Chapter Sixteen
Aksel
“What is your specific style of tattooing?”
Aksel rubs the back of his neck, his face scrunched as he thinks the question over seriously.
“Honestly? I don’t know that I have a preferred style.
For my own tattoos, I tend to gravitate toward monochromatic realism.
I like the depth and texture that a grayscale tattoo shows.
It makes it feel grounded and timeless, like an old photo or something.
But when I’m tattooing someone else, my priority is always what they want.
Their story. Their vision. I don’t think my personal preferences should override that.
I know that’s probably not the neat marketable answer you were wanting, but it’s an honest one. ”
Cammie tilts her head, clearly not satisfied with the given answer. “So, you have no preference at all? Really?”
“If I had to pick, gun to my head, I’d say neo-traditional.
” His mouth curves a little. “I like the bold color pallets and the strong contrast that can bring to a piece. Kind of like Hale’s work.
Bright colors, harsh line, but when you put it all together, it becomes something cohesive and beautiful.
” His voice warms, and his eyes are gentle as he thinks of his mate. “I love that look.”