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Paradise - Chapter Three

Originally posted by couplenotes

September 24th, 2016 - Westminster, London

Eva P.O.V.

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Something woke me from my sleep. I couldn’t figure out what it was until the noise happened again. Even though the rooms are soundproof I rarely slept with the door closed. I got up not bothering to put anything on. I gathered it was Bill making the noise as there was none else in the apartment. Well, apart from Ragnar and he didn’t make that kind of noise. When I was outside his door I heard it again. It wasn’t quite a shout more like an anxious cry. I opened his door and crept in. I turn the bedside lamp on its lowest setting. Waking to a low-lit room helped calm all my siblings down after a nightmare, a trick that my mother taught me. I sat on the bed beside him and rested a hand on his back.

“Bill. Bill wake up sweetheart.”

I rubbed his back slightly harder. He jerked in his sleep and opened his eyes.

“Bill you were having a nightmare.”

He rolled onto his back and sighed. “It was horrible.”

I rubbed his arm, “Do you want to talk about it?”

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robo-loo  asked:

How do you decide what you want for a tattoo? Ive always wanted one, but I have no idea what image to get.

Good question. I honestly think the answer depends on how much of a risk taker you are. In all honesty for my first tattoo i just picked something off the wall of my local tattoo store that i thought looked cool 🤷‍♀️. Okay yes i was like 15 at the time and 15 year olds are more likely to do dumb shit like that haha. But in saying that i also dont believe at all that tattoos need to have meaning and i am willing to take the risk to get something i like now even if my older self hates it. I have always thought to myself that i shouldnt regret my decisions because at the time it was exactly what i wanted. I think overthinking can lead us to holding back and not taking a chance. Bodies arent tiny, there is room for more and cover ups/ removals exist for a reason. So i say pick something you think looks cool and go for it… onh but dont forget to research your artist!!!!!