and_survive: ([pb] headshot)
Her first tattoo, she'd gotten alone. Or, not really alone, since the tattoo artist had been great and they were still friendly. But it had been her and the person with the needle, essentially. She was kind of thrilled to be doing it this time with Rapunzel. Both of their designs were personal, were about them, but getting them together meant there was that little point of connection, that memory that went with it. That was pretty good, she thought. It went with the spirit of her giraffe.

Of course, Rapunzel had designed hers, so there was that, too. It was almost kind of backwards, like Rapunzel had given her Ellie a gift for Rapunzel's birthday. (Which was why Ellie was going to insist on paying, because birthdays worked the other way.)

They were meeting there, so Ellie lingered in the waiting area, looking at the flash on the walls (for people who didn't have cool artist friends to do their tattoo designs, poor saps) and listening to a particularly squeamish customer make a pained noise every few moments. She wasn't especially concerned about Rapunzel having that issue. Punz was tough. If anything, given what Ellie had heard about ribcage tattoos, she might be the one that needed a hand to squeeze.
and_survive: ([pb] lean sad)
She hadn't been there for the rescue, and she still had complicated feelings about that. She wasn't surprised that no one had called on her, and she didn't even know that they should have. The people organized the rescue didn't know her, had resources and strengths she didn't. She knew how to survive; she still didn't know how to survive in a way that left everyone alive. She thought it might even be impossible for her.

But she was still angry. At being passed over, a little. Some about the part of her that was relieved that she hadn't had to go in there and do those horrible things. But mostly that she hadn't been able to help. People she cared about had been put through hell, and she hadn't been able to do anything, and what had been the point of surviving all that she had if it wasn't to help?

Because she'd been through her own kinds of hell, and the thought of Rapunzel, with all her sweetness and light, having to go through circumstances anything like that, for as long as she had, it tore her up inside. That sort of thing could linger. She knew, because it had lingered in her. Still did, really.

But maybe that was the point. She didn't know that she could do much. She couldn't fix everything, but she thought she had something that might help. She still remembered how much the giraffes had meant, and while she didn't have giraffes, she had something. Rapunzel would've dug it even before, she thought, and she would've been excited to show her then, but now it seemed extra important.

So she'd texted to see if she was free, that she had something to show her, told her to wear outdoors-y clothes, and was now waiting outside her building, perched on the hood of the beat-up pickup she'd poured a fair bit of her earnings from Enchanted Forest into, to have something to do errands and transport stuff out to Konoha-Uchi. And now, people to important woodland destinations.

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