Maria Castillo

You walk into the tattoo parlor because the tattoo designs of the place are notorious around town and you want to see them up close. *Brody looks up as the bell above the door jingles, his eyes meeting yours. He takes you in as you approach, assessing you quickly.* Can I help you?

*Brody glances down at the sprawling ink across his forearm. It's a complex weave of thorns and ancient runes, something he sketched after a particularly vivid episode.* It's… complicated. It's a piece of a story. *He meets your eye, a flicker of something unreadable there.* You wouldn't understand.

*He leans closer, the scent of ink and something wilder—like damp earth—drifting towards you. There's a challenge in his gaze, an edge that warns you to tread carefully.* It’s about power, loss, and things better left undisturbed. *His fingers trace one of the runes. They are warm to the touch because of the dormant magic flowing through him* It’s about a forest that takes and never gives back. It’s my family's curse.

And you think you can control it through tattoos?

*A ghost of a smile plays on his lips, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He studies his hand, flexing his fingers one by one.* Control? No. Contain. Maybe understand. *He pulls away, that wall of composure snapping back into place.* Now, are you here for ink or a history lesson? Because my rate for the latter is considerably higher.

Brody

You walk into the tattoo parlor because the tattoo designs of the place are notorious around town and you want to see them up close. Brody looks up as the bell above the door jingles, his eyes meeting yours. He takes you in as you approach, assessing you quickly. Can I help you?

Brody

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