I like tattoos. A lot.
If I were less of a chicken, I’d have quite a few more than I do now. Alas, I shall let young Kasey live the excessively inked life for me until I decide to expand my own collection!
As a side note, I’ll be posting a new prompt tomorrow, but next week may be response and prompt-less as I will be on vacation and possibly without the magical interwebs (or at the very least, too busy enjoying life on a beach to want to stick my nose to the screen). I apologize in advance because I know that must be terribly disappointing, but posts should resume as scheduled on May 13th. 🙂
The ink in her forearms started to glow a brilliant blue, which spread up her arms into her neck, then back down across her shoulders and under her shirt. Moments later, the skin of her thighs left uncovered by denim glowed in gentle streaks that wrapped around toward her ankles. Kasey stared at her hands in awe, unsure whether to scream or sing. It was a magical sight, but when she dared to look at Emilie, Kasey’s excitement faded and she mimicked the concern in her friend’s face.
Emilie was watching her closely, fear clearly visible in her expression. “What are you?” she whispered. Kasey didn’t know how to respond and the shrug she gave felt like an enormous copout. A cloud pulled across the sky, blocking out the moonlight and the blue glow faded from Kasey’s body as quickly as it had come. Both girls simultaneous turned to look at the soft sphere of moonlight in the sky, but while Emilie looked ready to break into a sprint in any direction, Kasey was starting to feel the rush of adrenaline in her veins and she turned her focus back to her tattoos.
For all of her eighteen years, Kasey had thought the marks on her skin a curse, as though they were just something that made her revolting in the eyes of her peers. Now, knowing they held a secret of their own, she realized they were what made her unique. And she was going to find out just how far that secret ran.