Warnings: A big pile of angst and grief. Single-needle tattooing.
Summary: You ask Ezra to place a memorial on your skin. He asks you not to become one on his.
A/N: This is a request for my 300+ Follower Jubilee!@ohlawdthebirds contacted me with a request for Ezra giving a tattoo. While this isn’t the exact request they sent, it is inspired by the conversation. <3
Prompt: “Tattoo” and “pain.”
The first prick of the needle makes your arm jump. Ezra barely lifts his head to check in with you.
“You sure you want this, sweetheart?”
You take another swig of the woodale and nod. “Yes. Do it.”
His fingers curl firmly and gently around your wrist, trying to hold you down without really holding you down, not unlike so many hours you’ve spent together lately on the floor. “Strong and steady then, okay?”
The next stab is harder, hurts more. The next hurts worse. It takes several more before your nerves are overloaded and it’s just one long irritation.
Your tearing eyes drift away from your bloodying arm as it lays on the table, not far from Ezra’s thrower. A beautiful piece. Bespoke. Custom made with an engraved shaft. He used it to save your life two rotations ago.
