A/N: I hope this short exploration of Seth/Aislinn isn't too OOC, but I had fun writing this anyway.


Seth, almost completely and colorfully inked from neck down, was like a museum. There was so much for Aislinn to see that she didn't know about him and felt she couldn't freely touch. She was afraid to feel them in fear of shattering any meaning attached to the tattoo. It seemed irrational but the fact that each piece of ink was lovingly placed and some even, as strange as it sounded, seemed to artistically blur together, made Aishlinn fear Seth and think of him as a person with so many unseen facets.

She loved him even if it was hard to admit it at times and he was her rock. But the nagging feeling that Aislinn didn't know Seth as well as she thought frightened her just a bit.

At night, during the nights where she felt comfortable staying in the same bed as Seth, she would let her finger draw shapes down from the top of his shoulder blade and zig-zag her way down his back. It was a privilege to find a pathway of tattoos that told such a beautiful (and maybe tragic) story. She couldn't imagine life without Seth and his storybook of tattoos. By touching his tattoos, Aislinn rationalized, was like knowing a small part of him. The gap of the unknown was filled just a bit and Aislinn could breathe slightly easier.

As Aislinn fell asleep that night with the fantasy of the sensation of Seth's tattoos in her mind, she remembered that she should ask just what each tattoo meant.