thebladebringstheflame | Sticks & Bones // IC Inbox

That's why I listed them off, dickface. I'm making sure you didn't want something like, I dunno, "every flower here has to mean romantic love". Some people get like that.

[He's just double checking! But he hums, going to sketch out a larger, more refined version of the little doodle he just did. Add the snapdragons and lilies... he can do that, he can draw the lilies in orange and the snapdragons in pink, and then the whole piece would have something of a sunset hue to it. Hm...]

Alright. Orange lilies for passion, good luck, and joy. Then the whole piece has better colour blending. I'll put the snapdragons right above the wisteria, in pink.

[He's still refining, but give him a bit and he'll show Wolfwood something more cohesive: The wolf head, still in the centre (and fluffy) and black with bright eyes looking toward the viewer. The halo of sunflowers on top, stems hidden by the orange lilies on either side. The red roses on the direct left and right of the wolf head, then the pink snapdragons underneath, and hanging from the bottom are the wisteria. The whole thing has sort of an oval-shaped framing to it.]

If you like this, I'll colour the art in with markers, and if you like that, we can head off to the shop. You're going to have to come back for multiple sessions, though. Flowers and fur are detailed, and you never colour the same session you line.

[Damn. Flamebringer is really good at this, huh...Wolfwood wasn't sure he'd be able to make it look like he was imagining, but sure enough there it is. The flowers circle the wolf perfectly, and the way the eyes stare back at him feel almost too real.]

Yeah...yeah, I like that. S'good.

[Wolfwood speak for "it's really great I love it thank you"]

I'm fine with that. I figured it'd take a couple rounds anyway, s'why I figured I'd get it started sooner rather than later. Never know what bullshit's gonna come up here, it'd suck if I was recovering from a tat and got fucked up by some shitty incident on top of it.

[Time to colour! Quick and dirty to just lay out the idea, but he'll colour and blend nicer when it's on skin. Not that colouring will happen for another week or so, but still.]

You're telling me. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.

[Scribble, scrawl...]

It always does. It always will. S'just bein' ready for when it does.

[Being ready, and trying not to obsess over it until it happens.]

That's why I do shit like this to fill the time. S'better than just waitin' to be attacked all day.

I hear it. No matter where I am, I spend my time in the nearest greenhouse. A lot of the battles Rhodes Island fights don't interest me.

[But that's also his employer, so he's contractually obligated to help when they tell him to. Getting thrown out by Mon3tr would completely blow.

Anyway, after some time passes, Flamebringer turns the coloured piece around to Wolfwood. It's as he said it would be — lots of sunset-coloured flowers and a big, black and grey Wolf.]

What do you think?

[At least Flamebringer's employers are good people. Wolfwood's, on the other hand...well, he's been here for this long, he likes to just pretend the Eye doesn't exist for as much as he can here. As long as one of the other Guns don't show up...

God, he thinks he'd walk into the woods and never come back. Or they'd kill each other. or both.

Putting that thought aside, Wolfwood turns his attention back to the concept Flamebringer has drawn up, the slightest of smirks pulling at his lips.]

Lookin' pretty good. We can go ahead with that one.

["Good" is subjective when your employer literally assassinated someone and was sent to spread Oripathy but yeah no it's fine, they're fine now. Probably.]

Great. Let's get to the shop, then.

[He'll close the book and stop off to put the markers upstairs, though, so that the bunnies do not eat them. Because they will. And then, it's off to the tattoo place with them, where Flamebringer unlocks the door and has Wolfwood sit in the one chair that's in here.]

You wanted it on your bicep, right?

[Wolfwood hums in a way that's very much a "yes" as he follows Flamebringer inside, taking a seat in the chair and immediately manspreading in it.]

Think I'll do my left arm. Keeps it away from all this.

[He gestures vaguely to the right side of his neck, where Flamebringer will see the crescent-moon shaped scar from where the rose hounds tore into him when he first arrived on his collarbone, peeking out from underneath his blazer collar.]

[Yeah, makes sense.]

Scar tissue is difficult to tattoo over. Not impossible, but I get it.

[Wolfwood's gonna be here for a while, so he'd better get comfortable.]

Blazer off, sleeve rolled up or shirt off — I'll let you pick — and you'd better find a position that's comfortable, 'cause you're not going to be moving while I do this.

[He's transferring the initial concept sketch to that magical ass paper that tat artists use to get the lines on, I'm not looking up what it's called I'm not feeling festive today.]

[To make it easier, Wolfwood will go the extra mile and just take his blazer and undershirt off completely. Why roll up his sleeve and deal with that annoyance for hours when he could just be shirtless? It wouldn't be anything Flamebringer hasn't already seen, at any rate.

He'll drape it over the arm of the chair as he sits back against it, holding his arm on the armrest in such a way that he figures he'll be able to just stay like that without moving any further than this.]

Any rules against me takin' a nap while you do this?

[His pain tolerance is hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh, so he figures he'll be numb to the needle for the most part.]

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