Music, Tattoos, and Muscles

Chapter 1: Drawing

Virgil sat out in the sun, sketching an addition onto his tattoo to add Emma in. His tattoo represented his family and now that she was a part of that, she deserved to be incorporated in. 

"And done," he said, holding out his drawing.

A trident engraved with Emma's name and birthday would cross over the pilot's wing that represented Scott. The date they had become an official couple would be scrawled underneath it. 

"Another tattoo, Virg?" Gordan said, surfacing near his black haired brother. 

"Yeah. It for Emma, since she's part of the family now. What do you think?"

Virgil held the drawing pad carefully so Gordan could. He had lost too many drawing pads to his fish-like brother's love of water. 

"A trident? Doesn't that seem a bit cliché, you know with Scott's wings and all?"

Virgil glared at Gordan. 

"Its the classic symbol for Posiden and since he is Emma's dad, its fitting to me. And its going on my back."

Virgil got up. As close as he and Gordan were, ever since Emma and Scott became a couple, he had been on edge. He was always snapping at his brothers for some reason or another.

As he got closer to the door that led inside, he could make out yelling.

"Alan Shepherd Tracy, get you butt back here!" Emma shouted.

"No way!" 

"Scott, grab him!" 

The following crash made him quicken pace. It was going to be one of those days.

"Can't catch me!" Alan shouted, his voice growing softer as he ran further away.

Virgil rolled his eyes at the seen in front of him. Emma's lower body was covered in something very pink and very sticky. Scott was on the floor, trying to unstick his hand from the bottom of the counter.

A trail of pink footprints led out of the kitchen.

"I swear, Alan is trying to make me go grey," Scott said freeing his hand from the counter.

"You and me both," Virgil spoke up from the doorway. 

"Well, I think you both could pull it off. Me on the other hand, not for a long time," Emma said turning on the sink.

"You need any help?" Virgil asked.

"No, we got it. Just tell Alan I'm going to kill him for using my nail polish to make a mess," Emma said, beginning to scrub her hands. 

Virgil made his way past the mess and to his room, shutting the door behind him and making sure it was locked. He didn't want any sticky little brothers hiding in there with him.

He flopped down on the bed. As much as he liked having Emma on the island, he had never felt so alone. 

Virgil glanced at his drawing pad. 

He needed to talk and he knew just the person.