in the moment we’re lost and found
A/N: Here, beautifuls, is the fourth part to the tattoo au, or the adventures of vintage!Grace and punk!Hannah. It involves love and painting and kind of a dump of my own feelings into it, and I hope it is enchanting to you all. Thank you to Nicole for reading, as always, you are a fantastic support and a fantastic human.
Hannah is an artist.
She’s known this since she first felt paint stain the soft palms of her hands, bold and bright and real; she’s known this since she first felt grief turn her veins to ice and made color run from her fingers into flowers and moons and broken feathers. She is an artist in the margins of day and night, making paintings of her soft muttered nonsense into the ear of the girl she loves.