𝙈𝙄𝙓𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙋 ➪ 𝙈Å𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙆𝙄𝙉 𝙄𝙈𝘼𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙎 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔

4. WRITING MEMORIES [T.R]

[You are Viviana]

Thomas and Viviana were making their way to the tattoo parlor. They were getting matching tattoos as that day it was their three year anniversary.

"Now we're going to be stuck together forever, my dear Thomas." joked Viviana, swinging her and Thomas' joint hands as they walked down the peaceful street of outer Rome.

"No complaints." said Thomas, smiling down at his girlfriend.

The two reached the tattoo parlor only minutes later and they walked in greeting the receptionist.

"Hello, Amy!" said Viviana in English with a strong Italian accent. Amy had moved here from England just a couple months ago and it was easier for her to speak to people in English.

"Viviana! Thomas!" she exclaimed in a strong British accent. "How are you?"

Viviana quickly whispered the translation into Thomas' ear as she knew he wasn't very fond of the English language yet she had to know it perfectly well as she had to sometimes go to England for her job as a play director she still did have a strong accent though.

"Oh I am good." said Thomas in broken English.

"I'm good aswell, how are you?" asked Viviana.

"I'm great, thank you! So, what are you two here for today?" asked Amy.

"We're here for a tattoo appointment at twelve thirty." said Viviana, Thomas letting her do the speaking.

"Ah yes, it's in the system. Well, ten minutes to go." said Amy, smiling. "Just sit and wait here for Sandro to be free from his current client."

Sandro was the owner of this tattoo parlor as well as Viviana's favourite uncle, he really was great fun.

"Thank you." said Viviana, as she took Thomas by the hand and dragged him to the seats in the waiting room.

"English is so hard." said Thomas, back in Italian, causing Viviana burst out laughing.

"Of course it is." said Viviana as she laughed.

Viviana waited, talking to her boyfriend, both of them laughing over the randomest things.

She had a black floral lace bralette top with a light, black cardigan and white and grey checkered trousers on, whilst Thomas had a black shirt with white writing and black leather trousers. Viviana's chin length hair was in its natural waves whilst Thomas' was in its natural fluffyness.

Sandro was soon finished with his client and then it was Thomas' and Viviana's turn. They went in after knocking and hearing a cheerful 'come in'.

"Uncle Sandro!" exclaimed Viviana as she rushed to her uncle who was already standing and he wrapped her in a warm hug.

After pulling away, he saw Thomas and instantly smiled. He and Thomas were quite close, Sandro was actually Thomas' guitar teacher as a child and one day, at eight years old, he brang Viviana to a lesson and she instantly fell in love with the electric guitar and became really good friends with Thomas.

"Thomas, my man!" he said as she also hugged Thomas.

"It's great to see you, Sandro." said Thomas.

"Great to see you too." answered Thomas. "Now, lets not waste any time, shall we?"

Viviana and Thomas had come with this matter of the matching tattoo's around two months ago and since then they had spoken about it with Sandro and finally decided today was a good day to finally get them.

First was Thomas. Sandro put the template of the tattoo on Thomas' arm and started working on it immediately.

The tattoo was simple but meaningful. It was the date that Viviana and Thomas got together in roman numerals with a dot in between the day, month and year.

It was just underneath the inside of the elbow, a perfect space for a tattoo.

"Oh that looks so cool!" exclaimed Viviana, clapping her hands together as she looked at where the needle was in Thomas arm. "Aren't I just so lucky to have such a cool uncle?"

"Oh you are. I haven't seen my uncle since I was ten and the other is dead. Exciting." said Thomas sarcastically.

Soon Thomas was done and it was Viviana's turn.

The tattoo did really look amazing.

"The pain was worth it." said Thomas, looking down at the numerals on his arm.

They each got it on the arm they wrote with. For Thomas, that was his right yet for Viviana, that was her left. It was good because when they held hands it was always Thomas' right and Viviana's left, they were more comfortable like that.

Viviana sat on the seat as Sandro got his tattoo machine ready and gently took Viviana's arm, giving him access to where she and Thomas wanted the tattoo.

Soon she could feel the prickling feeling of the needles poking on her sick.

"I remember the first tattoo you got, you were so scared you almost fainted and I had to hold your hand the whole time." laughed Thomas and Sandro joined in remembering well that moment.

"Shut up, that was two years ago." said Viviana, laughing.

Since then, she had gotten many other tattoos. One small one on her wrist, one on her ankle, one on her lower back and one on the side of her middle finger. They were like a drug, you tried it once and you couldn't stop.

Thomas took her mind of the pain as he tried to distract her, talking to her and making her laugh slightly but not too much so that Sandro didn't go wrong.

When it was done, the two thanked Sandro and walked out of the tattoo parlor.

They were now joined for the rest of eternity.