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Title: Mystic tattoos
Character: Jane Doe, Agent Patterson
Word Count: 276
Prompt: mystic
Finished: 25.07.2021
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Patterson watched the woman by her side for quite a while already. Took in the bronze tone of her skin, hidden under the mystic tattoos. She had been able to find out more about the meaning of some of them, but so many secrets were still unsolved. And every new awareness would bring out more about Jane's old life. A life she didn't remember anymore; Patterson sometimes thought that it was better that way.
Not that she was overly freighted because of it, but she noticed the panic in Jane's eyes, even if she tried to hide it, whenever she told her some news about a tattoo. Like today, a tattoo on her lower back. It talked about Jane's connection with terrorist activities. Jane had slightly narrowed her eyes and turned away without saying a word, and it had hurt so much to see her like that, not being able to give her the comfort she needed.
Jane was strong, Jane was honest, and sometimes, when they were alone, she could be the most gently, most emphatic woman she had ever met. Whoever she had been once, whatever she had done, Patterson was sure that there had been a good reason for it. Even if others called her a terrorist and a killer.
„Why don't you run away in horror from me,“ Jane had asked later in the evening, when they met again, secretly as ever, in this shabby motel near the highway. „How can you love me?“
„How can I not?“ Patterson had pulled her into her arms to kiss her. At least for some hours, she would help her to forget again.
Character: Jane Doe, Agent Patterson
Word Count: 276
Prompt: mystic
Finished: 25.07.2021
:::
Patterson watched the woman by her side for quite a while already. Took in the bronze tone of her skin, hidden under the mystic tattoos. She had been able to find out more about the meaning of some of them, but so many secrets were still unsolved. And every new awareness would bring out more about Jane's old life. A life she didn't remember anymore; Patterson sometimes thought that it was better that way.
Not that she was overly freighted because of it, but she noticed the panic in Jane's eyes, even if she tried to hide it, whenever she told her some news about a tattoo. Like today, a tattoo on her lower back. It talked about Jane's connection with terrorist activities. Jane had slightly narrowed her eyes and turned away without saying a word, and it had hurt so much to see her like that, not being able to give her the comfort she needed.
Jane was strong, Jane was honest, and sometimes, when they were alone, she could be the most gently, most emphatic woman she had ever met. Whoever she had been once, whatever she had done, Patterson was sure that there had been a good reason for it. Even if others called her a terrorist and a killer.
„Why don't you run away in horror from me,“ Jane had asked later in the evening, when they met again, secretly as ever, in this shabby motel near the highway. „How can you love me?“
„How can I not?“ Patterson had pulled her into her arms to kiss her. At least for some hours, she would help her to forget again.