Fine black dotwork tattoo of two crossed botanical sprigs on the inner forearm.

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Crossed botanical sprigs on a forearm

Botanical · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows two slender sprigs with small clusters of leaves or flowers, crossing each other in a loose X shape. The clusters are built from fine stippled dots, while the stems are drawn as single thin black lines. The design is in black ink only, set against pale skin on a plain light background.

Botanical Fine line Dotwork Forearm Sprig Branch Foliage Leaves Plant

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

You cut the myrtle at dusk because the old gardener's knife is blunt and he will not sharpen it before the feast. The sprigs are heavy with pale clusters, and the last bees are droning back toward the hives on the terrace wall. Your sister waits at the gate of the villa with an empty basket on her hip and the look she always wears when she has already decided something.

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The wedding is for Lucia, the magistrate's daughter, who wants her doorway crowned with something that smells of the sea. You bind two long sprigs with flax thread, but the first knot slips and the leaves tear loose. So you cross the stems in a loose X and tie them where they meet, pulling until the thread bites. Lucius, the steward's boy, watches from the colonnade and says the bride's mother will count every leaf before she lets anyone past the door.

Your sister takes the crossed pair from you when the lamps are lit in the lower street. She does not mention the grain ship that leaves Ostia at dawn, or the coin sewn into the hem of her tunic, or the cousin who promised her a bed in the city. She only turns the sprigs in the lamplight and says the knot is good, better than yours would have been a year ago.

By morning the myrtle will have dried to the colour of old bread, but the bound place will still hold, and the bride will walk beneath it without looking up. You stand at the gate until the ship's bell rings across the harbour, then go back inside and find the spare flax thread in your pocket, where she always left it for you.