> Phoebe's apartment. For @just-foster
Perhaps it was stupid to join in with the latest TikTok trend. However, when the trend involved Taylor Swift and relationships, and one of her closest friends happened to be a tattoo artist...
It hadn't started with the trend. In fact it started months before the newest album was even released, after their trip to Michigan where Phoebe and Foster had felt more comfortable verbally claiming each other. Whether in the throes of passion, or cuddled up in the late hours with no one else to hear, they'd call each other theirs. Tell me I'm yours. Tell me you're mine.
When Foster showed off the phoenix tattoo, it pushed things further in her mind, and Phoebe wanted to repay his loyalty somehow, but all the ideas that she and Seb bounced around didn't seem right.
Then the album came out, and that one specific lyric became a trend, and by chance — as if the universe was telling her all signs pointed to yes — she had a note in Foster's nicest handwriting, where the word 'mine' just happened to be used.
After a few hours of Seb teasing her as he tattooed her upper right thigh, Phoebe had that word permanently etched on her skin. Whilst she was impressed with Seb's work, a part of her was worried that the reception to her new ink would be less than stellar than her own reaction to the phoenix adorned on Foster's ribcage.
Nonetheless, she was posed on the bed in the tiniest nightdress she owned — Misty thankfully distracted by some catnip sprinkled on her scratcing post in the living room — in a manner where he wouldn't easily miss the new alteration to her appearance. Heart pounding as she heard the key turn in the door, his voice greeting Misty in a hushed whisper, and padding straight to the bathroom, she let herself have one last little freak out as she heard the water run, regaining her composure once the shower turned off and, a few seconds later, Foster entered the bedroom. Cool, calm, collected. Her voice not even shaking as she greeted him.
"Welcome home, baby. Good day?"