DC Headcanon's 6: Sparkle Sparkle!

Permanent Art

Georgia loved his husband's tattoos.

Kentucky's love affair with tattoos started in the eighties when the family took a road trip out to Nevada. They had lost the twins somewhere in the city, leaving them alone to wander and Kentucky found an old-fashioned tattoo shop and wanted to go in. Georgia was a bit cautious but his husband couldn't take his eyes off all the designs hanging on the wall and, after a lengthy discussion, went to get one.

It all went downhill from there, Kentucky was hooked.

The southern state didn't have many, most of his upper left shoulder was covered, and most of the states didn't know he had tattoos. But Georgia loved them, he loved to brush his fingers underneath his shirt sleeve to trace the few that he could see when they were cuddling. The best times were at night when Kentucky was sleeping, face down on his pillow snoring, one arm wrapped around Kentucky's waist and their legs tangled up together. Georgia would stay up and look at all the colorful markings on Kentucky's skin, tracing them with his fingers and contemplating each one.

In the center was an outline of his state proper, and in the center was 6/1/1792, the day he became a state. Next to the outline were two flowers, the stems intertwined, one a goldenrod and the other a rosa laevigata, both their state flowers. On the other side of the state outline was a peach, for Georgia, which always made him smile. Sure there was some silly old wives tale about getting your lovers name or other such things tattooed on you

But when you've been together for literal centuries, you were pretty much safe.

Underneath the peach was the date August 20, 1870, the day Kentucky and Georgia got married. Georgia quietly wondered if they should get a new marriage license or do a renewal considering it still said he was married to Tucky and Kentucky was still married to Geo. But the kids were grown now, no one would try and take them away because of a small thing like that.

Speaking of the kids, underneath the dates and pictures was an American flag blowing in the wind, signifying their babies and their jobs. Underneath that was three initials; V, I, and D. V was for Vania, the child they only had three years with, and had a 1776 underneath his name. Georgia and Kentucky always considered themselves to have three children, wishing to keep the memory of Vania alive in their hearts. They secretly wished DC and IDC could've had him as an older brother, and maybe someday they'd tell them about him, but for now Kentucky was content to have this small tribute to him.

I and D stood for, of course, IDC and DC, and they both had 1790 underneath their initials. Their twins, their babies, the babies they raised from birth and who they couldn't be more proud of. IDC was a strong-willed, powerful woman who knew her role and punched through all barriers to get what she wanted. DC was kind and gentle, who wanted to help everyone but also knew the role of his job. They couldn't have been more proud of them, proud of the people they became, and wanted nothing more than the best for them.

Georgia would finish his tracing, smiling softly as sleep began to overtake him then nuzzled into his husband's shoulder to fall asleep. He knew this wasn't the end of the tattoos, Kentucky would probably get more, and he'd enjoy tracing over the designs and seeing what he chose to put on his skin forever. Maybe someday he'd get a tattoo of his own, get over his fear, but for now he was content with the art on his husband's shoulder, knowing it was everything he held close to his heart, and wanted to show how much they met to him.

He couldn't of picked a better man to be with.