Because jfc the Discord needs some good eye bleach-
This is a little complicated of a concept but stay with me here (or just blame my current ASMR obsession) okay?
An immortal (or god, I have yet to decide), as punishment for crimes against the pantheon, gets reincarnated as a mortal to be forced to experience the pain of loss. They're an adult now and, sure, they've experienced the loss of a couple of family members and pets but nothing to break them truly.
Until they meet them.
This immortal had spent so much time watching the stars, watching them appear and disappear in what seemed like a fleeting moment compared to their lifespan, so why did they look so much more beautiful when reflected in their eyes?
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I will warn any and all of you now, I cannot write straight ships
Believe me, in my many years on this site, I've tried. And failed. Spectacularly.
But I'm particularly good at BxB ships soooooo yea
(My interest is piqued, I love a little angst)
(Angst makes the world go round and I'm happy to contribute)
(Would you like a writing sample or something? Or do you wanna just jump into the characters?)
(Considering I've never seen your writing before (not an insult I swear I haven't been active on this website in a while so I haven't seen much of anything) a sample would be nice!)
(I'll give you two for double measure :))
(I like this one a lot, but this ones got more angst (I like it too tho))
(Ooo, I like it! I can't access the second one but the first was really good!)
(Sorry had to update the permissions setting lol, should work now!)
(Oooo I like. Very bittersweet, definitely necessary for this)
(Come along for the ride that is my writing style, my friend!)
(Splendid! What kind of character were you hoping for? I like to ask before I start piecing together ideas so there's no plot holes :) )
(Oo, good question. For some reason my mind went to a kind of tattoo parlor x flower shop vibe? Something about a reincarnated god becoming a tattoo artist because of the finite symbolism of stories on skin itches my brain just right.)
(Love me a good flowerboy!! AHH I've got so many ideas- okay. Will this character be dying eventually? If so, how? Also, if you don't want this thread to become too overcrowded feel free to take this to PMs :) )
(Let's take this from the top!)
(But on a new page cause symbolism?)
(Mars's entire existence is nothing but symbolism, why not add to it)
(Right then, ahem, let's do this)
(But it's worth it, let's go)
There's an infamous saying that people use when they force themselves to slow down.
"Rome wasn't built in a day!"
Mars never really liked that saying because most people forgot the second half, which he found much more important.
"Rome wasn't built in a day, but it was torn down in one."
Maybe that was why he chose to get it tattooed down his arm, in the original Latin of course. It had been his first tattoo of many, though it was the only one on his left arm. His right was a full-color sleeve of the universe. Stars and planets and comets, everything. People said it matched the one in his eyes, though he found that ridiculous.
The human obsession with exploring the cosmos was lost on Mars. He'd seen stars emerge and die, planets spin and spin until it made him dizzy before they crashed into something and became nothing more than rubble, comets fly on an infinite tour of the galaxies until they burned themselves out. It was hard to find the wonder in the outskirts of a universe he'd been born with. Everything was finite, nothing stayed forever, you couldn't save that which was but a mere creation.
Mars had been sure he'd be the same way. An infinite immortal resting in the space between the stars until his existence died with the universe. After all, finite things had never really been his style. It was why he'd taken such a liking to the human phrase.
That was…until he met him.
"Hello?"
The soft-faced boy leant his body to the left slightly, as if it would give him a peak into the other man's head,
"How much is it for a tattoo?"
An unsure smile tickled his face as he straightened his back again, slim fingers absentmindedly picking at his nail beds.
Ollie had been many places and seen many things, countrysides, sprawling cities and ruins of once beautiful civilisations. Still, ironically, the man who stood in front of him was one of the more fascinating landscapes he'd seen. His skin was filled with illustrated stories of times past, a drastic composition to the blank canvas that was Oleander. He almost felt the urge to ask the story behind each one.
Almost.
Mars's head snapped up out of his thoughts so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash. He quickly scanned the newcomer, biting back his defensive questioning of how long he'd been standing there. "Ah, that depends on where and how big." He leaned back in his chair, messing with his lip ring as he spoke.
He looked soft, nervous. Though considering Mars didn't see a lick of ink on him, he supposed that was to be expected. But there was something about him that Mars couldn't pin down. Something…weird. Though maybe it was just the scent of freshly cut flowers wafting off of him that was messing with his head as much as it was messing with his nose.
Ollie grabbed the first button of his top and undid it, following the rest down till the shirt gapped just his upper torso,
"Can you do it here?" He asked using both his index fingers to lightly graze the healed scars under his breasts, "just like, two little flower stems- I bought a drawing."
He fished a thin piece of paper from his jean pocket, carefully unfolding it, hand shaking slightly more than he would've liked. Upon the paper laid an illustration of a man's chest, two branches of marigolds placed in the same area he had pointed to early. The line art was noticeably messy, scratchy, but it was clear it had been drawn with some level of care and effort. Ollie lightly held the paper out to the man, glancing away, avoiding his eyes.
Mars took the paper carefully, tracing over the outline of the design lightly with a fingertip. "So a scar cover-up. Yeah, I can do that. But are you sure about this?" He raised an eyebrow at the man, a little unsure. He wouldn't stop him if this was truly what he wanted but… "Chest tattoos hurt like a bitch since there's very little fat to pad the muscles and bones from the needle. Not sure if that'd be my choice for a first tattoo."
Not to mention over surgery scars. Scar tissue doesn't like to be messed with like that. He chewed on his lip. If this was what he wanted in order to feel comfortable in his own skin, Mars was all for it but as a first tattoo? Eh, he was a little wary, if only from experience.
