- Messages
- 655
- OOC First Name
- Madz
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Briar ♥
- Age
- 45/2011
An hour later he was holding a bottle of ointment and passing it through his knuckles. They were swollen and he could not move his fingers apart. Whenever he tried to they would clam up poop forcing the space between them back together. Dee winced in pain. It hurt like hell, but it looked really nice so the pain was nothing to how much he enjoyed what he had gotten written on his knuckles. The font was old gothic, readable to those closer to him, faraway you could not tell what it said. Dederick preferred that way, it was personal so whomever he was close to had the privileged to read it. It's not like it would make sense anyways, the word he had chosen would throw anyone off track.
Dederick flex's hand to try and move it, it would no respond, he guess it was to swollen. Dederick put the ointment back in his medicine cabinet, he had already given Briar some. He went back to the living room area of his one bedroom flat. It had been a five minutes walk from the tattoo shop, when he said that he lived close by he really did mean it. Dederick looked over at Briar, "Ready to see what it says?" he hid his arm from viewed and stood in the middle of his living room, almost in front of her since the couch was not to faraway. He moved his arm and showed her what was written on the surface of his knuckles in bold letter, it read BRICK, he waited to see what she had to say about the word he had written across his very own skin.
Dederick flex's hand to try and move it, it would no respond, he guess it was to swollen. Dederick put the ointment back in his medicine cabinet, he had already given Briar some. He went back to the living room area of his one bedroom flat. It had been a five minutes walk from the tattoo shop, when he said that he lived close by he really did mean it. Dederick looked over at Briar, "Ready to see what it says?" he hid his arm from viewed and stood in the middle of his living room, almost in front of her since the couch was not to faraway. He moved his arm and showed her what was written on the surface of his knuckles in bold letter, it read BRICK, he waited to see what she had to say about the word he had written across his very own skin.