Black fine line tattoo of a triangle, circle and vertical line symbol surrounded by ornamental swirls, on the upper thigh.

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Deathly Hallows symbol with scrollwork

Fine line · Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows a triangle with a circle inside it and a vertical line through the centre, outlined in black. Curled scrollwork and small dots surround the triangle on all sides. The linework is fine and even, with no shading or colour, set against lightly toned skin in a close crop.

Fine line Thigh Triangle Circle Vertical line Swirl Scrollwork Dot Symbol

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind the gap by the stile, for that's where the old road forgets itself, and sit closer, for I'll not raise my voice over the hedges. You want to know how the three Pell brothers came by their gifts. The eldest was a smith who had buried his wife under the oak. The middle was a shepherd who could not sleep. The youngest, Ansel, had nothing but a bent spoon and a dog with one ear.

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They met the stranger where three lanes cross below the chapel, the place we call the Threefold. He had no shadow, and his coat was the grey of wet ash. He offered each brother a thing, and each chose by what he could not carry. The smith took a staff of blackthorn that never missed what it aimed at. The shepherd took a pale stone with a hole bored clean through it, which would bring back any face he asked for, though only for as long as a candle burned. Ansel, who had nothing to lose, asked for the one thing nobody wants: a cloak that would hide him from every eye, the eyes of the dead included.

The smith's staff never missed, and so it was his own heart it found, one evening over a debt. The shepherd sat by his stone every night, summoning faces, until the last candle guttered and he did not light another. Ansel wore the cloak and walked home through the village, and nobody saw him come in. His mother set the table for three anyway, and he sat down in his place. She looked straight through him, then she looked again, and the spoon fell from her hand.