Two side-by-side black line drawings of a fawn with roses and leaves, a traditional style tattoo design shown without any body placement.

Fawn and roses tattoo design

Traditional · Black and grey · Flash

The image shows two near-identical black outline drawings of a young fawn, one on each side of the frame, with its head turned towards the viewer. Large roses and hatched leaves frame the figure above and below, and the linework is bold and even with simple hatching on the leaves. The drawings are in black ink on pale paper, with no shading or colour.

Traditional Botanical Fawn Deer Rose Leaves Flower Outline

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The fawn arrived at the orchard gate the week the roses came out, all knees and ears, and stood there as though someone had sent for it. Old Hesketh, who kept the gate and the hedges and held no opinion of deer, told it to go back to the wood. The fawn only looked past him at the climbing rose trained over the arch since before the old queen died, its blooms the size of a child's fist, and then looked back at Hesketh with the patience of a creature who knew exactly what it was owed.

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It came every morning after that. Hesketh pretended not to notice and left the latch unhooked, and he pretended not to notice the thorns on the rose stalks, bent aside in neat little arches as though something had been careful with them. His granddaughter Ilse said the fawn ate nothing from the beds. It only lay in the grass with its chin on its forelegs and watched the bees work the blooms, the leaves around it cut sharp and striped as if someone had inked them in by lamplight.

In the hard frost of late autumn Hesketh found the fawn curled under the rose arch with its breath smoking. He brought a sack to cover it and found the roses had not dropped a single petal. They stood open, bright as spilt wine, while the rest of the orchard went grey. He did not tell the fawn to leave again. He hooked the latch back properly that night, and the next morning the arch was in full bloom, which in Lessary nobody had ever seen a rose manage in winter.