Black and grey botanical tattoo of lilies, a hibiscus and ornamental scrollwork running over the shoulder and down the side of the back.

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Lily and hibiscus flowers with scrollwork across back and

Botanical · Back · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows two large lily or hibiscus-style blooms, one high on the shoulder and one lower on the side of the torso, joined by fine swirling scrollwork and small buds. The petals are shaded with soft grey tones and dark line accents, giving them dimension against the skin. The design flows vertically down the body in a sinuous curve, with the bare skin and red wall behind creating a plain, high-contrast backdrop.

Botanical Back Shoulder Lily Hibiscus Flower Scrollwork Swirl Bud

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The smith Tamsin Oddy had hung iron gates for the kings of Vessary for thirty years, and the king had never once thanked her. He wanted more curls, he said, more swirl at the hinge and more bloom at the top, until the iron looked as if it had grown there overnight. She gave him what he asked. Her curls were tighter than any forge in the kingdom, and the lilies she bent from strip iron opened so wide that bees came to them in April and got caught in the joins.

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In the autumn of the drought the king sent for her again. The queen had died in the spring, and he wanted a gate for her garden that would never need watering, never need a gardener, never wither. Make it bloom forever, he said, and he set a purse of gold on the anvil beside a pot of dry earth. Tamsin walked the garden that night with a lamp. The hibiscus by the well had gone brown at the edges, and the lilies had turned to paper, but the old scrollwork on the stable gate was still green with moss where the rain ran down it.

She built the gate the way she always had, every curl by hand and every bud riveted in place. When she hung it, the king stood before it a long while, then ordered the wall taken down so he could walk through without touching the iron. Nobody could say afterwards whether he had wanted the garden open or the gate closed. Tamsin took the gold and walked home to the river.

By spring the iron lilies had rusted orange at every petal. The queen's roses came back anyway, climbing up through the bars and wearing the gate like a sleeve.