`i'm a fate worse than death }}

[Chess Lincoln]

{ if this is love, }

Waking up earlier than I had wanted to, I couldn’t help but to just lay there without a thought in my mind. Processing what would have to be done for the day, I realized yet again with that heart sinking feeling, I’d have to work today. Not like I hated my job, I just didn’t feel like working today. So being stuck having to tattoo for ten hours today in a hot building, was something I wasn’t looking forward to. Either way, I knew it would result in happiness somehow. It always managed to. Some people had interesting stories, some were just friends stopping by. Speaking of people stopping by, I realized with another heart palpitation, that Isaac was going to get his own tattoo today. Then, with a deep breath, I realized that Isaac was the one person that would make my day great. Simply because of the fact that how much I wanted to deny it, that boy was always crossing my mind. He was always there, no matter what was going on. Today, I was sure that he would make my day worth it. Or at least I hoped.

I had to find a way to deny the fact that I was falling for him. I couldn’t say it to myself alone let alone admit it to anyone else. Especially not him. Not until I knew what he felt about me. There was no way I’d give my heart out again. I mean, I think it’s human nature to be sitting there giving out our hearts, open, broken, exposed.. just in hopes that people will accept us as we are. But that never truly ends up going as planned. It never did with me. It just continued to get broken and even more exposed. I had locked it up now, and it was banging up against the cages to get out. But I wouldn’t let it out and get hurt again. I didn’t need that any more than I already had it. Either way, I shoved all thoughts aside and managed to pick myself up out of bed. Groggy and unmotivated, I headed for the shower and showered quickly.

Getting dressed was a breeze. Just my usual attire, really. Skinny jeans, a bustier, jewelry, makeup, doing my hair.. Everything fell into line pretty easily. And by the time that I was done with everything, I was actually on time with a few minutes left to spare. I slipped my feet into my heels before proceeding to leave the house. I locked it up behind me, got into my little car I managed to pay for.. a little old 1970s Dodge Challenger. What a gas guzzler that was. I usually didn’t drive it often, mostly when I was too lazy to actually drive somewhere. I had a little figure to maintain, and I was used to walking. I preferred it in most cases as well.

It didn’t take me long before I arrived at the parlor and clocked in. I went ahead and got my station set up for Isaac since he was going to be my first appointment. Once I was done, I chatted a bit with the guys, just joking around and picking at each other before I went ahead and made a small cup of coffee from the back. Anything to keep my mind away from the feelings I was trying to suppress. Coffee did that, as well as my sketch pad. I sat in the little swivel chair, my knees up to my chest with my coffee on the counter as I waited, my sketch pad on my knees as I began to sketch something random. A sleeve with an open wound so it seemed, but instead of bones inside, it was scales. Like a fish almost. Just something random, something boredom brought. Something to keep my mind off of him.

{ i don't wanna be loved }

tagged; Isaac Clarke, Dazy Danzing.
notes; LETS GET THIS ROLLING!
translation; --
inspiration; sarcasm – get scared

[isaac clarke]

MY PAST IS PERILOUS, EACH SCAR I BARE SINGS. MONUMENTS TO WHERE I HAVE BEEN
( MELODIES TO WHERE I AM GOING )

Isaac Clarke was never someone who was early to rise, but this morning was one of those few days that he found himself awake before noon. There were several reasons for this, Isaac not only having an appointment with the wonderful Chess this morning for his tattoo, but his busy mind was racing with thoughts of the past two days. He had gotten close to no sleep, and to be honest he had given up trying to sleep when it reached a certain time. He spent countless hours picking apart his brain about the two woman who just happened to be in his life, one from the past and one that he had a potential future with. It was like a trashy novel, the kind of novels that he hated.

Chess was the person who was in the front of his mind right now as he sat in his Parents flower shop, working on an arrangement that was just for her. She had no idea he was bringing flowers, but he made it a point to be sure that he made her some kind of nice bouquet in the near future, and there is no time like the present, right? His glasses resting on his face as he sat on a chair, his mother passed by him with a cup of coffee in her hands, grinning. 'there are no orders to do - who is the lucky lady?' she asked, grinning as Isaac rolled his eyes. "she's just a friend, mom," he lied, not wanting to have to explain his love life to his mother. If it wasn't so early it wouldn't of been so bad, but he was tired and somewhat cranky, so getting questioned by his mother about Chess wasn't on his to do list. Isaac's mother merely arched her eyebrow, not believing it for a second. She knew her son all too well. 'Well she has you up before afternoon. I'd say she's a keeper - it must be Dazy' she said before walking off to the front of the shop, getting ready to open the doors for business. Isaac mumbled under his breath, not wanting to think about Dazy right now.

He knew today was going to be a train wreck. Here he was, going to get a tattoo by the girl he was falling in love with sleeping with and the girl who rejected him was going to be there too. Why? Because he was the idiot who invited her. He didn't think anything of it at the time, but after his little run in with Dazy yesterday he asked her to come along, thinking it would be a good way to catch up. Isaac was starting to dislike his position more and more as he continued to think about everything. He still had a need from Dazy, and the more he tried to push his feelings away for Chess the more that need grew. It was a vicious cycle that he was only just barely aware of. His mind was racing as he tried to sort out all his thoughts, how to get things to go smoothly today rather then blow up in his face. He had a very bad feeling.

Checking the time, Isaac got to his feet and grabbed the bouquet before exiting the shop, waving goodbye to his mother as he did so. He made sure he had his drawing - which was in his pocket - as he started on his morning stroll to the tattoo shop that Chess worked at. He texted Dazy to meet him there, not knowing if she would be prompt or fashionably late. He was hoping she wouldn't get there for a little while, just so he could have some time with Chess. It's not that he didn't want to see Dazy, he just knew that seeing her was tearing him apart on the inside. It was like he walked into a time machine and was right back where he was when Dazy called things off. He felt like he wasn't good enough for her, like he wasn't good enough for either of them. Isaac knew he was a fuck up in relationships, an he really believed that there was a serious problem with him personally, thats why Dazy left. He was frightened that it was going to happen with Chess, an he was afraid that he was just going to fuck up everything, because that is what he does best. Having the both of them together in the same room was going to drive him insane.

When Isaac was approaching the Tattoo polar he pulled himself together quickly and neatly, like always. He was always a heartless bastard, he had to keep up the front even if for once he was an emotional wreck (no matter how hard he tried to deny it). Placing the flowers behind his back when he entered, Isaac walked in slowly, eyes scanning and looking for Chess. The other artists gave him a welcoming hello or nod, knowing he was here for Chess. He felt like a million pairs of eyes were on him when he walked over to where she was, he trying his best to sneak up behind her. He was sure he failed in some aspect, but managed to get behind her and place one hand on her shoulder while the other brought the flowers in her line of vision to see. "Good morning gorgeous," he said, grinning as he placed a kiss on her cheek, letting go of the flowers when she grabbed them. He didn't think of the kiss as any big deal, considering kisses on the cheek were basically meaningless in this day in age. However it made him want to kiss her more, but he restrained. They were in public after all.

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`status; YAY BUDDY. I hope that made sense haha xD OH. and the flowers look like .. THIS!
` lyrics; monuments and melodies - incubus
` inspiration; echo - incubus

[Chess Lincoln]

{ you see, there's this loneliness }

I continued to sketch in the little pad. After a few moments of sketching, I’d pause to sway in the chair some of entire thought. Spinning slightly, I turned my back to the door and continued to sketch, knowing that there’d be a sign by the other guys toward me if Isaac walked in. Then again, my mind was stuck on him once more. It was a habit I was beginning to dislike, but couldn’t help myself to shove it away. God the thoughts that ran through my mind, unbelievable. I exhaled quietly, stretching slightly before hearing the door open. I didn’t look toward the door, but I did notice a slight nod from the guys. That either meant that the person that was late to work today got here, or it was Isaac.

I took a deep breath and held it in for a few moments as I let the intensity of my heart. I bit down on my lower lip, exhaling through my nose. My heart pounding harder, but from lack of oxygen instead of his presence. I heard footsteps and seemingly ignored them until I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I tensed slightly until I looked up slightly to see this huge bouquet of flowers in front of my face. I took a look up at him and the flowers in wonderment, but my lips quickly curved into a smile. I did my best to push my feelings entirely aside when he kissed me cheek, and I took the flowers, getting up and letting my sketch pad rest in the chair. “Good morning gorgeous.” I couldn’t help but to turn to him and hug him gently, smiling widely to him. “Good morning, darling.” I smiled my bright white happy smile to him before turning to set the flowers on my station’s mirror. In line of sight. I took a closer look at the flowers, and I smiled.

Turning back to Isaac, I offered him a content yet semi flirty smile. “You’ve always had a way with flowers.. and you always know how to make my day.” I smiled softly before taking a deep breath. “Anyway, what did you bring me today, dear? I’ve been thinking about it constantly.” I murmured, curiosity growing in my mind. “I’ve been thinking about you constantly..” My mind wanted me to say to him. But no, we were in public.. and that wasn’t something to be said. Maybe something to say when we were quieter and to ourselves. Either way, I was happy with just his presence. What more could I ask for? Oh I know. Him claiming me as his. Then again, that may just be a little too far fetched. I guess you could only go so far with your mind, before it resembled a mirage.

{ & sometimes it eats us all alive }

tagged; Isaac Clarke, Dazy Danzing.
notes; <33 Dazys welcome anytime now :3 and sorry its short D:
translation; --
inspiration; tumblr quotes :D

[isaac clarke]

YOU SPEAK IN RIDDLES, YOUR INTENTIONS TURN ME ON. I'M YOURS FOREVER -
( WILL YOU LOVE ME WHEN I'M GONE? )

At this very moment Isaac didn't really care about anything else or anyone else in the shop. His attention was compeltely wrapped up in Chess, who for some reason seemed to be moving in slow motion. At lest to him anyways. He smiled as she received his flowers with gratitude, catching her welcoming yet flirty smile. Isaac slightly arched his eyebrow, not being one to decline an invite to becoming more flirty with her. "I promised myself I'd make you a bouquet someday so you can see how flamboyant and girly I can be," he teased himself playfully, knowing that being able to make beautiful flower arrangements wasn't exactly manly. "But I assure you it's the only un-manly thing about me," he grinned cheekily.

"Right! The picture," he remembered when she asked to see what he wanted on him today. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out an old sketched piece of paper that was folder into a neat little square. Isaac is a fan of origami, so his paper folding is always flawless. He held it in front of it, letting it flop over in his hands as placed his other hand in his back pocket. "So you remember when I drew your tattoo, yeah?" he asked, but it was more of a rhetorical question. He had a devilish look on his face as he took a step closer to her (not that there was much distance between them anyways). "Well I kind of got into a Geisha kick after that .." he took another step closer. "And I sketched this out shortly after," and yet another closer to where she was standing. "I tweaked it up a bit and decided .." Isaac's final step placed him only inches from her, making them as close as he could without them touching. He grinned, puling the spare hand out of his pocket and bringing it in front of him as he unfolded the paper, his fingers lightly grazing Chess's stomach when he did so, partially because they were so close and partially because of where he was holding it when he decided to unfold it. Isaac, of course, had this planned from the start. "That this was going to be my next tattoo," he grinned.

Holding the paper up for Chess he remained standing close to her. No doubt the guys in the shop had their eyes on the two for a moment, Isaac not really caring. He had a feeling those guys were kind of like brothers to her, which could cause some interesting work conversation once he left. Thinking about her co-workers his mind wondered to that blond head girl that seemed to keep popping into his head right when he finally managed to forget about her for a moment. Remembering what Dazy had said to him yesterday when they ran into each other she might just so happen to come in today. A 50/50 chance, if he recalled it correctly. Wouldn't that just be wonderful if she walked in while he was all up in Chess's personal space. He knew the chances of that actually happening were zero to none, which made him feel a little better about the situation.

He waited for a response, and hoped that she picked up the hint he was trying to drop - that he just wanted to be close to her.

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`status; oooh I'm so stoked to see what Berlynn has p her sleeve xD
` lyrics; admiration- incubus

[Dazy Danzing]

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AN ILLUSION

What was sleep? That wasn’t something Dazy quite knew the past few hours for the fact she had been wide awake and ready to go since the night before. It was like her body was filled up on energy drinks when it fact it was filled up on something and it was far from just a simple mere energy drink. No sleep usually lead to the randomness of the little hippie girl mind and that just lead to more thinks that won’t let her sleep. Who needs sleep, when you can sleep when you’re dead. For the moment, that was her motto. Light another one up and just go with it. Throw all caution to the wind and just be a free bird. Thirty-six hours wide awake and she was still in high gear.

With her place in a mess, she laid on the couch staring up that the ceiling. Glancing at the ceiling ever so often. Honesty, she hadn’t had the slightest clue on what to do with all her new found energy. Anything she was told to do or was suppose to do was gone out the window. Hearing her phone place her text tone, she stood up and stumbled across the room trying to find it. Moving things out the way, she finally found the phone, looking at the text. ‘Hey, Chess’s new boy toy or whatever is here, you should come.’ The text from one of the guy from the shop read. He was probably the only person in there that liked her and couldn’t stand Chess somewhat. ‘I’m gonna shower and stuff, I’ll be there soon.’ Sending the text back, Dazy tossed her phone down before making her way to the bathroom.

A shower wasn’t needed, well mainly it was needed to wash a certain smell off of her. You know what, she didn’t give a damn if she smelt like a party or like weed. Washing her hair and her body, she stepped out and got herself dressed. Braiding her wet hair, once again she dug for her phone. Walking to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of liquor she took more than a few shots, that wasn’t needed before heading out. Walking alone, she raddled her brain some trying to put two and two together. Once again her phone went off, a text from the same guy. ‘Damn would you hurry, they are all close!!’ Laughing at the text she replied as she walked the few more blocks to the shop. In her own little world, all merry and happy. As if she was the happiest person alive. Well, at the moment, her mind sure and the hell believed that lied. But what it didn’t know didn’t hurt it. The liquor just added to her peppy attitude as she made the last turn to the tattoo shop. Usually, her days off, she stayed away. This was too good to pass up.

Getting to the shop, Dazy opened the door only to walk in and face up with someone from her past and standing in front of someone she didn’t like. A course that was Chess’s new fling, Isaac more less said it when they talked. “Well hello sweetie, nice to see you here.” Smiling sweetly, Dazy walked on by them with the smile turning into a smirk as she made her way meeting the other fellow. Dropping her bag on the floor, she sat down next to him, before laughing. “Isn’t it just a wonderful morning!”

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ITS ALL JUST SMOKE AND MIRRORS

notes; Oh nana :)
tagged;Isaac Clarke & Chess Lincoln
inspiration; Smoke and Mirrors– Black Veil Brides

[Chess Lincoln]

{ confess, before you run short of breath }

A gentle smile resided on my pale pierced face. “I promised myself I’d make you a bouquet someday so you can see how flamboyant and girly I can be.. but I assure you it’s the only un-manly thing about me.” I couldn’t help but to laugh slightly. “Oh, but of course, my dear.” Those simple phrases dripping from my lips entirely coated with my accent. Making the words richer and almost as if it were liquid gold pouring from my mouth. In a way, it was. His cheeky grin made the moths of my stomach grow and dance. I couldn’t help but to reply with such an accent filled phrase that hinted at the flirty nature that he hinted back at me.

Allowing my bright green gaze to scan his gorgeous expression and face quickly, I listened to him as he pulled the paper out from his pocket. The perfect lines were something that an artist of symmetry like myself loved. My gaze travelled from the paper, up his arms and chest to his face as he gazed at me. “So you remember when I drew your tattoo, yeah?” Nodding dumbly, I kept my eyes on him. Taking steps closer to me, letting my heart thunder and jump with every inch of space lessening between us. I began to play with my lip ring lightly, keeping my gaze on him as he moved closer. “Well I kind of got into a Geisha kick after that.” another step.. and another. “and I sketched this out shortly after..” more… “I tweaked it up a bit and decided..” by now I was holding my breath. The inches between us seemed like meters in how much closer I wanted him. I writhed to feel his bare touch and chest under my fingertips and along my sides.

He brought out the paper and began to unfold it. My eyes drifting down to the paper in his hands. With every little unfold, his fingertips would touch my stomach and I slowly began to exhale. My heart pounding louder and louder against the walls of my ribs and I wondered slightly if it was loud enough to be heard. “that this was going to be my next tattoo.” I had the sense that he was grinning, but I kept my eyes on the paper. He lifted it some, and I scanned my lines against the lines. I couldn’t help but to instantly break into a bright white smile. “really now? You want to match me in a sense? You are the Geisha artist, you know. I love it, though. I’d love to put that on you. Where would you like it, dear?” I asked calmly at first, but a little more flirty toward the end. Reaching up with my left hand to take the paper and let my gaze reside within his own eyes. My right hand brushed against his chest gently almost in the same spot that my tattoo was on my body. “Id ask if you want it here, but that might be considered copying.” I winked at him playfully before something caught my eye.

Turning my head slightly, I noticed a bright haired girl walk in. I began to ignore it for a second, and the small smile stuck to my pale face before I let my hand slowly slide off his chest. Before a voice hit my ears that I couldn’t begin to loathe. “Well hello sweetie, nice to see you here. Isn’t it just a wonderful morning!” The sarcasm in her voice was enough for me to be sick. I bit down on my lower lip gently and my mood drastically changed. I took a step back and looked down at the paper. “good morning, Dazy.” My Finnish voice replied back to her. I didn’t look at her, though. But I shot a look up to Isaac with a kind of “what the hell just happened” kind of look. Its not like I hated Dazy for no reason. I had a few reasons up my sleeves. One, because compared to my life.. hers seemed so put together. And it was that thought, that I knew that Dazy and Isaac would be better off together than him and I ever would. And that was a thought enough to make my stomach churn and make me want to be sick.

{ confess here for your sins }

tagged; Isaac Clarke, Dazy Danzing.
notes; poor chess D:
translation; --
inspiration; Abigail – motionless in white

[isaac clarke]

BROKEN HEARTS NEVER MEND,
( BUT FOOLS NEVER MOVE ON )

Isaac was really enjoying his time alone with Chess right now. Well, it wasn't really alone time, but it was close enough. They were bonding over something that they had in common, something that they both loved and that was enough for him. Not many people care enough to sit and listen to him about his various artistic plunders, but Chess was always someone who was generally interested. He had no doubt in his mind that the guys around the shop were watching their every move, Isaac not being one to care about watchful eyes upon him. He grinned, his eyes breaking away from her for a slight second when he looked around the shop, trying to get a better grasp of his surrounding. He never liked being somewhere that he didn't know where all the exits were at all times, or where everyone was for the most part. Call it what you will, but Isaac liked to be prepared for whatever life threw at him. And, for whatever reason, if that just so happened to be zombies he would be the first one out of there. With Chess of course.

When she mentioned that he wanted to match her Isaac snorted. "Flattering ourselves now?" he asked, teasing her lightly. He knew she would get a kick out of it, and even though his intentions were, in a sense, to match he wasn't going to let her know that. At lest now right now. "I thought it was only fitting that you do the deed as some say," he said to her, eyes floating from her own eyes to her lips, back to her eyes. He laughed lightly at her comment of copying. "I'm no copy cat - everything I draw is an original, thank you," he said, turning the paper around and taking a look at his sketch in more detail. He knew where he wanted it already, but he was still second guessing himself on it. Maybe he should have gotten it somewhere else .. Nah. It's only fitting for my arm he assure himself in though, holding up his arm to Chess. "I want it to start at my writs and kinda just climb up my arm. Same size as the drawing," he said, examining his artwork again. It wasn't a stereotypical Geisha like the one he dew for Chess, and even that one was different then other Geisha tattoos he has seen. But it really spoke more out about his own artwork and how his inner mind works - maybe that's why he loves drawing so much. Anything he can't communicate through words or like any normal human being would he can always reply on his trust sketchy pad and pencil.

Hearing someone enter the shop, Isaac's head spun around to see the one and only Dazy trot into the shop like she had just hit the lotto. He almost snorted at her comments, feeling Chess's hand fall from his chest. He was slightly angry at Dazy for causing that reaction in her, but he immediately but more space between himself and Chess when she walked past them to the other guy not far behind them. "That happy to see me, huh Daze?" Isaac grinned at her, his attention shifting from Chess to Dazy like Chess wasn't even there. He didn't realize it of course, he was just trying to make some kind of conversation. "Dont act like this is a surprise either, you knew I was going to be here," he said to her, calling her out on the 'oh I had no idea Isaac was going to be here act. After they had met up yesterday Isaac was determined to get what he wanted out of Dazy, and all he wanted was her approval. Looking down at the drawing he realized he still had yet to show her the tattoo he wanted. So he strolled his way over to her casually, handing her the sketch. "I know it's not really your style but .. you always seemed to like my art," he shrugged, offering her a small smile as his bak remained facing Chess.

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`status; kinda crappy ;__; And Berlynn, this is the tattoo - CLICK MEH
` lyrics; romance is dead- parkway drive

[Dazy Danzing]

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AN ILLUSION

Dazy paid really to no attention to anything going on. She seem to be in her own little world, which she actually was she was happy about it. "I'm always happy to see you sweetie." Dazy replied so cheerful to Issac before turning her attention to some one. Smiling as they made a smart comment about her joyful attitude. Sometimes, certain little things just played parts into her happiness. " Well a course I knew you where going to be here. The whole reason I came here. Just to see you. " Laughing, the bright hair girl gave him a flashy smile. Picking her feet up, she laid them across another chair relaxing back.

The main reason she was there was possible just to get at Chess. Those two had tense between them, since day one of them working together. As much as Dazy by pasted her, today was a day she felt like getting under her skin. When Issac was there. Though she hated the drama, wanted to get so far away from it. Sometimes picking at it made for great entertainment.More so with her drug induced state. Though that was only a small reason behind it. Sort of to try to get Issac away from Chess. Since the stories she heard wasn't the best. A part of her didn't want her best friend to get hurt by someone she considered to a whore.

Taking the sketch from him, Dazy studied it deeply and carefully. Line for line. It wasn't her style, it was sort of close to it, it wasn't. "I like it, well I think I love it," she admitted before handing it back to him. Didn't pay to lie to him. He would probably figure it out any way. Looking up at him than over to Chess she rolled her eyes some. The thoughts running through her head. "She's doing it?" The questioned rolled off her tongue but she already knew the answer was yes. He had already told her and she wasn't okay with it. He was a grown boy she couldn't tell him who he could get a tattoo from and who he couldn't. "Well I hope to you it comes out looking just like that." A small grin of sorts painted across her lips before looking back upon his face.

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ITS ALL JUST SMOKE AND MIRRORS

notes; It sucks, its short, and it took forever to finally reply.
tagged;Isaac Clarke & Chess Lincoln
inspiration; Smoke and Mirrors– Black Veil Brides

[isaac clarke]

( In the company of wolves I sat in silence

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Isaac was completely oblivious to the fact that he had completely cut Chess out of the conversation at that moment, his grin widening as she admitted to wanting to come see him here. It was a nice feeling, did a little bit for his ego - specifically coming from her. Even though he suspected this was just foul play on Chess he was still Isaac and didn't care. He just did what he wanted when he wanted without a regard to anyone else. Isaac knew the position he was in, even more so when hearing Day talk about the tattoo. He was given another boost by her confessing to liking it, but the next comment rubbed him the wrong way. The sarcasm in it made him give an annoyed look in Dazy's direction.

He was surprised, Dazy was normally the one to avoid the drama but right now she was instigating it. He was reading the situation more carefully, noting that Chess was listening now and he had to defend her. Hell if she gave a shit, he just wanted to prove his own opinion. "Come on Dazy. Don't let your jealousy blind you of Chess's fantastic work," he teased her, a grin spread across his face in the time being. "It's going to be fantastic, right doll?" he said, turning around to face Chess, a small apologetic smile on his face. It was strange how one moment Isaac could be facing down Dazy, practically begging for her approval but return right to Chess the moment she came back into his head. Isaac was almost like a ping-pong ball at this point, but the amount he cared was none. Turning his attention back to Dazy he flashed her a devilish - somewhat flirty smile - back in her direction, loving to push her buttons.

Clapping his hands together he sat himself down in the Chair that Chess had all her things set up by, grabbing her hand and pulling her over to him, placing the sketch in it. "Ready?" He asked, not wanting to wait any longer. He did come here for a tattoo after all.

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- - status; short but hopefully that helps Kain xD <3
- - lyrics ; in the company of wolves - incubus

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[Chess Lincoln]

{ disarm you with a smile }

My smile left me almost as soon as Isaac had. His footsteps taking him over to Dazy. My eyes followed but frustration and hatred burned behind them. I turned my head away from them but I could still hear their conversation. It was enough to make me sick. “that happy to see me, huh Daze? Don’t act like this is a surprise either, you knew I was going to be here.” I rolled my eyes. “then why did you come?” I muttered to myself and ignored them. I was far enough away from them that I knew they wouldn’t hear me nor see the small amount of my lips moving. I kept my arms folded and leaned against the counter, keeping my gaze off them mostly because I didn’t want to watch Isaacs back. I wanted to be the one in front of him. But little miss hippie girl had to ruin that.

It didn’t help much that Dazy’s words made everything four hundred times worse. “I’m always happy to see you, sweetie.” I almost died. But I showed no outer clues to anything being wrong. Everything I did was internal, except the rolling of my eyes. I could feel my heart pounding harder and harder. And then I heard her next set of words and I could feel my heart drop. I felt like I was losing him every single second that she was here in his presence. “well of course I knew you were going to be here. The whole reason I came here, just to see you.” I exhaled slowly, but kept a straight face and a tight lid on my emotions. My eyes narrowed some, the bright green color turning bright, vivid, and piercing. Not the calm happy green it had been when Isaac walked through the door. “Well I hope to you it comes out looking just like that.” Oh, this bitch was gonna die. I turned my gaze onto them, the piercing hatred I felt in my veins just staring down Dazy as I opened my mouth to say something.

I was interrupted by Isaacs voice. “Come on Dazy. Don’t let your jealousy blind you of Chess’s fantastic work. It’s going to be fantastic, right doll?” the glare I had and the hatred calmed a considerable amount. Not entirely, but tolerable. He stood up for me, that had to count for something… right? I let a small half smirk cascade over my pale face as I nodded. “It’s going to be the best one on your body yet..” I said calmly, swiftly. A gentle grin on my features that made it seem content. I knew that what I said could’ve been taken bad from Dazy’s perspective considering the last tattoo he got was done by her. I raised a small eyebrow before he walked over to me and grabbed my hand as he sat in the chair and handed me the sketch. “Of course, love.” My voice purred with the Finnish accent that I had grown to love. I took the sketch over to the light base and sketched over it in the purple color so that I could apply it and tattoo over it. It didn’t take long before I went back to him and placed it on his arm and began.

{ leave you like they left me here }

tagged; Isaac Clarke, Dazy Danzing.
notes; ouuuch Dx
translation; --
inspiration; disarm – smashing pumpkins