Imperfection [max]

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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2019 12:55:10 GMT -5

Don't you dare surrender
your perfect imperfection
There was something about getting inked that was probably one of her favorite things in the world and there was nothing like it to her. Nothing like the pain and the thrill, and the beauty that became reflected on to her body. She wanted nothing more than to be the work of art that she felt like she was on the inside. and honestly, having her kids name on her skin was the one thing that she didn't have yet. So here she was, sitting in the shop waiting for her turn. Amelie was with her Nanny for the rest of the day while Romilda took care of adult things and did the shopping that they needed. She usually took the child with her, but today she was coming here and the last thing anyone wanted was a child running amok about the shop.

She tucked some of her long hair behind her shoulder and looked through the magazine in her hands. Her cousins seemed to be having fun and making a name for themselves and Romilda remembered with fondness when she had been starting out and was a fool. It was what had to lead her here, thanks to Brian and school. Van and Tib were no longer a band and from what Van had told her they would become a duo. Which she thought was better for the two of them. Things would not change so much. Tib's sound would not vary based on who was with him now.

She was called as being next and sat in the chair, waiting for the artist to come and join her before pulling the sketch out of her bag and waiting. She was so excited and glad that she had remembered to shave her legs beforehand. Looking up as the artist sat down she smiled and held out her hand. "Hi, I'm Romilda."
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Max Dwyer
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Post by Max Dwyer on Jul 20, 2019 23:42:22 GMT -5

In his time working at Markus Scarrs, Max had received requests to do all kinds of tattoos and he knew it was best to take the high road with some questionable tattoos. If someone wanted an intricate design in a sensitive part of his or her body, that was their choice. It was not his place to tell them otherwise unless it was medically unsafe. Max had consulted Renee, his sister who worked at St Mungo’s about any areas that were medically unsafe or impractical for tattoos so he could then advise his customers. He would rather they were better informed before they made a decision that was difficult to change.

Max also received a number of enquiries for tattoos that were of the sentimental nature. He could easily relate this with having the names of his ex-fiance and the son his lost on his right arm in amongst his sleeve tattoo. He never told anyone this but he appreciated the sentimental tattoos more but only because he had the same.

At least for Max, the days of getting requests to fix dark marks were over. As the son of a muggle, it would be wrong of him to even think about doing that. He had done it only a handful of times and he would prefer to forget about all those times. It had felt so unnatural each time he had worked on a Death Eater and their dark mark but he had forced himself to wash each of those times from his memory.

He had been having a steady stream of customers today and he was it was one of those days. He liked to see people coming and going from his shop. While the place was hardly in the most desired alley, it served it’s purpose and people still came. Max would rather deal with clients then with people coming by to question him on his blood status or his whereabouts during a particular full moon as had happened during the days of Durant.

Max finished off with an older man who wanted a skull on his shoulder and settled the payment before he cleaned down the chair his clients sat in when they were getting inked. He smiled as he called the name of the next customer. It was a woman this time. ”Nice to meet you, Romilda….I'm Max” he smiled as he took the sketch from her. ”Amelie?” He questioned to make sure he was reading it correctly. ”And where are we doing this tattoo?” he asked as he put on his gloves and picked up some cleaning swabs.

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