I'm always lazy, and you always let me get away with it.

( the smile oliver shares is fond, not snarky, not full of sass. but he points it down to theo's hand, not his face, while he drops the tattoo machine down onto the blanket and reaches for his left hand. spreads his fingers, then pushes his little finger down to get it out of the way. left hand, ring finger. it'd be romantic maybe, if oliver wasn't using it as a means of possessing theo, not one to romance him. )

Keep it like this. ( pressed to oliver's chest where he puts it, just before dropping it so he can reach for the tattoo machine again and take the lid off the container. ) I fucked with the make up of black obsidian for this. The ink's like mine--just a little less refined.

( raising his own left hand to wiggle his fingers, showing off the lines adorning the back of his hand, up his middle and ring fingers, curling just around the edge of the little one. )

You'll have to trust me on the design.