Ok muffin hear me out the sisters s/o kissing, tracing and questioning about the girls head tattoo. I think the story on how the sister got it would be so cute!!!!!!!!!
Pls if you can had fluff to it and more about the sister relationship!
Awh, this one’s adorable!
While I HC that the tattoos were unknowingly and unwillingly given to them by Mother Miranda a short while after their re-birth as a way of “branding” or “marking” them as Dimitrescus, I’ll share different HCs and stories here in order to make it a little more wholesome :)!
Let’s get into it!
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Bela
She’s completely calm in your embrace, her tired, golden eyes closed at last, her breath calm and just uneven enough to tell you she hasn’t fallen asleep yet
She’s quiet, by far too relaxed to even keep humming quietly as she did minutes ago
With your arm around her and your hand gently stroking her cheek, she’s the most comfortable and calm she’s been all week
And she deserves the break, too
After an awful week of having to deal with her bratty sisters, stupid and incapable new staff members, Lycans pushing into the castle’s territory and too much paperwork for it to be right, you want to help her destress
You want to take care of her
And what an amazing job you’re doing already
She’s close to dozing off already, content and happy at the light, slightly ticklish feeling of your fingertip tracing her facial features
Then, you come to rest at her forehead, where the tattoo is placed
You trace the rose, the halo, the thorn
Then, you notice you have no idea how she even got such a thing. You always assumed her skin and quick healing speed wouldn’t allow tattoos and piercings
When the question slips from your lips, her eyes open slightly, just enough for you to spot the bright gold in them before she pulls you close
She moves closer to you, her body stretched out lazily against yours like the one of an overgrown house cat lounging on a sofa
Then, her lips part, granting you her answer
“It was originally Cassandra who got it, I’m not sure why”, she answers. A small giggle falls from her thick, unpainted lips and you can’t help but smile as well when she adds: “I thought it looked stupid”
“How come you ended up getting one too, then?”, you ask
She pauses, her eyes opening a little. She’s waiting, you realize after a few seconds
Laughing, you raise your hands again and begin scratching her scalp and stroking her hair gently
Pleased, she continues on
“I didn’t really plan on it at first. But in time, I noticed Mother wearing that symbol everywhere. It’s stitched into the side of her dress, and the underside of her hat”, Bela explains
She shrugs, then, giggling lightly
“I wanted to match her”
You laugh at this, your lips pressing a kiss to her forehead affectionately
Yes, of course
That’s the Bela you know and love. A mommy’s girl through and through. You’re hardly surprised she got herself such a tattoo out of eagerness to match with Alcina
After all, it’s not all that different from how she attempts to match her mother’s perfume and the way her lipstick is applied, her posture, her vocabulary
You know, Alcina is Bela’s role model in nearly every way
You find it adorable, the thought of a young Bela tattooing herself with the exact design her sister and mother wears
Secretly, you’re sure she wanted to match both, perhaps slightly out of jealousy
After all, you notice her fussiness whenever attention is paid to others, despite sharing nearly all she has with her sisters
You giggle at the thought of her possessiveness, and merely press another kiss to her head when she opens her eyes again and hums
Lovingly, you trace the tattoo on her forehead, a large smile on your face when her breath evens and she falls asleep at last
4.5
Cassandra
You feel her
All around you, only her
Only she is of importance, in this moment more than ever. Only she is who you are thinking of, who is always on your mind. Only Cassandra
You feel her fingers sliding through your hair, not grasping, merely stroking through it
She’s cupping your face and holding onto you as she kisses you, over and over and over again
Her tongue is in your mouth, yours is in hers
She’s cool, but slowly warming up
Your hand at her cheek, your arm wrapped around her as you keep her close to you
When you need to break away from her lips for a moment to breathe, you smile at her
She’s in a rare position; underneath you on the bed, with her arm wrapped around you and her thighs on either side of your hips
With her hair sprawled out around her and the sun hitting her face and dark golden eyes this way, she looks god-like
A daughter of Aphrodite, her beauty far outweighing the one of the village’s supposed goddess
You take in her beautiful face, her for once clean skin and chin, her plump, dark painted lips. You feel your cheeks burning a little bit at the sight of smeared lipstick across her lips
Her nose, her cheeks, her lazy eye, the golden hue, and lastly, the tattoo on her forehead
Your hand raises and she closes her eyes as she feels you trace it. Comfort. Trust
You can’t help but wonder out loud: “How’d you get that? Why this design?”
Her head turns a little, her eyes keep staying shut. The smallest hint of pink hue covers her pale cheeks
You grin
It seems, you’ve found something embarrassing to your girlfriend
And yet, with pleading and kisses to her neck and jaw, you are granted a quietly spoken answer:
“I got it when I was younger. Say, maybe four decades after I was been reborn”, she explains. You hum in understanding
This would make her quite young still, you realise. At least for an immortal being, that is
“I went into something of a..erm..rebellious phase I guess”, she says, so quiet you must hold your breath to hear
Cassandra cringes at the memory
“I don’t even know why. But I wanted to act out. And seeing as killing the staff and so on didn’t get me far, I tried for more extreme things”
“Such as tattoos?”, you ask
You’re grateful for her closed eyes, as they prevent her from noticing your wandering eyes. You wonder; has she got more you haven’t seen yet, somehow? Your mind immediately fills with possibilities, some innocent, some less so
Cassandra grunts, her face a grimace as she recalls the actions of her younger self
“Yes. I originally just got a dagger, but freaked out pretty much afterwards. I knew Mother was going to kill me if she saw this. I fully expected to be turned into an ice cube!”, she whines quietly
You laugh a little at the thought, though instinctively wrap your arms tighter around her and pull her closer to you
“Anyway, like I said, I freaked out. I knew I couldn’t undo it, so I tattooed over it. I figured I could sell the rose as me trying to imitate the symbol on her clothing”, she shrugs
Again, you laugh
“Did it work?”
“Of course”
Daniela
You tsk as she squirms, loud whines and groans fill your ears
“I want to cuddle already!”, she whines
Instead, she only groans and growls quietly when she is tugged on your lap and gets the wet rag smeared up against her cheek again
You shake your head a little at her, but can’t help but giggle when she quietens down and only whines whenever her cheek is smudged by the rag
Really, you can’t help that though. You feel her adorable, soft cheeks through the rag as you clean her face and can’t help but push slightly harder to squish her cheek
And it brings whines forth from her each time
This time she’s really outdone herself, you think
Having jumped into the bath in the hall of ablution, she is now covered head to toe in blood while six staff members are working on cleaning the room back up
Daniela, of course, has no regrets. She’s had her fun and flashes you a wide, innocent and excited smile when you bring it up
At last, slowly but surely, you discover more and more of your girlfriend again as the blood is washed and scrubbed away
Bits and pieces of pale, soft skin are revealed to you
Her cheeks, her neck, her jaw and lips
Daniela giggles and purses her lips when the last bit of blood is removed from them
Naturally, you can’t resist her, and both of you end up giggling and laughing when you press a sweet kiss to her lips
However, as more and more skin is revealed, so is her forehead and the tattoo adorning it
You trace the shape lovingly and gently, the rag thrown in the sink as you bring your fingertip over the ink rose
It takes no time at all for you to hear loud, purr-like buzzing from her flies
Daniela holds onto your shirt loosely, her body close to yours
As you trace the shape of her tattoo, you can’t help but wonder to yourself
Why a tattoo? Why this tattoo? Why this placement? Are there more? Did she place it herself? Did her sisters help? Did her mother, even?
You’re pulled out of your thoughts again by her cheerful giggles
“Lost in thought?”, she teases, and you shake your head fondly
You pull her closer to you, already long uncaring of the blood on your clothing
“My love, what is the story behind your tattoo?”, you wonder at last
And, of course, you are granted your answer almost immediately. Daniela is never one to keep answers from you
“I copied my sisters! I thought it was some kind of gang symbol and wanted in on it”, she shrugs
“Turns out, it was just Cassandra being stupid and Bela being Bela”, she adds
Then, before you can speak, she pushes herself closer to you, her big, gold-green eyes looking up at you
“But I wear it best, wouldn’t you agree? I look the prettiest with it!”