𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘| Miguel Diaz [COMPLETED]

𝒙𝒙𝒙𝒗𝒊𝒊. dylans in deep shit

chapter thirty-seven:
❛ dylans in deep shit ❜

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"Sweet. Thanks, Aurora. Tell Rico I said hey." Eli Moskowitz gave his tattoo artist a friendly fist bump as he pushed himself up from the chair, wincing slightly as he adjusted to the dull ache radiating across his freshly inked chest.

Aurora grinned at him, her hands still gloved and covered in residual ink. She nodded, offering him a reassuring smile as she turned to clean up her station. Eli stretched, glancing down at the vibrant, intricate tattoo etched into his skin-a lotus flower, beautifully shaded and detailed, covering the space where the reaper once was.

"Wow. Man, you are really going all-in on Miyagi-Do, huh?" Demetri Alexopoulos stepped up, tossing Eli's shirt in his direction. Eli caught it, smirking as he pressed the fabric lightly against his tender skin.

"It's a lotus flower," Eli chuckled, rubbing his hand gently over his sore chest, tracing the outline of the tattoo. "Symbolizes a new beginning, which is what I have now." He glanced over at Demetri, his expression softening, as if this tattoo was more than just ink-it was a symbol of everything he'd been through, a representation of who he was becoming.

Dylan Smith, leaning against the wall nearby, smiled at that, nodding with interest. "Any reason on why?" he asked, genuinely curious.

Eli scoffed playfully, rolling his eyes. "Wow, thanks for the enthusiasm," he teased, though he couldn't help but laugh. "Besides, the reaper was a bitch to cover up. So a giant flower was kind of the only option."

"It works," Demetri shrugged, giving his friend an approving nod. He wasn't one for tattoos himself, but he could appreciate the meaning behind it, the quiet significance that was so very Eli.

"It looks really good, dude," Dylan added with a warm smile, admiring the intricate lines and colors of Eli's new mark. The tattoo was vibrant, alive, and undeniably suited Eli's new direction-soft but strong, just like him.

Eli nodded his thanks, his hand still lingering over the tattoo, feeling the slight sting that reminded him it was real, that this transformation was his own.

A sigh from one of the nearby chairs caught Demetri's attention. He turned, noticing Miguel slouched over, staring at the ground as if deep in thought.

"Hey, Miguel. You good?" Demetri asked, raising a brow as he watched Miguel, who seemed slightly out of it.