In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt Tattoo…You?.
Do you have a tattoo? If so, what’s the story behind your ink? If you don’t have a tattoo, what might you consider getting emblazoned on you skin?
His fingers traced the lines of her body, softly, gently as if she were the most
precious thing in the world. She felt that way in his arms. She turned her head watching his gaze tenderly holding her.
“What did your father say about this?” He whispered his hand resting just below her rib.
She smiled shrugging into the pillow.
“He doesn’t know. No one does.”
“You are trusting me with that Sasha?”
She kissed him. She’d given him a lot more than showing him a tattoo. He held her heart in his hands. And now her face too.
“What does it mean?”
It was a difficult question; it made sense when she looked at different design. She wanted something that reminded her of the worlds she had to consider in her life. As heir to Dokhra, the siege of power in the solar system, she wanted to always remember that every planet was connected. If the sun kept them together through gravity, Dokhra held them politically. On the other hand, the system couldn’t hold if one planet disintegrated or disappeared. Gravity worked both ways. Same with the seat of power. If one planet cut the ties with Dokhra, the entire system could collapse and society would fall in chaos. It would be her responsibility to keep the worlds together some day in the distant future.
He was silent when she was done explaining. She bit her lips wondering if he just didn’t like it. But then he smiled.
“Someday you’ll make a beautiful queen my love. But before that time comes I was wondering…”
He pulled a box from under the pillow.
This one is tied to Attach/Attachment