By the time we reached the town were staying in the sky was coated in stars and a dark, dark blue. The lights in the city called Guadalupe Victoria, shine bright. people talked and coated the streets and many were dark skinned or Mexican which made me curious. In New York your surrounded by equal amounts of people but here were one of the few Caucasians around. It made me smile, i was always big on diversity.
We came to a stop and got off the bike. Quickly i stripped myself of my hat, jacket and helmet, eager to see the city and explore. We didnt talk, or more like i wouldn't engage. I wasnt doing it on purpose, im just excited an curious.
Coming up on a tattoo and piercing parlor i made a decision a and i made it fast. Without waiting for Tank i went directly inside, hearing him call my name.
"Siren, what're you doing?" i heard tank ask from behind me.
"Im gonna get my belly button pierced. I also think im gonna get a tattoo." i said on a whim, not really sure if i would or not.
"okay" he said after a few moments catching me by surprise.
"what? Your agreeing to this?" i asked, astonished.
"Your a big girl, you can make your own decision" tank replied nonchalantly. I didn't respond this time.
"Hola, ¿Me preguntaba si podría mirar a través de su tatuaje y perforar el álbum?(I was wondering if I could look through your tattoo and pierceing album)?" I asked fluently in Spanish, taking note from the classes id taken the last four years.
"Si, por supuesto que puede. (Of course you can)" She replied gladly, handing me a full binder. I set the binder desk in from of me, so i could look through it. Going to the piercing section first, i picked out a stud that was a pretty diamond pattern. Then i moved to the tattoo section.
"How about that one?" Tank said out of no where from behind. His arm reached over my shoulder making me extremely aware of his closeness. Everything slowed and i felt it all. His body heat, which reached me despite his body being a few inches away. The brush of his skin on my shoulder, sending fire through me, even though i had a shirt covering my shoulder. And just like that it was gone, the moment was done with.
"But those are partner tattoos" I told him completely confused and flustered by my reaction to his closeness.
"Exactly, ill get one on my wrist and you can get one on yours" He said smiling next to me, as if that explained all the worst problems in the world.
"What does it even mean?" i asked him confused on why he chose those words specifically.
"Um, it means friendship always" He explained glancing away from my eyes when he said it, becoming kinda suspicious...
"Are you sure" I asked after thinking about it for a second. Maybe this wasnt such a bad idea.
"More than sure" Tank replied, getting seriously suddenly, but i didnt think much about it.
"Disculpe, señora, ¿puedo conseguir este tatuaje en ambas muñecas, por favor? (Excuse me, ma'am, can I get this tattoo on both wrists, please?)" i called to the woman id talked to earlier, forgetting all about my determination to get a piercing as well. She walked over to me and looked at the binder with shock. Not long after she broke into a smile.
"Si, Si" she replied, waving us over to a chair near a bunch of equipment.
She took my arm and flipped it so it expose my wrist completely. I watched as she put gloves on and dipped the needle into color, then turn on the contraption. I gasped the second the needle came into contact with my skin. In reaction to the pain i grabbed onto whatever i could with my free hand, which coincidentally was Tank's hand. Tingles broke out over my hand and i shivered at the feeling.
"Relax, Siren. Its small and wont take more then another ten minutes at longest." He murmured next to my ear, comforting words as he rubbed his thumb back in forth across my knuckles.
Before i knew it both I and Tank had our tattoos complete, bandaged and paid for.Mine saying 'Αγάπη' and his saying 'πάντα'. We left laughin about how silly i had reacted to the seemingly horrid pain as we left the store. Suddenly out of no where i yawned, exhaustion blasting through me.
"The motel is right here" Tank announced, pointing to a medium size building besides the tattoo shop. I followed him as he led the way and took us up to our room, that he apparently already had gotten the key too.
"Hell's angels owns this" He referenced the club in his explanation, probably guessing about me wondering about the key. He appointed me to a room right besides his, handing me the key.
"I had a nice time tonight Azrael" I told him softly, calling him by his birth name. He took a step forward making us have only inches of space apart. Without hesitation, he pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. I let my eyes flutter shut, enjoying the feeling as his hand slid across my cheek.
"Me too, Love" Tank whispered softly, his breath brushing my lips, letting me become even more aware of his closeness. I felt his body press to mine and his hands both move to cup my cheeks. Just as his lips were about to touch mine, i backed out suddenly.
Pulling away, i mutter a quick thank you and rush into my room, alarm the door shut and lean against the door. I gasped desperately for air, panic ran through me. How i could i let him get that close to me, how i could i be so stupid. I may want to give him a chance but not like that. I cant let myself kiss him, not ever. Because then id be in the first stage of getting hooked. Theres no way that can happen, he deserves better.
Tears slid down my cheeks as i tried to stop this anxiety attack from becoming full fledged. My back slid down the door and my head fell in my hands as the sobs took over, making my body shake.
Tanks POV
When i she rushed away and i heard the loud cries out her door i knew instantly that id messed up and went to far to fast. Sadness took over me as my forehead fell against the shower wall of this musky bathroom. The hot water beat down my skin, probably turning it red, but i didnt care.
I was so excited To kiss her after the joint tattoos we'd gotten. I almost blew my cover when the lady who helped us showed her reaction about the tattoos. Where she grew up, legends spread that only soul fated lovers would get the tattoos that spelled out 'love always' in Greek. And despite the correctness of this legend, Siren couldnt know this yet, she wasnt anywhere near ready for that. Tonight proves it, i feel horrible i cant change it. I cannot even help, my love. I have to suffer and listen to her cries, her suffering.
Her broken heart, her pain, it pushed me one step closer to wanting to tell her the truth. To tell her that there will always be that one person to love her. That i will be that person. That despite all that life has tried to force her to believe, i would be the one to rewrite her story. Ill make her see shes worth the world, shes worst all the pain and waiting. That shes worth all the world has to offer.
That, i Azrael vow, to lay down my love, heart and life as her Angel to protect her.
Forever and always.
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Broken Wings
Romance"Remember the ocean baby, always remember it" And it was like, I don't know. It was like a light went out and left me in complete darkness. I knew exactly what she meant at that moment. And it rendered me speechless, it made my heart hammer in my c...
