⦗ ✧ CLOSED ➸ taught tats // @hcndsvme ⦘
astrid was only looking to remove a piece of herself, with the decision to mark herself with something other than the dreaded soul symbol that seemed to weigh a tiny bit on her weak frame. the shop itself was quiet, and faces were hard to come by as she had heard not-the-best reviews from the parlor. the tips of her fingers danced softly on the spot of interest, a nook on the inside of her arm of a character she always had a soft spot for. pushing past the old swinging doors, her eyes became acquainted with designs with endless meanings. the shop had a nice chill to it, goosebumps lining her bare legs. two persons lingered on either side of the room and the slightly blonde haired boy came across her vision first, one heavily tatted and seemingly distracted with a task.
she swallowed thickly, knowing she had to speak with someone, as the process was mute to her. a childhood fear of needles brought her usual tendency of research to a screeching halt, as she brings herself to stand about 6-feet from the body closest to her. ❝ hey , uh , do you work here ? this is my first time and there’s eyes EVERYWHERE , ❞ she makes a grandiose gesture towards a particular wall filled with drawn stares, tattoo ideas of creatures and humans alike, ❝ and it’s all made me a bit nervous , yeah ? not to sound like a baby back bitch or anything. ❞ the smallest laugh made it past her vocal cords, and astrid put a thumb to her lips as if to silence herself from any more ticks.
