Inked

Like the dickens. That gave Mali pause, along with her already established thoughts on the matter. Theo'd managed to her get her hand and was doing heart melting things like pressing his lips against her fingers, same fingers that had been splinched off countless times. "Hey!" she said with mock offense complete with a scoff. "That's not true! It's not every other week! It's been at least a month!!" A whole entire month. That was four weeks without splinching, dashing his claim of every other week. "Or.." the witch sheepishly admitted "Maybe three..." But his claim was still dashed with that three week stint. "Besides..." she wiggled all those regrown fingers "You sort've go numb to it after the second time a digit's been regrown. I think it's nerve damage."

She didn't quite believe his whole 'like the dickens' spiel but holding his hand was too appealing to challenge it. "Deal." His laugh made her feel warm and tingly inside and so did holding his hand. She towed him along by said hand 'til they got to the building. Clean-Ish was a good word for it. "Faces are off limits?" she questioned with an amused smile on her lips and eyebrows raised in faux curiosity. "Don't you think my face would look aces permanently inked on your forehead?" The imagery made her laugh and tipped off another stream of questions. "D'you really think they mean it when they say indelible? Surely we could figure out somehow to magic it away? Nothing's really so permanent that magic couldn't remove it?"

Permanent seemed like an awful lot of commitment, even if it wasn't Theo's face. What if she chose the wrong color? She liked pink now, but what if in two years she couldn't stand the sight of it? "But then... I've never been able to remove a permanent sticking charm.. Maybe they use it in the ink, or something. Maybe they really mean it." there was tight twinge in her chest, but somehow the fact that Theo liked owls helped her move past it. She liked owls too. "Me too. That would be." The witch held up her wrist and tilted her head, imagining a tiny inked owl circling her wrist. "What's your favorite color? I'll get it in that. Burgundy? You always look so good in it, it should be your favorite. Maybe that's why you were a Gryffindor?" She dropped her wrist and turned to face Theo. "Or maybe blue. You look good in blue, too." They were there for tattoos but Mali was so enamored with Theo that she slipped her arms around his waist, content to just hold him outside of the shop 'til the sun went down. Or until they decided on their tattoos."You look good in everything. What will you get?"

If he was going to do that, he could accuse her of splinching herself every single day. The brush of his lips against the fingers in question made her skin tingle and Mali fell just a little more in love with Theo. Love really was an endless abyss, whenever she thought she'd finally loved him as much as anyone could love someone he did something that managed to drive her feelings a little deeper. There was no end or cap to it and that was absolutely fine because it felt wonderful and he was sure to return the affection. The only feeling better than loving Theo was being loved by him. "No need to worry about that." she soothed, beaming. "I'm pretty good at not bleeding to death or even near death. I always check to make sure I've got everything when I arrive."

He, the beautiful troll that he was, was going to look even more beautiful with her face tattooed right in the middle of his head. Mali reached her free hand to tap the same spot that he did. "Maybe we can charm the tattoo to talk. Meg would like that, mm? She'd never escape me if I was plastered across your forehead." It would drive the blonde batty, that was for sure. "How is she, by the way?" There was a definite note of concern in her voice, Meg'd been through a lot, but she was too happy to dwell on it along. Soon she was pondering the meaning of indelible and Theo was bringing up Unbreakable Vows "I think you can break them if you had your fingers crossed." the witch mused as she gazed up at the sign, tapping a finger against her own cheek in thought. "That was the rumor 'round the common room anyway. Never did test it out." The wink and the joke did help to allay her anxiety a little.

There was that nice little skin tingle again, this time on her forehead. "Is it that obvious? You're hard to resist." There was no shame, only a wink of her own. Burgundy was close enough to pink and that made it the perfect color for the tattoo. A combination that favored both of them, Theo's darker features against her bright and colorful ones. "Well, won't my face instantly remind you of me?" she teased with a friendly little nudge. "Or maybe a Niffler? You can get Greta tattoo'd on you. Or a pygmy puff? I feel like they'd be my patronus if I had one. Small and cute and they to sing. I figure they probably like to eat too, that's why they're so round and fluffy." Her grin brightened at the mental image of a pygmy puff bouncing around on Theo's skin. "I dunno though, can you pull off something so cute?"

Definitely. They were definitely going to get dragged through the street for making the dark denizens of Knockturn Alley sick on their sweetness. "What a coincidence." she said with the most cheesily love sick grin that she had. "Every piece of me likes you, too." Oh, that didn't quite sound as clever or cute as it did in her head, but given the amount of love drifting between the two of them it wasn't likely to matter. They could fall back into nothing but Trollish grunts and it wouldn't dampen her happy, love drunk mood. They were about to permanently mark their bodies with little reminders of each other, nothing could dampen that.

First, they had decide what marks were actually going and where. Theo accused her of sassing his sister and Mali was tempted to stomp her foot and petulantly declare that she was not, in fact, sassy but there was a note of something in his voice and his laugh that was off. She knew all of Theo's nuances and edges, nooks and crannies. She couldn't hug away what had happened to his sister, but Mali could certainly try... So she did. She plastered herself to his side, an arm snaking around his waist to pull him as close as humanly possible. "I'm--" The requisite 'I'm sorry' when she heard something bad was dangerous here. There was a degree of guilt over what happened to Meg. The Ashlands would never be tangled up in the werewolf business if it wasn't for her and to apologize for Meg's misfortune would plunge her down a dark hole she wasn't ready to flounder around in. "She'll be alright. Meg's really strong, it's just gonna take a little bit of time."

Vows and death were surprisingly a lighter subject then talking about the youngest Ashland. Strange, considering how lively and bright the woman was. "S'a good thing that we never got around to trying it out then, mm?" Theo liked the pygmy puff idea and she laughed at the mock injured feelings. "You're right, they're going to throw stones at your over inflated ego. Where are you going to get the pygmy puff? On your wrist? Maybe your shoulder. It should be pink, don't you think?" The witch towed the big troll into the shop by the hand. The walls were covered with tattoo art. Grinning skulls that stuck out long, sinister tongues, thestrals that flapped their wings, snakes that slithered and Gryffindor-esque lions that roared. Somehow cutesy owls and pygmy puffs felt out of place there but Mali wasn't deterred, tugging Theo over to the wall to marvel at the drawings.