Dove
"I wouldn't know what to design for you," I spluttered as I eyed Benecio's arm. I had only seen the full extent of his tattoos once at the pool and even then I wasn't close enough to see the detailing. All the brothers had their own look. I had memorized Bucky's like the back of my hand.
His were intricate patterns that he designed himself with friends from Germany from what I remembered. They were artistics strokes and twirls very much like his fashion designs. Not too bold but all carrying their own weight. Quotes from the Bible and his favorite literature pieces. Every tattoo carried meaning for Bucky and that was what I loved. I could point to any poem or short scripture on his body and he would be able to recite it word for word without even looking.
I always hoped one day he would let me design a tattoo for him. A piece of me on his skin for him to cherish for years to come.
