He closed his eyes, the lids fluttering faintly as he felt her lips move over his scar. "Covering up the ugliness with something as wonderful as you - felt right." He wondered how she'd take the one on his back, and he stood up slowly. "Don't cry?" He turned around and took off his shirt, dropping it by his feet.
Artan had done good work, per usual. The square crossed both of his shoulder blades, extending halfway down his back. The first line was very much like the tattoo on his left wrist - a line of forget-me-nots, bright blue against his pale skin. The line extended upward where it met a line that looked like it was taken from a sheet of music (mostly because it was), the notes extending over toward another line. It was a throwing dagger swooping down, which was met by a line that looked as much like Shadow as anything stationary could. The Shadow line met the forget-me-nots again, completing the square.