“Miri. They bring good fortune and eternal life,” He turned around. There was a pack of cigarettes in his hand and a lighter. “Want one?”
I held my hand out. “Tell me I’ve made you a smoker. And why do you have it anyway? Like, I know Serpents have snakes on their body but not like… actual tattoos. And you have what? Only one?”
“It’s relaxing.” He was walking to me. He placed the cigarette between my lips and lit it before doing the same for his and sitting beside me. “And I got the tattoo because my Mother asked. As my father’s… son, it’s not a necessity but she believed I needed the balance.”
“Balance?”
He took a drag. “Celestial bodies represent yin and yang and a snake is that. A balance. She hoped that somehow, no matter whatever it was, that was… wrong with me from my Father.”
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