Location: Silโs Tattoo Shop
For: Silje || @spxlledinks
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She had scheduled an appointment after her impromptu meeting with the younger woman at the park. She had dithered back and forth over whether she wanted to go through with it, but as her husbandโs birthday was coming up, and he had been in such a mood lately, she needed to do something to appease him.ย
Samira walked into the shop and studied it with a critical eye for the artwork on the walls and the chosen decor. She only had one tattoo on her left shoulderblade, and she had gotten it on a whim when she was a junior in high school.
โWe spoke on the phone,โ she said nervously, forgetting to introduce herself.ย โIโm - we met at the park, I took your picture. You said that youโre a tattooist - I told you about a silly tattoo I had gottenโฆโย
Two squares with legs and arms holding hands. Meant for Sam One and Sam Two โ the Sam Squared, as she and Sam had been known. Such a stupid tattoo, but she had loved it when she had gotten it and had she had an alternative, she wouldnโt want to get it covered.ย
โI was wondering if you could do something artistic with it - not flowers, or all right flowers. Butterflies. Anything that isnโt violent or bloody or โ I should stop talking and let you do what youโre best at.โย
WEDNESDAYS WERE RESERVED FOR WALK-INS, the calendar left purposefully blank to allow for as many customers to pass through as possible. The artists would alternate, ensuring that fatigue didn't make their work grow sloppy, and designs were limited to pre-made flash. That day, though, Silje was excused from her duties as one appointment marked the calendar with her assigned green label.
Silje looked up at the sound of the opening door. Invitations were discarded just as readily as they were offered. Part of her expected the woman not to show, mistaking rambling for indecisiveness. Still, she allowed the woman to continue in as much detail as she saw fit. โ I remember you, โ she finally replied once the trail of her words wound to an end, a fleeting warmth flickering in her eyes.ย
And she did, both from the call and before that.
โ One bloody venus flytrap holding a machete, coming right up. โย Little shop of horrors style. She came around the counter, for once pleasantly surprised that she wouldnโt need to strain her neck to meet her clientโs eyes. โ I had an idea while we were on the phone. โ The blonde kept a pen and paper by the phone for such occasions, allowing her hand to drift as it saw fit; impulsivity the height of creativity.ย โ You said they were squares, so I thought we could use the angles to create a pattern, โย
As she spoke, she led them to her station, where atop the neatly wrapped table sat three pages of potential designs. โย And butterflies have patterns. โ Largely overlapping lines, the proposed coverup was a take on geometry that could easily be softened and applied to a butterfly. There was one matter, though, that she would have to address first. โ But that dependsโฆ how far gone do you want it? โ