Clipped wings and Inked armor.pdf

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In my eyes, indisposed

In disguise as no one knows

Hides the face, lies the snake

in The sun in my disgrace

Boiling heat, summer stench

'Neath the black the sky looks dead

Call my name through the cream

And I'll hear you scream again

Black hole sun

Won't you come

And wash away the rain

Black hole sun

Won't you come

Black Hole Sun , Soundgarden

*~*Edward*~*

The music was loud as hell, blaring out of the speakers and giving me a fucking

headache. I pinched the bridge of my nose and shook my head, focusing on the

paper in front of me, trying to get the design to flow from my convoluted mind

through my pencil for the girl who wanted the ridiculously banal tattoo.

The typical butterfly on the hip, rose on the tit, generic symbol in the signature

‘tramp stamp' spot right above the ass as Emmett lovingly referred to it, all

artless designs that pissed me off. Tattoos in these spots could be sexy as hell on

a woman, just as long as they were something unique rather than something

utterly predictable.

This is my craft for god sake; give me something to work with here.

I finished with the Hello Kitty bullshit and rolled my eyes at the inexorableness of

the freshmen in this city. Eclipse was a well known tattoo shop in Chicago and we

had a lot of high profile clients from the burgeoning music scene, as well as all

the new blood at the University of Chicago. All of the girls and boys who had just

found their freedom and wanted to piss of mommy and daddy, or show their

originality and rebellion by picking a tattoo off the wall of generic designs

available.

How mutinous was a Hello Kitty tattoo?

The frizzy haired, puffy girl giggling away in the corner with her processed blonde

friend was no different from the rest of the sheep and I was irritated as hell that

Emmett had passed her off to me. Yes, it was my turn to deal with one of the

annoying ones, but still.

Screw you Emmett.

"Jessica, would you like to take a look at the sketch?" I called across the room,

smiling all friendly like and trying not to roll my eyes at the way she practically

eye fucked me into oblivion as she bounced her way over, tits bobbing in opposite

directions.

I half expected her to be carrying a lunch box and suck on a lollipop.

She tucked her hair behind her ear which was just ridiculous because she had the

biggest frizzy fro I had ever seen on a white chick and it pushed her ear out like

she was Dumbo's human counterpart. Her generic friend followed behind her and

I turned the sketch of Hello Kitty toward her so she could tell me how awesome it

was.

Because it was, even if it was Hello fucking Kitty.

"Oh, it's perfect," she whined at me, although I'm pretty sure she intended it to

sound sexy as she touched my forearm.

It didn't and it wasn't.

I had to stop myself from cringing away from her.

"You want it on your hip?" I bit down on the pen, trying to stop myself from biting

down on my tongue ring and potentially damaging my teeth I'm so irritable at

this point. The pen is much safer to chew on; I have a cracked molar to prove

that.

"Definitely," she nodded.

"‘Kay, give me twenty minutes and I'll have it ready, you can go for a short walk

or something, have a drink at the bar down the street," I suggested.

It was better if she was a little relaxed since the hip was a sensitive place,

although it looked like she had more than enough padding to provide a buffer.

Besides, I didn't think I could handle another half hour of her making fuck-me

eyes at me while I tried to prepare the stencil.

As soon as they were out the door I shot Emmett a death glare and he laughed.

"Where the fuck is Jazz anyway?" I asked bitterly, running my fingers through my

hair and tugging roughly on the ends.

The asshat kept landing all these sweet tats on the hottie freshmen. It was all the

same boring shit, but at least the bodies they were going on weren't hard to look

at.

"Someone from back home contacted him, things aren't really good right now for

him," Emmett was suddenly serious.

I didn't ask any more questions. I didn't know much about Jasper's history even

though I'd known him for six years, all I knew was that underneath all of those

tattoos that covered the majority of his torso were a shit load of scars that he

never talked about. I had a feeling his dear old dad may have had something to

do with it but Jazz didn't talk about it and we weren't ones to pry into each

other's pasts.

We all had skeletons in our closets; we just chose to keep them there, buried

under all the superfluous garbage.

We had a three-way partnership in this business, all equal owners of Eclipse. We

lived in the same up-scale vintage apartment building in East Lincoln Park and

spent most of our time together but I drew the line at living with those two, I

needed my own space. I saw them five out of seven days a week if not more; I

didn't need to wake up to them too.

Besides roommates made extracurriculars a little more challenging.

"I'm going to run across the street and get a coffee, you want anything?" I

stretched my arms over my head and Emmett threw a stress ball at me, catching

me off guard and hitting me in the nuts.

"Fuck you cocksucker," I folded over at the waist and cupped my balls because

that shit smarts.

"Such an articulate man," Emmett laughed as I flipped him the bird, then

straightened up as four generically attractive girls walked in all giggly and stupid,

flashing them my prettiest smile.

They stared at me for a second, not sure whether to smile back or be afraid

before Emmett's ridiculously loud voice drew their attention away from me.

"Hi ladies," Emmett boomed over the music and the girls turned in his direction

and scurried over to the counter where all the piercing paraphernalia was located.

His dimpled smile a visual contradiction to the thick and menacing tribal bands of

ink and horrific images tattooed across his arms and back. As soon as Emmett

flashed a grin, every girl was putty in his massive and capable hands.

I walked to the back of the store and raised my hand to knock on the office door

where Alice, our bookkeeper, piercer and Jasper's girlfriend of fucking forever was

sitting hunched over a pile of papers, typing numbers onto the laptop

spreadsheet at lightning speed.

"I'd like large a decaf latte with soy, two sugars, thanks Edward," she said

without looking at me.

I started to tell her that there were some girls out front that were interested in

piercing but before I could even get a word out of my mouth Alice's head snapped

up, "God damn it, not another clit ring. For Christ sake," she slammed her little

tiny hand on the desk and then bolted over it like an angry panther, baring her

teeth and growling. I pressed myself against the door frame because a pissed

Alice was not someone I wanted to mess with.

I don't know how she knew but Alice could predict the type of piercing a customer

would request with uncanny precision. She could predict a lot of things and that

fact alone made me a little wary around her. She stopped in front of me and her

eyes glazed over for a second, clearing just as quickly and if I hadn't been staring

at her in fear of her wrath I would have thought it a figment of my imagination.

Her fingers grazed the anatomically correct bleeding heart amidst the vines that

tangled across my forearm, a fragment of the sleeve of ink that covered my right

arm.

"The storm is coming," she whispered to herself and smiled before walking away.

She was a strange little girl.

What the name of Doc Marten did the weather have to do with my tattoos?

I followed her back out to the studio and avoided looking at the girls to prevent

the unwelcome visual provided by Alice's prediction and headed to the door.

"Get me a cookie, Edward," Emmett yelled after me, to which I responded by

politely flipping him the bird.

I ran across the street and sauntered into the little used bookstore that I

sometimes browsed when I wanted to get out for lunch, or if my shift ended early

at the shop, which was admittedly rare. There was a coffee house attached to it

and I usually walked right through the store since my aunt owned it.

"Hey Esme," I smiled at the lovely woman who was sitting behind the cash; she

was reading a tattered book that I couldn't quite see the title of.

"Hello Edward," she rewarded me with a maternal smile, "We just got in a

shipment of new books, did you want to look at them before we stock them?"

She looked at me hopefully. She always saw through the facade I built up,

making me feel like the little boy who she used to make cookies for.

The tattoos served as my armour, a shield if you will, so that people would see

the art rather than the person standing in front of them. Esme saw past them.

She looked at me like I was her long lost son and she just wanted to share her

newest treasures with me like I was her child, which was ridiculous because she

was only ten years older than I was.

"Sorry sweetie," I leaned and kissed her cheek, "I'm on a coffee run and then I

have a client but maybe next time."

"Of course," she blushed a little, patted me on the cheek and went back to her

book, smiling absently.

I ordered the coffees and picked up a half-dozen cookies, eyeing the cupcakes

with contempt because I would look like such a pansy if I walked into the shop

eating one. I walked back through the bookshop intending to tell Esme I would

come over later in the week but she was talking to a girl who was leaning over

the counter with a pile of books in front of her. I nosily surveyed at the spines,

Wuthering Heights, The Descent into Hell, Ink Exchange, The Poisonwood Bible, A

Midsummer's Night Dream . That was quite an eclectic array of literature. Teen

fiction to Dante?

Her hair spilled out over the counter in a wave of mahogany and shielded her

face. I raked over her tiny form; she was hardly bigger than Alice, maybe a few

inches taller. Alice was straight, waifish, this girl was curvy and wearing these

skinny black jeans red Chucks hightops. The black shirt she was wearing was

mostly hidden by the waist length hair that cascaded down her back. I wondered

what her face looked like. I inhaled as I walked by and the overwhelming scent of

something floral, and sweet and just fucking delicious assaulted me.

I stole a furtive peek at her ass and it was luscious, in part because it was

attached to a lovely pair of slender legs. I had the urge to maybe smack it or bite

it, or both. Then I felt bad for ogling her in front of Esme because that was just

rude. It was like making out with someone in front of your mother.

"Can I take these ones home tonight Esme?" the softest, sweetest voice in the

history of all sounds came from under the veil of mahogany, making the hairs on

the back of my neck stand up and my body break out in goose bumps.

Not to mention that my dick was immediately harder than titanium.

From the sound of her voice ? Really Masen ?

"Of course, I'll put them aside," Esme took the pile of books from the girl and

smiled at me as I left the store with coffees and treats in hand, trying to keep

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