Black and white photo of a fine line Always script tattoo on one ankle and a fine line triangle, circle and vertical line symbol on the other ankle.

Always script and triangle symbol on ankles

Fine line · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

Two bare ankles are shown side by side in a black and white photo. The left ankle has the word Always in a flowing, cursive script in thin black linework. The right ankle has a fine outlined triangle with a circle and a vertical line inside it, with the image cropped close around the feet.

Fine line Lettering Ankle Always Script Triangle Circle Deathly hallows Symbol Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The ferryman had already taken the coin from under my brother's tongue when Teles began to argue, and I knew then that we would be standing on that black shingle until the sun went down over the lake of the dead. He was not a monster. He had the patient hands of a fisherman and smelled of tar and wet rope, and he kept turning his oar over in the shallows as if checking the grain for rot.

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Teles, the eldest, had always wanted to win. He asked for the oar itself, a length of ash that would never snap in a storm, and the ferryman laughed and handed it over. Dion asked for the whetstone that could sharpen a dead man's memories so they would come back to him at dawn, and the ferryman rubbed it on his sleeve and gave that too. Then it was my turn, and I had nothing to ask for but the one thing I had never managed to say aloud. I asked him to mark the wood so the living would know who had passed this way and gone willingly.

He took a charred stick from the fire and drew a triangle on the back of the oar, then a circle inside it, and through the circle a single straight line. Beneath them, in letters as thin as a spider's leg, he wrote ALWAYS. "That is a door," he said, "not a promise." I did not believe him.

When I reached the far bank, Dion was sitting on the steps with the whetstone in his lap, and Teles was already gone up the path with his ash oar over his shoulder. I held out my own hand to show Dion the mark. He did not speak. He only traced the circle with one finger, the way our mother used to trace the rim of a cup before she filled it.