CHAOS THEORY.
❝ If you ever fucking do that again, it'll be you on the receiving end of the bullet. ❞
There were two things you could guarantee about Willow Su. One, she'd always be honest and never sugarcoat a damn thing even if it...
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March 2013
Once Willow was seated near enough to Hannah, who was sitting stiffly on the chair, she reached out for Hannah's hand.
"Relax, we're not even getting started just yet."
"Yeah, kid." Johan said, moving his rolling chair back over to where he can grab and hold Hannah's arm. "I have to prep the area first. You said right here?"
He pointed to the upper side of Hannah's bicep.
She nodded.
"Alright." Johan started to prep all of his stuff, making sure the area on Hannah's arm was clean before placing the stencil down and before he set up his tattoo gun.
Willow watched in interest. She had always loved tattooing and frankly, if she wasn't already set for being a History major in college (out of spite, just because her parents told her there wasn't much of a career in majoring in history), then she hoped to maybe even be a tattoo artist herself some day. Or maybe if the History Major shit just didn't work out.
She was sure Johan would let her be his apprentice.
Johan held up the gun, holding Hannah's arm with his free hand.
"Alright, if it hurts too much, I need you to tell me and I will stop. If you think you can handle the pain, don't tell me to stop. Everyone handles the pain of getting a tattoo differently. If you need to, squeeze Willow's hand off. I don't care if you cut off her circulation."
Willow scoffed, mockingly offended as she put her free hand on her chest. "Rude, Johan."
Johan ignored her.
Hannah nodded. "Got it."
Willow squeezed her hand for good luck as Johan started up the gun.
"I still can't believe you're getting a tattoo because a damn compatibility test said to do something wild." Willow grumbled.
Johan stopped just before the gun touched Hannah's arm.
He glanced between the two of them before landing on Hannah, "Hold on, kid, do you actually want this tattoo? Because if you don't actually want a tattoo of your own accord, I'm not going to do it."
"No, no, no, I want the tattoo." Hannah told him before turning and glaring at Willow. "I'm not just getting a tattoo because of the test. I want the butterfly anyway."
Willow hummed as Johan started tattooing over the stencil. Hannah tensed, gripping Willow's hand tightly.
"Yeah, sure."
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February 2015
Willow wasn't sure how long she'd been exploring the mines at this point. Ten minutes? Twenty? She really wasn't sure at this point honestly.
