Two forearms in a sepia photo: the upper arm has fine line script reading Be Enchanted, and the lower arm has a small outlined heart near the wrist.

Be Enchanted script and small heart on forearms

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two arms rest on bedding in a sepia-toned photograph. The upper forearm carries the words Be Enchanted in thin, handwriting-style black line lettering, with the E larger than the other letters. Below, a small heart outline sits on the lower forearm near the wrist, drawn in a single delicate line with no shading.

Fine line Lettering Forearm Script Word Heart

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Ailsa had been sent to Corrow Keep in November with a clipboard, a flask of tea and instructions to count every stone the council might one day have to pay for. The rain came sideways through the window arches of the great hall, and after two days she had stopped minding it. Nobody had lived in the keep for three hundred years. Ivy had got into everything, and the chapel vault smelled of wet mortar and sheep.

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On the third afternoon a loose block shifted under her boot and revealed a tin box, its lid bloomed with rust. Inside lay a bundle of letters tied with green wool. They were written by a gardener called Tobias Wren to a woman named Isolde who kept the north tower, and most of them closed the same way, with a line he had clearly been pleased with: Be enchanted, my love, and I will come back before the frost. Ailsa read them by torchlight, sitting on a fallen capital, until her fingers went numb.

There was only one reply. It was written in pencil on the back of a seed packet, in a hand that pressed hard into the paper: The ivy is thick on the south wall this year. If you come, look low by the postern, where I have marked the way. Ailsa went out at dusk with the torch. The ivy was tangled and wet, but at the height of a wrist, on a sandstone block that had once been the postern step, someone had scratched a small heart with a single line and no shading.

She crouched there a long time. Then she copied the heart onto the back of her survey sheet and wrote the stone's number beside it, as the job required. Underneath, because nobody would ever check, she wrote the words the gardener had sent.