Breathe upon my skin, with ink and soul
@purosdecorazon || Tattoo artist and college student
Bucky slammed his hand down on his phone to silence the alarm that blared, the sound was obnoxious and loud and he keeps telling himself he will change it yet he knew he won’t. He had a fairly alright night, better than the past three days but it's getting there.
Coming back from the war was no easy thing, everything seemed to change around him, even himself. slipping back into civilian life wasn’t a walk into the park and during the first year back he would always jump at the sound of car horns and sirens.
He could list off every little thing that was wrong with him but he had to get up and open his shop, he sat up and stretched his arms above his head when a bull of fluff jumped onto his bed, Bucky smiled and ran his hand down his pretty Russian Blue kitty’s spine, all his friends decided he needed company, someone that would be there when none of them could and he didn’t regret the day he brought Luna home.
He smiled softly down at her before standing and heading to his bathroom to wash up, his arms and chest were covered in ink, from simple designs to complex drawings, most were in black ink but some were in color. some of the designs had stories and each meant something to Bucky.
From his time fighting overseas to his progress on coming home and finding where he belonged.
As he headed downstairs to his tattoo shop below (he was lucky to get the building and attached apartment) and was greeted with a Russian Ballet song playing over the speakers, must be Natasha’s turn to control the stero. He let his lips twitch into a smile as he greeted his fellow veterans, each one of them fight alongside him and they all made it out in one piece.
“Whats on the books?” He asked as he moved to his station, the shop itself was small the storefront was all glass, natrual light was streaming in. there was a white leather couch with a three other similar chair resting against the glass for the customers to rest on. the walls were white except for one wall that was covered in black bricks. posters, pictures of their group overseas and around the city. Pictures of Luna and other members pets were hung up as well as well as over trinkets.
“You have an appointment in about two hours, someone getting their first tattoo” He smiled and nodded, it was always fun helping people pick out their first tattoo, it was challenging and it felt good when he saw the smile on their face.
Luna trotted into the shop and jumped up to her favorite perching spot that let her watch over the shop, he tied his hair back into a loose bun and he wore a faded band shirt that showed his covered arms as the door opened and their first clients walked in.
