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Ferris appeared to be more nervous that Vianna was, his brown eyes fixed on that needle like it was prepared to do damage to Vianna that was ten times worse to what it did to him; his hand tight around her own. It was almost as though he was the one with the needle on his skin this time. But after a couple minutes and Vianna suddenly announced that she thought she might actually survive, the boy gave a faint smile, relaxing slightly as the words sunk in. Okay, she wasn't in extraordinary pain. Good. He turned to her with slight amusement in his brown eyes, thinking for a moment as he examined her creased forehead. He leaned over and gently kissed her, wanting to do her the same favor she'd given him, suddenly. He wanted to relieve her pain. |
Vianna smiled at the boy at her side as he merely examined her, before he unexpectedly leaned over and placed his lips on her own. Happily surprised with this, the young girl was quick to return the gesture, allowing her lips to kiss his own gently. And just as he had planned, the pain from the needle on her skin didn't seem to exist anymore; nothing really seemed to exist anymore at the moment, just her and him; that was all that was on her mind at the moment. |
Ferris seemed pleased with the girl's response, happy that she didn't think he was crazy for trying to kiss her now that she was the one being tattooed. He kissed her sweetly, not letting it get too mind-numbing as he was still aware that they were in a public place, but he made sure to let her see the lovingness behind his gesture. He let the kiss last for a few long moments, not wanting to break apart really, but he finally did. The boy smiled at the sight of her blue eyes, his brown eyes practically sparkling at her for a moment. |
Vianna's blue eyes fluttered open as the kiss came to an end, and she returned the smile Ferris flashed in her direction. She chuckled softly to herself for no real reason and turned her gaze to the artist who was still working on her foot, and the sight seemed to remind her of the stinging pain the needle brought to her bare foot. But it wasn't that bad now, she had grown a little more used to it in these past few minutes. "How much longer 'til it's done?" she asked, turning back to Ferris since she couldn't really see the tattoo from her point of view. |
Ferris broke his gaze from Vianna to look at her foot as the girl asked how much longer it would be. "Not long," he admitted with a small smile. Actually, it was only about half done, but he wasn't going to tell the girl that. If she thought it would go by faster, than it would, and he left it at that. It was then that the boy caught sight of his own wrist and he paused, staring at it for a moment with evaluating brown eyes. Wow, he really had a tattoo. It was so noticeable on his pale skin and he so wasn't used to seeing it there....it was strange. But he really liked what he saw as well, and smiled faintly at it. |
Vianna grinned as Ferris let her know that there wasn't long left until her tattoo was complete, completely unaware that the boy was lying for her sake. Now that she was finally over her fear of the pain, the young girl felt herself grow rather excited. She really wanted to see what the final result would be like; she had already seen Ferris's sketch, but it would be completely different to see it on her foot instead, as random a location as that was. She turned her gaze away from her foot and back to Ferris as he quietly examined his new tattoos, and she couldn't help but smile at the sight of them as well. "Luckily for you, this means I don't have to doodle on you while you sleep anymore," she told him with a light giggle. |
OOC: Off for twenty minutes or so! Ferris looked up as Vianna mentioned that luckily for him, she wouldn't have to doodle on him anymore while he slept. "Aw," the boy said with a soft smile, amusement in his dark brown eyes. "But what will I do without that lovely moment of shock and anger when I realize that my mischievous girlfriend's drawn on my face with pink lipstick?" he asked, slight sarcasm in his voice, though he was obviously not upset with her; on the contrary, he seemed like he might actually miss these things. |
ooc: Okay! ^_^ Vianna's eyebrows rose as the boy at her side playfully gave her an 'aw' before going on to ask what he'd do without that lovely moment of shock and anger when he realized that she had drawn on him with pink lipstick. The young girl laughed lightly at this, completely amused. "Aww, in that case I guess I can take some time from my busy schedule to continue doodling on your face," she told him with a playful smile. "I think I would miss upsetting you too much not to doodle on you again." |
Ferris grinned as the girl before him decided that if he liked it so much that she'd make time in her schedule to doodle on his face, mentioning that she'd miss upsetting him too much not to doodle on him. He let out a chuckle before pecking her lips, "I'm so glad you feel that way, gem," he replied, admiring her for a moment. This mini staring contest was interrupted as the tattoo artist cleared his throat, announcing in soft French that he was done with the tattoo. "It's over, Vi," the boy translated with a warm smile, gently pulling up her leg to reveal the fresh tattoo on the bottom of her foot. It was a simple, two inch long black tattoo that read 'Vianna' in fine script, surrounded by soft swirls and detailing. The lettering was more of a sketch, small lines making up the actual letters. |
Vianna laughed lightly as Ferris told her he was glad she felt that way before the tattoo artist cleared his throat and announced the tattoo was done. Vianna grinned as Ferris translated this to her, her gaze falling to her bare foot for a moment before picking up her shoe from the floor. "Can I… put it on, or would it damage the tattoo?" she asked Ferris, though she intended the question for the artist and hoped the boy would translate for her. |
Ferris knew that the girl was speaking to the artist rather than him and turned to the man in swift French, "Peut-elle mettre la chaussure de retour sur ou entend-il endommager le tatouage?" The man thought for a moment, analyzing the shoe with a soft grimace before shaking his head and saying something in French to Ferris. The boy turned back to Vianna, "He says that it'd be best not to give it much contact with anything, as it could smear. So you won't want too put much pressure on it for the first few hours. He's going to give the both of us bandages to wear just for a few hours, to make sure nothing comes in contact with the fresh ink." And as though on cue, the tattoo artist fastened a bandage onto Vianna's heel before doing the same to Ferris's wrist. Ferris thanked the man in French before taking out his wallet and getting out the proper amount of funds. |
Vianna watched the man speak in French, and though she had come to like this language in these past few weeks, it always seemed to sound better when it was Ferris who was speaking it. She turned to the boy as he translated the artist's words to her and her forehead creased slightly - how was she supposed to walk back to the hotel, then? But it was then that Ferris explained the artist would be giving them some bandages, and Vianna nodded her head with a faint smile. The young girl watched as the man then fastened bandages both on her heel and on Ferris's wrist. Vianna then got up to her feet, though she kept most pressure on her left foot rather than her right, as she was still rather paranoid about messing up her new tattoo. She just wanted to find a mirror to see it now. |
OOC: Oh! She hasn't seen it yet? :xd: Ohhhh.... Ferris quickly finished paying the man, thanking him politely before turning to see Vianna trying to get up from her seat, putting all her weight on her left foot. "Hold on," he said, letting out a soft chuckle as he stood up and crouched in front of her, inviting her for a piggyback ride. As soon as she jumped up even in the slightest, the boy had gotten a hold on her legs, helping her up onto his back comfortably. He grinned, walking over to the long mirror the store held on one of its walls. Since Vianna's feet were sticking out in front of both of them, it was easy to see the new tattoo resting on the sole of her foot. "There it is Vi...Do you like it?" |
ooc: No... :erm: I don't think so, anyway. I mean lol it's on the bottom of her foot... unless she kind of brought her leg up and twisted her foot or something weird like that. -Snort- Eh!! Idk! :xd: Vianna turned to Ferris as he told her to hold on before crouching slightly in front of her. She chuckled softly, understanding what he wanted her to do, and climbed onto his back with his help. She let her arms fall around his neck and her gaze fell upon their reflection as the boy brought them over to one of the mirrors in the shop. As he asked her if she could see her tattoo, the young girl let her gaze fall to the reflection of her right foot and grinned at the sight. "It's beautiful, Professor!" she said, her tone excited as it showed how obviously pleased she was. "Thank you," she added, leaning over a bit to place a kiss on the boy's cheek. |
OOC: :lmao: Ok, that's what I thought! I just wasn't sure cuz...I dunno!...:xd: Just realized that I had the tattoo guy put on their bandages! :xd: We're going to pretend like they peeled them off for a second to look at it, mmk? :lol: Ferris smiled as Vianna admitted that her new tattoo was beautiful, kissing his cheek and thanking him. "You're welcome Vi," he replied softly, happy to have made the girl happy with this dare rather than regretful of it. "Thanks for drawing mine," he added with a small smile, looking at her in the mirror with a warm smile on his face. He turned his head in order to gently peck her lips and turned back to the mirror, "You ready to go back to the inn?" he asked. That sounded really nice at the moment; to be able to go back to a warm bed with the girl, the fireplace roaring and marshmallows next to them. OOC: I'm off for now Dee! :bye: :glomp: Byyeeeee Dee Derupersss! |
ooc: Yeah I was thinking about the bandages too... :erm: xDD Yes, yes, we shall pretend. Sounds good. :yes: "You're welcome, Professor Fer," Vianna replied with a smile as Ferris thanked her for drawing his tattoo, before he then awarded her with a kiss on the lips she was quick to return. As he turned back to the mirror, the girl let her chin rest on his shoulder, placing a kiss on his neck as he asked if they should head back to the inn. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea," she said, a smile adorning her lips. ooc: Byeeeee, Ruthersss! :bye::glomp: |
Ferris was just gently pressing Vianna's bandage back on her heel when he suddenly felt a kiss on his neck. The boy looked up with a small smile to see Vianna smiling at him in the mirror, agreeing that going back to the inn sounded like a good idea. He gave a brief nod, admiring her reflection for a moment before he turned to leave. "Merci," he said to the man who gave them a polite smile, and then went out the door with a small smile on his face. Though the night air was a bit chilly, he didn't seem to feel it, all too happy that he had his favourite girl riding on his back. |
Vianna let out a yawn as they walked out to the cobblestones streets of the little French town, the air cold as it met her face, though with the boy's jacket on her, it didn't really bother her. "I hope after this, you don't become a tattoo addict, Professor!" said the young girl. "Y'know, it's very common for people to do that... after they get their first tattoo, they want another one... and another, and another... then you'll end up covered in tattoos!" |
Ferris gave an amused smile as Vianna hoped aloud that he wouldn't become a tattoo addict, going on to explain how it was a very common occurence. "Me? You honestly think that me, your Professor, is going to be a tattoo addict?" he repeated, his eyebrows raising as they crossed the cobblestone street. One more block until they were back. "Never," he added with a soft chuckle, turning his head to look at her with a warm smile. "I'm still me. I'm still your Ferris." |
As Ferris expressed his disbelief over the girl's accusation, Vianna nodded her head. "Yes, you! The one who got two tattoos instead of one! I think my worries are completely rational," she said, nodding to herself. She listened as the boy went on, assuring her that would never happen and reminding her that he was still himself, he was still her Ferris. Vianna smiled and leaned over to place a kiss on his cheek. "Good. Because I don't want another Professor or another Ferris... just this one." |
Ferris couldn't help but smile as Vianna kissed his cheek and told him that she was pleased that he was still her Ferris, as she didn't want another Professor, just him. "That's nice to hear, because you know there's just so many of us," he replied jokingly, his smile amused as his dimples came out of hiding on his pale face. He gently moved Vianna a bit higher up on his back so he could carry her a bit easier, his hands holding her securely beneath her legs. |
Vianna laughed lightly as Ferris joked about there being many of him out there. "Oh yes, of course; it gets so confusing sometimes," she played along with an amused smile before letting her head rest on the boy's shoulder, using it as a pillow as she let her eyes rest for a moment, beginning to grow rather tired even though she wasn't the one carrying someone else on her back. "Let me know when we get there," she said, as if this was a very long trip they were making. |
Ferris gave a faint smile as he felt the girl rest her head just in the crook of his neck between his ear and his shoulder, listening as she instructed him to wake her up when they got there. He let out a soft chuckle at this, and stepped onto the street corner of the small inn, amused by how she'd chosen to rest her eyes just as they reached their location. But he let her remain on his back, walking into the empty but still very warm foyer of the inn and heading up the stairs. Soon they were walking down the hallway, heading towards door number seven. It was then that the boy realized that he didn't have the keys and remembered that Vianna had picked them up. "Do you have the keys, Vi?" the boy asked softly. |
Vianna's blue eyes fluttered open as Ferris asked if she had the keys; and even though she had only gotten a few minutes of rest, her mind had managed to wander off elsewhere for a moment there, so she was half-asleep and half-awake. However, she was fully awake now. "Yeah, I have them here somewhere..." she muttered, searching the pockets on her pajama pants until she found the keys and pulled them out, handing them to Ferris. "You can put me down now, Professor." |
Ferris gave a smile as he took the keys Vianna handed them, supporting the girl with his left hand as he used his right to unlock the door. He listened as Vianna informed him that he could put her down and an amused smile crossed his features, "No, not just yet," he murmured, gently setting the keys on the nearby desk and closing the door behind them. The fire was still roaring (obviously magically supported to keep going) and it illuminated the room so much that the sight felt comfortable and the air had a nice toasty feel to it. The boy led Vianna over to the bed before turning around and very gently setting her down onto it. He returned to his normal height (having crouched down to set her on the bed) and turned to see her with a warm smile on his pale face. It was then that he leaned over and gently kissed her lips just because he could, obviously feeling happy at the moment. |
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