Black and grey realism back tattoo of a crowned lion above a lamb, with the script Romans 1:16 along the bottom.

Lion and lamb back tattoo with Romans 1:16

Realism · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A large tattoo covers the back, showing a crowned lion's face above a lamb lying below it. The shading is smooth and detailed, with soft grey tones in the fur and fleece and darker shadows around the lion's mane. The words Romans 1:16 are written in script along the bottom of the design, against a grey shirt that is pulled up.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The tow-cable snapped on the third day out from Halvard Reach, and by the time you had the grapnel back aboard, the figurehead was the only thing anyone wanted to talk about. Mara had named it the Lion before the ship had a name of its own. Bronze, green at the mane, a crown worn so thin the gold showed through like a tooth. Beneath its chin a lamb lay folded into the metal, one foreleg tucked under, as though the lion had been asked to hold it and had agreed.

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The council wanted the bronze melted for hull plate. Vesna read the tally at Thursday's sitting and nobody argued with the numbers, because the numbers were honest. So you went down into the cold-hold with a lamp and a rag and a tin of grease, and you began on the plinth. Under the soot were letters no taller than your thumb: Romans 1:16. Below them, I am not ashamed. You had never known what those words were meant to guard against, only that someone had cut them in a place where nobody would read them for centuries.

You sat with the lamp until it guttered. The lion's eyes caught the light, patient and a little tired, and the lamb under them looked up with the same expression, as if it had been waiting for you to finish arguing with yourself. You thought about the hull plate, the cold coming through the bulkheads, the children asleep in the thin blankets by the boiler. Then you thought about the lamb, which was the heavier thing to carry, and which nobody had asked you to weigh.

In the morning you took the sledge down to the nursery and the lion went with you, wrapped in sailcloth, crown and all. Asha was the first to climb up onto its back. She traced the lamb's curled ear with one finger and said it was warm, and it was, from the sun on the deck, and you did not tell her that the metal would be cooling again by nightfall.