you were married to a local healer

Surprisingly, he was also a tattoo artist

his hands did wonders

he had skills that went unnoticed

until you got hurt

breaking your arm in the process

Your husband sat next to you while he was healing your arm

he pulled out pieces of paint

gently painting your arm as he was soft

"This is an tatau. I wish I could make it more permanent."

he smiled softly while making a certain design on your arm

"There..now we're matching my love"