White traditional-style design of clasped hands, crossed arrows and banners with lettering, printed on a black t-shirt hanging on a wall.

Clasped hands and arrows shirt design

Traditional · Black and grey · Flash

A black t-shirt hangs on a pale wall, printed on the back with a monochrome design. Two clasped hands sit over crossed arrows, with a banner reading and a second banner beneath the hands, and the lettering arcs above and below the central motif. The white line work and solid fills are in a bold, flat traditional tattoo-style design.

Traditional Clasped hands Arrow Banner Lettering T-shirt

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The hangar lights had gone to the blue of the night cycle, so Ila could only see her brother's breath when he talked. Teo kept checking the manifest slate on his wrist as if the numbers might change if he looked away. Beyond the bay doors, the freighter Hesper's Lamp ticked and hissed as its cooling loops filled.

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"You're not getting the good bunk," she said. "The one with the window." "I'm not getting any bunk, Ila. I'm getting a crate of seed stock and a captain who calls me Tuesday." They gripped forearms the way the old tug crews had, palms locked and fingers wrapped at the wrist, the crossed arrows of the Salvage Guild stamped on the cuffs of their jackets. Her grip was tighter than she meant it to be. His stayed steady, which annoyed her.

He pressed a folded strip of printed tape into her hand. It was the kind the print booths on the Lower Ring spat out for pay slips, and she had only to unfold it to find his handwriting beneath the machine text: please don't forget me. She laughed, and it came out wet. "Forget you? You'll be back before the tea goes cold."

The airlock sealed with a sound like a held breath. Ila stood at the viewing glass until the Lamp was a single green point, then pressed her thumb to the cold pane and wrote his initials in the condensation, watching the bay's scanner log the smudge as nothing at all.