𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍.

𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍.

⌖ BORN TOGETHER, BOUND FOREVER | O57. ‹ ⚜ ›
❝ I know you'll burn this world down if it ever tries to hurt me. ❞

— JANUARY TWENTY FIRST,
ONE MONTH LATER
1O:OO A.M. ᐟ

Jasiah & Iris stepped into Spoon's tattoo shop, the door chiming behind them as the buzz of tattoo machines filled the space around them along with the smell of ink, rubbing alcohol, & faint traces of weed.

Spoon was locked in, gloves on, machine in hand & eyes focused as he hovered over a man stretched out on the padded table. The client's skin was light, flushed red & irritated as the needle continued dragging complex lines into his back. A full piece that was massive, bold, & only halfway done.

Iris slowed her steps as they got closer, her eyes widening at the sight. "Oh my God, that looks so painful." She mumbled, slightly wincing as she watched the needle tap into already raw flesh, over & over again. The man's back was glowing red like it had been sunburned & peeled back again.

Spoon didn't look up. He was hunched forward in his seat, head close to the skin with the hum of his machine as he worked through a curve in the linework. His expression was dead serious & all concentration.

"Wassup y'all? Hol' on— I gotta get this line clean." He muttered, adjusting the angle of his wrist. "Can't talk through this part for real." He was almost holding his breath. Perfectly straight lines weren't his strongest suit, but he always executed them perfectly.

"We should get a tattoo." Jasiah said suddenly, his voice low but sure as he turned to look at Iris. His eyes lingered on her face, studying the way the soft morning light kissed her skin, as if trying to imagine the ink against it.

Iris blinked, her brow arching in surprise. "A tattoo? Of what?" She sounded skeptical, & rightfully so. Her skin was untouched by ink & there was nothing she wanted to permanently etch onto her body. Not a symbol, not a quote, & definitely not a name.

Jasiah just smirked, leaning back slightly like he already knew she was going to push back. "You know... I get yo' name, you get mine."

Unlike Iris, Jasiah clearly didn't mind tattoos & he definitely wouldn't mind adding another to his collection. Especially if it was hers. He thought about it before, in quiet moments. Wondered what it would feel like to have her name marked into his skin. He just never said it out loud until now. But with her sitting right next to him in the shop, the opportunity felt too perfect to pass up.

"You don't gotta do it if youn' want to... but I'm getting yours either way."

The way he said it was final, like it wasn't a question, just a truth he already accepted. She was just as permanent than the ink.

Iris stared at him like he was speaking a language she hadn't learned yet. "My name? On you?"

"Yea." He nodded. "I told you baby, this so stamped. We locked in for the rest of this shit." A slow smile tugged at his lips as he held up his hand, fingers crossed.