awsometastical101

It had become routine, that was all. Nothing more, nothing less. It had started out rather simple as well. Azarel had always loved his natural markings. They were lines running from under his eyes to mid-cheek and was double crossed at the top. They were like natural born tattoos and something that Azarel was proud of. But from a few feet back they were hard to see, as his markings were only a few shades darker than his already copper complexion.The idea came as he was wondering about looking for a comfortable reading spot. He saw a lady using a pencil on her eyes and making weird faces into a compact mirror. He knew it was a custom for mo...