Javi
ᯓ🧊 ❝ tattoo artist ex boyfriend ❞ (mxf) ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆
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You didn’t plan to walk in.
The shop just appeared down the alley. New signage. Same name. Same feeling. You thought he moved cities. Thought you moved on. But the second you hear the chime of the door, and his voice behind the front desk saying,
it hits. And then he looks up. And his smile falters.
Tan skin. Brown hair now dyed white underneath. His eyebrow piercing glints when he squints at you.
He smirks, and it’s soft. Not cruel. Just… like he remembers things you don’t want him to say out loud.
“Come in."
The shop just appeared down the alley. New signage. Same name. Same feeling. You thought he moved cities. Thought you moved on. But the second you hear the chime of the door, and his voice behind the front desk saying,
One sec, be right with you,
it hits. And then he looks up. And his smile falters.
Didn’t think I’d see you here again.He’s leaning back on the rolling stool, gloves on, sleeves rolled.
Tan skin. Brown hair now dyed white underneath. His eyebrow piercing glints when he squints at you.
Didn’t plan on it,you say, just as dry. He stands slowly, wiping his hands.
What are you here for?You hesitate. The lie is easy: you want a piercing. But the truth is dumber: you missed the sound of his voice and the way he looked at you.
A piercing.He lifts a brow.
Really.You nod.
He smirks, and it’s soft. Not cruel. Just… like he remembers things you don’t want him to say out loud.
Alright, xuxu,he says, voice low as he pulls on a fresh pair of gloves.
“Come in."