<div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/d889479f0d831d3a59fda24e5e27c1ff/tumblr_mwzeh7KhXU1qgpotro1_1280.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Randall Walker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239063.msg11785509#msg11785509)<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Stud/Hand<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Lunch->Dinner<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Pond<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Adriana<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>He watched, somehow calmed by the simple, straight-forward act of her laying out the meal, though her silence made him wonder if she meant for him to start things off.  So, even as he took pleasure and comfort in watching her arrange the food on the blanket, he tried to formulate a stimulating and casual conversation starter.  It was harder than he'd anticipated, and he exhaled with relief when she finally rescued him.  "Oh, jesus.  I thought you were waiting for<em>me</em>to talk and my damn brain couldn't come up with anything but pathetic movie quotes."  He chuckled as he grabbed a beer and used the bottle-opener on his keychain to remove the cap before offering it to her.<br/><br/>"Well, if you want to know about my ink, it seems like removing my shirt is the first logical step.  So, if that was really your agenda, you picked the perfect way to go about it."  He grinned at her as he relinquished the icy bottle into her keeping, and began unbuttoning his shirt.  "Though, given how often you watch me in the barn, you probably know what I look like shirtless better than I do."  A teasing curl tugged at the corner of his mouth as he glanced up through his unruly mop of hair and slipped the crisp shirt off his shoulders to fold neatly and lay it aside on the blanket.<br/><br/>"Kali, here..."  He spread one large, calloused hand over the face inked across his abdomen.  "...is the greatest of all deities, according to Tantra yoga. The highest of the male gods, Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva, are said to 'rise from her like bubbles in the sea'.  She is forever, and it is from her that all things were born.  She is the goddess of time, creation, change and destruction.  When I was in West Bengal a few years back with my team, I decided to have her face tattooed by this local woman, along with the lotus.  The red lotus represents the heart, and the open petals remind me that no matter how painful it might be sometimes, you can't close off your heart.  Some days I really need that reminder."<br/><br/>His fingers absently traced the outline of the lotus on his throat for a moment, before his hand dropped to pick up an unopened beer, eyes focused on the task as he popped the top.  "Sorry.  There's pretty much a story like that for every tattoo.  I don't get them unless it's important, because they hurt like a bitch and needles freak me out."  He glances up as he takes a swig off his beer, wiping the foam off his lower lip with his free hand.  "Do you have any ink?"