That suspicion of yours is well placed and played, as Sen did send a few pics, aye, and aye it was at my asking.
Caught me, eh? c:
And fairness sake, you yourself revealed some of your marks, that sofa shot with Dodo. For Sen’s, eh, there’s you and he and couple of bathroom signs. You and the motorcycle I’m guessing’s yours or was? (The longer hair’s good on you, though fair to say all hair looks good on you, or all I’ve seen.) Yeah and then the, eh. Yourself in what looks for all the world like a pool, cigar in hand tattoos bared.
To quote myself, words redacted once for propriety’s sake, now given with total appreciation: Fuck me running.
See. Right. For sake of full disclosure and at risk of coming off shallow, not to say I’ve no touch of the superficial in myself, you are a full on stunner of a man.
I’d be wild for you even were you not, that’s so, the way you had my interest from the go, the way you’ve gleaned it further every word you’ve sent. Add in that face of yours, that laugh that smile, that body and fuck me you’re a tall one, I’m slain five time’s over’s what I am.
Five times, minimum.
Won’t pretend I didn’t save every photo for my keeping. Won’t say I’ve not reviewed em time and again, the ones Sen sent and yours with Dodo.
I’ll take any and all photos you’ve got. You’ve a face and you’ve a self a man couldn’t begin to tire looking at, that’s so. What I mean to say is jesus, my suspicion’s I won’t be keeping my eyes off you, nor my attention off your speaking.
Well, right, but that still leaves me with a view of your ink, and you with no shot of mine. So here’s the photo, or rather photos.
[ The first photo shows most of the tattoo’s breadth: It begins gathered at Nova’s thigh, spreading up across his back, to his shoulder, ending with a few searching ends of vines, leaves, and a small floral bloom at his neck.
The second focuses on the graft site, where the tattoo’s colors are particularly vivid, the flowers most numerous.
The third gives an image better showing the way the tattoo’s climb foray’s along Nova’s side, his chest, where the tattoo nears but doesn’t cover the scars left by years’-old top surgery.
The tattoo is a spread of vines and flowers, somewhat abstract and twined here and there with music staves that read a partial, darting melody. Through this series of photos, it’s clear the colors turn softer, more muted as the tattoo winds its way up Nova’s back, his shoulder, until the ink that shows upon his neck is unfilled, its lines lighter than the rest. ]
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Caught me, eh? c:
And fairness sake, you yourself revealed some of your marks, that sofa shot with Dodo. For Sen’s, eh, there’s you and he and couple of bathroom signs. You and the motorcycle I’m guessing’s yours or was? (The longer hair’s good on you, though fair to say all hair looks good on you, or all I’ve seen.) Yeah and then the, eh. Yourself in what looks for all the world like a pool, cigar in hand tattoos bared.
To quote myself, words redacted once for propriety’s sake, now given with total appreciation: Fuck me running.
See. Right. For sake of full disclosure and at risk of coming off shallow, not to say I’ve no touch of the superficial in myself, you are a full on stunner of a man.
I’d be wild for you even were you not, that’s so, the way you had my interest from the go, the way you’ve gleaned it further every word you’ve sent. Add in that face of yours, that laugh that smile, that body and fuck me you’re a tall one, I’m slain five time’s over’s what I am.
Five times, minimum.
Won’t pretend I didn’t save every photo for my keeping. Won’t say I’ve not reviewed em time and again, the ones Sen sent and yours with Dodo.
I’ll take any and all photos you’ve got. You’ve a face and you’ve a self a man couldn’t begin to tire looking at, that’s so. What I mean to say is jesus, my suspicion’s I won’t be keeping my eyes off you, nor my attention off your speaking.
Well, right, but that still leaves me with a view of your ink, and you with no shot of mine. So here’s the photo, or rather photos.
[ The first photo shows most of the tattoo’s breadth: It begins gathered at Nova’s thigh, spreading up across his back, to his shoulder, ending with a few searching ends of vines, leaves, and a small floral bloom at his neck.
The second focuses on the graft site, where the tattoo’s colors are particularly vivid, the flowers most numerous.
The third gives an image better showing the way the tattoo’s climb foray’s along Nova’s side, his chest, where the tattoo nears but doesn’t cover the scars left by years’-old top surgery.
The tattoo is a spread of vines and flowers, somewhat abstract and twined here and there with music staves that read a partial, darting melody. Through this series of photos, it’s clear the colors turn softer, more muted as the tattoo winds its way up Nova’s back, his shoulder, until the ink that shows upon his neck is unfilled, its lines lighter than the rest. ]
Took a fair few sessions, aye?