Black ink tattoo of an ornate dress form with scrollwork and a fleur-de-lis top, sitting on the side of a person's upper back.

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Dress form tattoo on the upper back

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A black ink tattoo of an ornate dress form or mannequin, with a fleur-de-lis at the top and curling scrollwork at the base. The form is outlined with fine, sketchy lines and has a cage-like pattern through the body, with a few small dangling details along one side. The tattoo is shown in close view against bare skin, with a light blue top at the bottom of the frame.

Back Fleur-de-lis Scrollwork Ribbon Birdcage

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

In the kingdom of Harrowmere, the court dressmaker Ilse Vantry had worked for thirty years with a single companion, a dress form of willow and iron that stood in the north window where the light was best. Its waist was pinched like a wasp's, its bodice a cage of wire ribs, and at its crown sat a fleur-de-lis the royal smith had cast as a joke. Nobody else was permitted to pin a hem while Ilse was out of the room.

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When the Duchess of Orle commissioned a gown for her wedding, she demanded it be finished by the first frost. Ilse sat up three nights with the silk, and each night the scrollwork at the form's base seemed to creak a little closer to the floor, as if it were listening. On the third night a thread snapped, and the linnet in the tiny cage that hung from the form's hip, which Ilse had never once let out, began to sing its one wrong note.

Ilse followed the song down to the cellar, where she found the form's ribbons trailing across the flagstones and leading to a loose board. Beneath it lay every gown she had ever cut and never sold, folded in tissue, each with a feather stitched into its hem. She understood then that the form had been keeping them safe, and that the cage was not a prison but a bodice for something that had to fly.

At dawn the Duchess's gown hung finished in the window, and the cage stood empty beside it, its little door swinging on a single ribbon. Ilse never cut another hem for the court. She fitted only birds after that, and the north window kept its form, though the fleur-de-lis had turned to face the open door.