Black ink flash drawing of a king of hearts and queen of spades playing card with ribbon banners reading You're the King, baby I'm your Queen, in a lettering and dotwork style.

King and queen playing cards with banner lettering

Lettering · Black and grey · Flash

A pen drawing of two playing cards, a king of hearts and a queen with a spade, overlapped and wrapped by three ribbon banners. The banners carry the words "You're the King, baby I'm your Queen" in hand-drawn capitals, and the ribbon edges and card shadows are shaded with stippled dots. The design is drawn in black ink on plain white paper with no colour, and the composition is centred and filling the frame.

Lettering Dotwork Traditional Playing card King Queen Heart Spade Banner Ribbon Lettering Quote

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Marguerite had been losing at patience for an hour when the snow shut the pass behind the coach, and Tomas, who in eleven years of marriage had never once admitted to losing anything, began shuffling the hut's greasy deck with the flourish of a conjuror. The shepherd's hut at the top of the Col de Brèche smelled of wet wool and paraffin. Outside, the wind leaned on the shutters like a drunk at a door.

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"Pick a card," he said. "Any card."

She drew the queen of hearts, its corner chewed and a moustache inked on her by some bored schoolboy decades earlier. He took the king. They had argued about that king since the wedding, because the printer had given him the sour face of a bishop who had been told the wine was corked.

The lamp guttered. Somewhere below them a bell clanked, a mule or a stray sheep lost on the slope. Tomas laid his king on the table and nudged the queen back across the wood with one finger, the way he had once slid a ring across the counter of a jeweller in Annecy who kept asking whether they were certain. "Say it properly," she said. He cleared his throat. "You're the king, baby. And I'm your queen."

At dawn the snowplough's amber light crawled up the valley. Marguerite tucked the chewed queen into the breast pocket of his coat, moustache facing out, and left the rest of the deck on the table for whoever got stuck next.