Somehow things always worked out that way -- that somehow, despite the subconscious pleas that echoed within, the young girl found herself rebuilding the extraordinary walls that guarded her heart, just as Jace planned to swoop in and bust them straight down, leaving nothing but wasted ash and rumble to clutter heavily within Rowan’s soul. And she knew it, she knew it better than anything else in this world, because everything she had ever known had ended that way. There appeared to be no shimmering, glittery silver-lining in the brunette’s life, and despite the knot in her stomach that pulled her towards the town’s bad boy, she refused to believe that, by chance, his smoldering glance could be her redemption. Sighing, Rowan shifted her body weight around to rest more comfortably between his legs, her gazing flitting down to the arms that were wrapped so strongly around her thin frame. “Maybe,” she breathed, mumbling her words slightly and lazily shrugging her shoulders as a thousand-and-one possible tattoo ideas raced through her head. “I’m thinking that I might want something like, uh,” her words stopped short, a soft eugh sound escaping her lips when the comforting support of Jace’s chest slipped from behind her, and quickly showed up and pulled at her ankle. Shaking her head, Rowan sighed once again, grabbing at a pillow and wincing slightly at the sting that was beginning to encompass the skin of her ankle, and watched carefully as Jace steadily made his mark upon her for good. 

“Holy fuck,” she yelped, bitting down into her upper lip until the berry-stained flesh was ghostly-colored from the wincing pain that surged through the skin of her foot. What was only a mere moment felt as if it was lasting a lifetime, and when the piece of artwork was revealed, nothing but a sudden exhalation of air managed to escape her lips. “Those aren’t,” Rowan started, mouth hanging wide open as her eyes grew to the size of saucers. “Did you just tattoo your fucking initials on me?”  The anger building within her mixed with the burning pain that seemed to be traveling up her leg, causing her primal instinct to be to pull away from the raven-haired male, and throwing him a nasty glance as she pushed herself away from him. “What the fuck, Jace? I was down for some kind of slutty butterfly, or like, even slut in Chinese or something, but your own fucking initials?” She slide off her bed, pulling half the sheets off with in her the movement, and started across the room towards the desk. Ignoring the pain, she ran her hand through her thick curls, sighing and she stuck out her hip. “I’m not your girl, Jace,” Rowan whispered, glancing down at the boy’s helmet that sat atop her desk, reaching out for a moment to grab and hand back to him, but pausing as she lowered her head to speak once again. “And, y’know, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to.”

ink my skin with your name // jace and rowan.

His palms were gently placed against her bed’s soft matress, holding his weight up as his lips worked against her own. Jace was probably afraid of the feeling kisses like that gave him. Kisses like the one they just shared were they reason why he almost lost his mind, she was always on it and he knew that wasn’t acceptable. He should have known better. They both should have known better. What scared him even more was the fact that this time instead of going mad over the way his stomach twisted when their lips met, he let it go with the flow. He let the feeling overpower his logic and guide his body which was hovering on top of her, his fingers now holding on her hips softly, as if he would break her if he pressed a little harder. The simple moments scared him the most. If only he knew how much trouble they would cause him. If only he knew. “I’m sure you wouldn’t call anyone else that would just make me mad.” he said with a little fake pout. The way she held him when he entered the room and the way they found themselves laying side by side on her bed, the one he got to know a little too well after the endless nights of romance he’d spent on it. “Can we just lay here for the rest of the day?” he said in a low, calm voice, his dark orbs staring at the ceiling and occasionally looking over at her. A small smile was on his face at the sight of her with his fingers laced with hers. “I mean it’s so peaceful and quiet” he said as he shifted slightly, his body now facing hers. The way her lips looked, always so kissable, inviting him to taste their sweet taste again and again until he got sick of it. However, he would never get tired of her lips. Moving closer to her the boy kept his one hand wrapped with hers as his other hugged her slim figure, his dry lips finding hers once again, capturing them in one erotci battle. They caught her bottom lip between them then her top one until his tongue entered her mouth, moving gently.

"I missed this" he mumbled against her lips once their kiss was over. No matter how badly he wanted to spend the night cuddling and laughing he knew that their thing was supposed to be sex. Using each other for sex. It’d become so much more than that. Sometimes they wouldn’t even have sex. They would just kiss and play around until it was time they seperated. Before he knew it they went from meeting for only sex to meeting just so that they could be with each other. "Alright cutie look what I brought you" he said with a smirk slipping his tattoo gun out of his bag. Sitting back on the bed, he opened his legs placing her between them, her back resting against his strong torso as his chin rested on her shoulder. "Ready for your first ink work?" he asked with a little laugh escaping his until them serious lips. He was no proffessional but he had basic knowledge. He didn’t know what she would want to do. All he could think of was of how this felt right, of how he wanted them to be in the same position again and again. He wanted to create a forever out of nothing and then it hit him. "Alright, I got this." he said cheerfully jumping up and crawling over to the end of the bed grabbing her ankle. "Close your eyes yeah?" he chuckled as he started working on a tattoo on the inside of her ankle. It was small yet something she would probably slap him about. A smirk was glued on his face as he kept creating. Itwas small and didn’t take him long. Once he was done he left the gun on the bed and grinned proudly. His initials were now tattooed on her skin, most likely for life.

Another day had just come to an end. Just like every other day the sun was slowly going down, allowing the moon to rule above the small town for a few hours before it was time for the sun to rise again. It was all a never ending cycle, a contstant routine, nothing too special. Everything around here in Northday was a routine. A small boring city where the old people were almost more than the youth. Seated on his bed which was pressed against the wall, window above it, Jace stared outside watching the nature slowly falling asleep. It always seemed really calm out there. Or maybe he had just got used to being alone. He was one of the few adults who had decided to continue their lives in Northbay after highschool. However, part of him really liked it here and if he ever left that wouldn’t be anytime soon. He wasn’t having a bad life after all. He owned this small apartment, more than perfect to satisfy his needs and his father even if he wouldn’t talk to him, would give him a good ammount of money each month. If it wasn’t for his friends all this loneliness would have slowly taken away the bright smile off the boy’s face and it would have been replaced by the same frown everyone seemed to wear around here. The borings afternoon that usually included sitting at home and doing something completely boring yet time consuming were getting better by the pressence of this one girl, Rowan that held a very special place to the young male’s heart.

Getting up from his seat the dark haired boy walked over to his closet where he picked out an outfit. Another evening, another visit to the girl he just wished he wouldn’t have felt this way for. His outfit was simple. A black top with a pair of washed out jeans and high tops on his feet. His black leather jacket came to complete his outfit. Checking himself in the mirror the boy slightly frowned at his appearance. Messy hair, a well formed beard plastered on his face. He was wearing this look for a while now. Grabbing his helmet along with everything else he would need the boy jogged out of his apartment, locking the door behind him. He always had to be careful when visiting the girl since her parents weren’t his biggest fans. Hopping on his motorcycle the boy placed the helmet on his head and started riding his way to her home. He always parked his ride a little bit further so that he wouldn’t be heard by anyone. He was always doing the same thing. Climbing up the wall he was soon jumping in her bedroom using the open window. So many nights in the past he would come in there just to lay next to her and cuddle her. He was trying to not be noticed but part of him was just sure that she understood he was there. No wonder why he was always waking up, finding his body wrapped up with hers. Leaving his helmet on the desk, Jace smirked as his eyes landed on the one he was there for. “Did I take long?” he asked licking his lips as he leaned towards her placing his lips against hers for one gentle kiss.

She carefully dripped the petite wand into the tube, removing it after a moment’s thought and lifting the small, liquid-covered brush to adolescent that peered back at her through the reflective glass, and layering the final coat of charcoal colored mascara onto her thick, upturned eyelashes. Everything, down to every final lash that lined the her golden hues, had to be perfectly made-up -- from her chocolate locks to the neat, freshly-painted ends of her nails, Rowan Leicester made it of utmost importance to appear as physically perfect as she could. That’s just how she viewed things, that they always had to be perfect; her mother always said there was a certainty that came with bearing the Leicester name, and even though the woman wasn’t one by birth, she adopted the ideology that there was an image to uphold, and she passed it on to her impressionable offspring. Puckering her berry-stained lips, forming a small oval shape as she eyed the painted canvas of a young women that was laid before her, Rowan allowed a small sigh of pleasure -- or, depending on those who overlooked, one of displeasure, because although she appeared to obtain the small features, the girl in the mirror wasn’t who Rowan believed herself to truly be -- to escape the painted ring before sliding off the small stool, carefully tugging on the ends of her frayed sweater as she padded across the tiled flooring of her vanity room and into the plush, carpeted bottom that lined the floors of her room. Because of their last minute decision to come together once more, Rowan had left the surroundings of her room in a complete wreck, with clothes strewn about in a manner that replicated that of something that would remain after a strong storm -- perfection may have tainted her views of herself, but it sure as hell didn’t affect the way she maintained her living space. 

Leaning forward, the brunette grasped a thin piece of satin material between her fingertips, pulling it upwards a moment after and placing it beneath her arm, following this pattern around the room until the floor remained barren of cloth material and shoving whatever she collected beneath the wooden frame of her bed. It was just as she stood there, one arm wrapped around herself and the other cradling her chin, making a mental note to really clean the bedroom up later, that she noticed the muffled sounds of an engine echoing in the silence that had fallen upon the desolate street below her window. A soft smile crept onto her features as the boy climbed through the window, eventually moving to resemble a full-on beam of happiness as he came closer to her. “Sorta,” she shrugged, glancing upward to meet his quick gaze before allowing her lips to collide with his for a brief second. “Only a few minutes longer and I would’ve had to call someone else to keep me company,” the words fell from her mouth as she wrapped her thin arms around his waist, lifting her chin so that her soft giggles were directed his way.  “And, y’know, that would’ve been a shame,” Rowan bit down on her lip before continuing, bucking her knees in a way that would cause the connected pair to tumble down and fall atop the messy pile of sheets that were crumpled on her bed, “because I’ve been looking forward to sharing the night with you.” She untangled her upper body from his, shifting around her weight on the mattress so that she was on her side, one arm tucked beneath her thick curls and eyes traveling the length of his body. Any hesitation she might’ve once held with the boy were gone, and exhaling any feelings of fear that threatened to creep up on her in the blissful moment of peace alongside him, Rowan allowed her fingers to slowly creep up the side of his abdomen and interlock with Jace’s, bring a small, closed-lip small to her thin face.

ink my skin with your name // jace and rowan.

Text: Ro

Parker: hey ro, im feeling shitty, come over? pls? i mean, if u wanna

Rowan: aw, bud :-( i'm always down for a lil parks & ro time. u want me to bring u anything?

I don't think there's a part of you that I haven't seen. How often do you get them done? I feel like every time I turn around you've gotten a new one somewhere, or your planning your next one out. Not that I mind, though, they look good on you. My parents hate everyone, and they're sure as hell never finding out that you were the one climbing in through the window those late nights. Something about your leather jacket and motorcycle would have them up in arms within seconds - so, we're just gonna keep this little afternoon of fun on the quiet, alright? Yeah, well, I'd rather have a weird vibe about me than be considered the twin that's a complete asshole. Reed's fun, but he's not someone I would like to call a friend. Parker's there for me and I'm there for him, we're just close like that. He's a babe, y'know. 

Have you seen my tattoos? They’re all great and you know why? Cause I drew none of them actually. No, I’m kidding I drew everything on paper and handed it to the specialist to ink it on me. I can’t fuck it up too bad don’t worry. Spending jail time besides you wouldn’t be too bad anyway. I’m sure your parents hate me already and they don’t even know I’ve spent lots of time on your very own bed. I’m glad we’re about to refresh each other’s memories on that. Cool kid? Um, if you wanna call him that. You know, Reed is a really close pal of mine and Parker has this weird vibe. He’s a cool kid but I wouldn’t call him a friend of mine. I’m glad you two stick to being friendly only.

Maybe? Tattoo removal costs an arm and leg, and as willing as my parents are to provide for me, they won't be too pleased to find that their daughter allowed Northbay's very own troublemaker to ink her up. I'm putting my life in your hands here, Moreno, don't fuck it up with your surprises. YOLO, right? Thank God that orange is one of my good colors, or else we'd have a slight problem with those years in jail. Er, nothing? Parker's one of the cool kids, at least in my opinion. We're friends. Or something.

I’d be really pissed if someone drew a penis on my thigh so I’d rather not do that to you. Maybe I’ll draw something pretty good on you. But that’s a surprise you’re about to discover really soon. It’s been long enough since we’ve done something really fun so we can combine your first tattoo with fun activities on the couch. Don’t worry, if you’re with me the cops would never catch you plus life is short and we need to live every bit of it. What’s life without the risk of spending some years in jail for vandilizing stuff? Why would you mention Parker what’s the deal with Reed’s brother? Anything I should know about?

The fact that you've got a random tattoo gun just laying around somewhere in your stupid little apartment makes me giggle. Always a fun time at Jace's place. I'm pretty confident you're not the type to accidentally doodle a penis down my thigh, but just remember: if you do happen to fuck something up, and it's permanently stained on my skin, I will kick your ass without hesitation. Uh, a good majority of everything? Like, y'know, getting a tattoo and potentially involving myself in criminal activity. I'd much rather it be your than, say, Parker or someone. 

Tattoos are a great way to express yourself. Art is in the eye of the beholder after all right? It must be your lucky day since I’m pretty sure I’ve a tattoo gun laying somewhere in my apartment. As long as you trust me with your body enough to let me mark it forever then I can ink you whenever you feel like doing it. Anything sounds better with me? Literally, anything? This reminds me of certain situations in the past and I can say that a lot of things are really good when we do them together.

Tattoos are my favorite! But, I'm way too scared to follow through with getting one of my own. There's an entire notebook somewhere in my room with various ideas and trains of thought that I'd like to get inked, but there's just something about the whole needle and skin thing that freaks me out. Maybe you can give me my first one, babe? Anything sounds better with you.

I think art should be more relevant because it’s a great thing. I mostly do tagging and I’ve had some photography experience. Tattoos are art too so I like them as well. I like the fact that I can combine my love for street sports like skateboard or bicycle riding with street art. That requires you posing nude. If you’re willing to do it I’m willling to draw you, babe. Don’t they say it’s better when it’s forbidden? I live up to that sentence.

Oh, and you're just rolling in the chicks, aren't you? I've never really thought artists we're that interesting, especially the ones that walk around with their whole tortured, sex god thing, but it's not too shabby of a look for you. Can you paint me like one of those French girls? Crime, shrime. There's a rush that comes with it, and it's an unexplainable feeling. 

Who would have thought right?  The lost cause of Northbay being really artistic and all. But it’s no secret that I paint on walls and chicks also dig that. It’s just really exciting to me. I will give you small tips on how to paint and all. Isn’t that kind of a crime though? Doing things in public areas? I love the thrill anyway.

Well, my fantasies are usually brought to life through words and I can't draw for shit, so let's just leave the whole tagging thing to you and I'll just sit back, relax, and compliment you as we go. Wait, that's actually so cute? Jace Moreno, the artist - who would've thought. Restrooms, or any other public location, really. 

It’s pretty simple and all you got to do is know how to draw and have a wild fantasy. Art has me in an aw 99% of time so the fact that I’m able to do this satisfies me a lot. There’s something special about art, in all of its forms. Places like restaurant’s restroom or something? I’m in.

Er, maybe? I've always just been intrigued by how you like, create something on such a basic surface and whatnot. Oh, well, in that case, you'll just have to teach me to skateboard and buy me a meal, too. Maybe try out a few of those public locations we've yet to cross off that list.

You’ve always wanted me to watch painting walls? I can take you with me one day I guess but I’m always going skateboarding first so I’ll just keep you busy for some hours.

Oh, me gusta. As long as we don't get caught, you willing to have a tagalong for your next trip? I've always wanted to watch you. 

Where’s the thrill in that? I don’t like playing safe, I like playing with fire.

I'm sorry, and this is, what? The fifth time someone's chased you down for marking up their property with your silly little pictures? Go buy like, a giant roll of paper or something. Much less of a risk.

This old man starting running after me for tagging on the wall behind his house. Old people these days.

 Huh, y'know, I've always had quite a bit of trouble telling you and Parker apart -- 'cause of like, the whole curly-haired, green-eyed twin thing -- but there's no denying who's who once you open your mouths. Glad you'll have an in-house fuck. Lovely business she's making for herself. 

So our new maid arrived this morning, and I think I found a new reason to stay home.

True, but y'know, you could never go wrong with something a simple and classic as messy bed - mainstream or not, it's a timeless piece of furniture. But, the shower, yeah. Unfortunately, that's one that hasn't quite been crossed from my list. We'll make the most of a TV-less night.

Uhm, yes exactly. You can’t do much on a table, you must hop off it right afterwards and a bed is just too mainstream. Let me think for a second. Oh, shower, showers are fun places too right? But hey TV is not essential I might as well refresh your memory on some situations.

Er, maybe? I'm fairly sure that it's, like, a minor part of it. But, like, at the same time, it's also it's own subject with it's own points and topics. Biology's the science of living organisms, whereas Anatomy is the study of the structure and makeup of them, which is basically Biology on a deeper level? Actually, no, fuck that. Who knows. Study my body. I mean, what?

That’s a very good, uh, a very good point, Ro. Isn’t anatomy a part of bio? I thought, um, I thought the idea was to stop studying bio. I don’t really get it..

You're welcome? There's going to be over a thousand tests in your life, but only one me. I think we can get a steady grasp on our priorities here, and truly realize what's important versus what's not. Uh, you could study some anatomy? That's always been my favorite.

I’m sure not studying for one, um, bio test would be alright, but, uh, thank you? Well, I, uh, that c-could be, I mean, would be pretty okay with me, um, if you did that. So. Yeah. W-what else would I study?

Oops, right, my bad. I've forgotten that I'm the only one in this family that somehow made it out of the womb with an acceptable pair of breasts. Feel free to post one of my nudes, though.

Yeah, my B cup tits really get the lads goin’.