#taron x abraham 002

[la-sangradura]

open: @eyesxindisposed | abraham sweetwine location: daedalus studio

“Go deeper,” Taron told him, grinding his teeth as the tattoo gun crossed over the soft flesh of his palm. While his pain tolerance was high, there was no denying that this tattoo would have anyone asking for a break within minutes, but he had no intention of stopping. “It’s not gonna show up, otherwise- ah, okay, I deserved that.”

He shifted his weight into the shoulder of the hand he was working on, his other hand digging into his leg to redirect the pain so he would stay still. It had been a while since he had his palms touched up. Taron had liked how the faded ink made them look dirty and grimey, matching some comment he had been given by his wife when they first met. But now, they had faded so much that it looked like a few stray pen marks and with most of his appointments weeks away, he could afford some time to let them heal without affecting work.