@highwarlockxofbrooklyn || more than meets the eye
The past year or two had been an interesting ride for the younger girl. Learning to live a different life without her somewhat larger family, one that she had learned to rely on at an early age, was an incredible obstacle to get over and come to terms with. While it never did seem to get any easier, it was something that she was able to learn to deal with day by day... all with the help of the very man she called her Dad. She adored him to pieces, and quite honestly it wasn’t all that uncommon for him to wake up with her nestled up under his arm, cuddled up to him in her sleep.
That morning she had stuck to her own bed, blearily getting up and heading over towards the bathroom first thing, scrubbing at her eyes with the palms of her hand. Making a low and sleepy noise in the back of her throat, it took a while for her to finally look in the mirror... and when she did? She couldn’t help but make a rather loud noise of panic.
All around her left eye was an intricate tattoo, the lines a deep crimson color...










