Neo-traditional colour tattoo on the upper arm showing a triangle, circle and galaxy-filled Deathly Hallows symbol framed by two red roses and green leaves.

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Deathly Hallows symbol with roses on upper arm

Neo-trad · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

The tattoo shows a black-outlined triangle enclosing a circle, the Deathly Hallows symbol, with a galaxy fill in purple, teal and orange and small star sparkles. Two red roses with green leaves frame the symbol on the upper arm. Bold black outlines and saturated red, pink and green ink give it a neo-traditional look, photographed against a plain pale background.

Neo-trad Upper arm Deathly hallows Triangle Circle Galaxy Star Rose Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Ada Pryce mended nets on the slip at Skerrow and did not look up when the stranger sat beside her on the wet stones. "You're in my light," she said, though the sun had gone behind him hours before. His coat dripped onto the stones without ever going dry. "Your son is still out past the Ness," he said. "Tam, in the Maid of Lune. The sea owes you three things, and I have come to pay them."

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She asked what the three things were. He held out a pebble with a hole worn clean through its middle and said any boat carrying it would find its way home through any weather. She refused. Every boat that came home had once carried a stone like that, and she knew the names of the ones it had taken in return. He offered a wooden oar that would fill any net with herring. She refused that too, because the herring had to come from somewhere.

The third thing he held a long time before showing her. It was a small clear triangle of glass with a ring inside it and a single line through the ring. When she lifted it to the harbour light, the water inside turned purple and teal and warm orange, with sparks drifting through it like cinders. Through the glass she saw a rock on the Ness, a driftwood fire, and Tam sitting beside it with a net across his knees, mending it, alive.

"How far is he?" she asked. "As far as the sea goes," said the stranger, and he was gone before she could ask anything else. Ada took the glass home. Each evening she held it to the window and watched her son mend his net by a fire she could never reach, and each dawn she set it on the sill and walked down to wave at the empty water. The boats came and went. The sparks in the glass never stopped.