When Jesus pulls back, Drake just smiles at him for a moment before nodding and pulling his shirt off. There's nothing immediately visible, until he extends his forearms with the undersides of his wrists facing up.
Each one has one line of Ephemera's last note to him, in the scarred man's tight, neat script. On his right wrist is the 'thank you.' and the left is 'love you.' They look healed already, but that's probably no mystery around here where there's all kinds of magical means available to do so.
"One more," Drake says, turning around. There's a shark on the upper right of his back, curved around his shoulderblade as if it's swimming up towards his shoulder. In flowing script amongst the swirls of water around its tail is 'know yourself.'
Jesus wouldn't have ever seen the tattoo it's referencing, but it's intentionally different from that one. If he's interested in the meaning, Drake will explain.
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Each one has one line of Ephemera's last note to him, in the scarred man's tight, neat script. On his right wrist is the 'thank you.' and the left is 'love you.' They look healed already, but that's probably no mystery around here where there's all kinds of magical means available to do so.
"One more," Drake says, turning around. There's a shark on the upper right of his back, curved around his shoulderblade as if it's swimming up towards his shoulder. In flowing script amongst the swirls of water around its tail is 'know yourself.'
Jesus wouldn't have ever seen the tattoo it's referencing, but it's intentionally different from that one. If he's interested in the meaning, Drake will explain.