Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-26854056-20170625214153

"The fucker can expect to get shot a hundred times in the pancreas for what he did to you. Husband-beating piece of shit."

Despite his aggressive words, he miraculously managed to keep his emotions under control, running his hands through his mane of hair once again as he shakily sighed, the frown ever-so-prominent on his face.

As he paced the room, he unzipped his coat, putting it to the side as he tugged his short-sleeved white T-shirt back in its place.

Although it was faint, the design that lovingly embraced his left shoulder down to his wrist was easily visible in the gloomy room. With such a bright white and pale blue decorating his skin, it was a miracle that he didn't glow in the dark. The design itself was small clusters of forget-me-nots and bindweed that were all connected in a web of rich emerald green, the white ink that served as a highlight on top of the foliage giving it a startlingly realistic look to it, as if you could reach out and touch the waxy stems in an instant. The attention to detail was magnificent, with some flowers bruised and wilted, if you looked even closer, you could see the ridges where the petal fold. With such stark colours contrasting to his dark skin tone, it looked like he was growing entire clusters of stunning flowers right on his shoulder.

The prospect of such a feminine subject being permanently etched onto his skin was slightly surprising regarding how much of a serious and intimidating person he was. His embarrassment was understandable, but it was that he wore a leather jacket in 82°F Miami weather to hide that factor alone.

Amazingly, Elijah ignored the fact, quickly hanging up his jacket and continuing to ramble on about multiple ways on how he was going to deal with his acquaintance's former lover in... excruciating detail.

"Well... Maybe not shoot him. I'll make sure the bastard gets in jail though, and just stare at him angrily for the entire tim-