subject] - by Rune - 11-03-2013, 08:30 PM
[No subject] - by Thalia - 11-19-2013, 11:32 AM
[No subject] - by Seth Marx - 11-19-2013, 11:58 PM
[No subject] - by Rune - 11-20-2013, 12:19 PM
[No subject] - by Thalia - 11-22-2013, 05:30 PM
[No subject] - by Seth Marx - 11-24-2013, 10:42 PM
[No subject] - by Rune - 11-25-2013, 12:22 PM
[No subject] - by Thalia - 12-10-2013, 02:45 PM
[No subject] - by Rune - 12-12-2013, 02:26 PM
[No subject] - by Seth Marx - 12-17-2013, 02:02 AM
[No subject] - by Rune - 12-17-2013, 07:22 PM
[No subject] - by Seth Marx - 01-02-2014, 09:24 PM
[No subject] - by Thalia - 01-28-2014, 06:14 AM

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