harley westward

No black magic can control me and no curse can let you own me

Harley relished in that short-lived victory at recovering her pilfered goods from that slimy weasel of a man. The woman contently placing the inks back in their rightful place, filling in the missing spaces on her display before crouching easily to place them within the lower cabinets. Her features went from victorious and mischievous, to well... severed off at the realization that the fox girl from Tetradore's pack was sitting there in her chair.

She hadn't expected to see someone from Tetradore's pack in her chair. Not to mention one that had already very clearly spoken out some strongly poor opinions of her. Maybe it was some kind of mistake? Alexis avoided the mention of Tetradore but then admitted to wanting a tattoo.

"I am actually surprised. On all counts." Harley replied with striking honesty to Alexis' sudden interest in her, considering all the reasons why and finding not a single one beyond alpha sending her for whatever reason.

"I believe your last words to me were of my lack of compassion." Harley's jaw tightened, recalling the moment with perfect clarity. The raven-haired woman's striking eyes, usually filled with a defiant violet fire peered over her shoulder to study the were-fox sitting in her chair before closing up the cabinet door. Harley promptly rose to her feet, turning to lean against her work table, arms crossed over her chest as she fixed her gaze upon the woman with a hard stare as if she could figure it all out on a mere look. Far too many people cowered under it and her sharpened tongue that didn't quite find the moment to lash out, not when the woman appeared to be so... nervous. That and she was a client.

She was used to those nerves from people, after all, they were getting something permanently inked into their skin. It was a big deal. But this seemed different. Was she forced to be here? It was odd that with the other woman's particular judgement of character of her that she would choose to be anywhere near her.. let alone a place with a needle to her skin with her lack of compassion.

But this was her place of work, it seemed to always have a distinctly separate line between it and the rest of the horrors. It was the one sanctuary that had been left untouched.... Until now. Yet she possessed a modicum of professionalism, all the same, well, most of the time. But this crossed some kind of line that clearly reminded the woman that no matter how much she compartmentalized, that not even this place was safe. It was unsettling, far more than she allowed to slip upon her perfectly masked features. She lowered her slender arms to her sides before she took several casual strides toward the tattoo chair, slipping on her own version of a business facade. After all, Alexis wanted to show her what she wanted.

There was also a part of the woman that was infinitely intrigued in people's choices in tattoos, even though those reasons were often disappointing.. Rarely did she get to hear a good story that moved her. Harley's gaze lowered to glance over those chosen designs, she hadn't expected the woman in he chair to choose those trees. If anything, she thought she would choose flowers or something. That striking violet gaze flicked up to meet the woman's, the closest she had ever been to her. Her voice took on a professional confident tone. This was something she could do in her sleep. "You could easily go for a mix between the two styles, I can draw up a few designs, see if you want to commit to any of them.. it shouldn't take long. It would be just as easy for me to do black and white as it would fill it with colour. It just depends what you want... How big are you wanting it and where?" Hmm. She better go over the basics before she started, at least she could focus on the task at hand rather than how she felt about he presence. She awaited for a response before a slight frown settled upon her feminine features.

"I gotta ask... Does the tree have some kind of story, or some meaning behind it? It will help with the sketch. The two examples you shared have two very different meanings. One is dying and the other is thriving.... It might make for some really mixed messaging if I do that, unless you are referring to the dualism of life and death... I can take you to where you need to go, you just have to tell me." The words before were uttered without any hint of her usual sarcastic playfulness, even though she quirks a dark shaped brow at the woman in silent question.