Two matching black outline diamond tattoos on the inner forearms, drawn in fine line with light dotwork shading.

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Matching diamond tattoos on two forearms

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two forearms show near-identical diamond tattoos in black linework, one higher on the arm and one lower towards the wrist. Each diamond is drawn with thin, faceted lines and has soft dotted shading inside some facets. The skin is pale and the background is dark and out of focus.

Fine line Geometric Dotwork Forearm Diamond Gem Matching Outline

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The scaif was already whining when Ada slid the stone across the bench with the blunt end of her tweezers. "You mark it," she said, "and I'll cut it, and then we'll see who was right about the grain."

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Our father had taught us both on the same rough crystal, the summer before he stopped coming down to the workshop in Vyse Street. He said a diamond would show you where to cut it if you looked long enough, that every stone had a cleavage plane like a seam in good cloth. Ada believed him. I believed the ache in my hand from holding the dop stick steady for four hours.

We split the stone on a wet Thursday, a thin blade of light running through it that neither of us had expected. Ada cut her half into a kite with a flat table and sharp corners. I cut mine into a trilled point that looked like a spilled kite. Neither matched the other, and that was the argument we kept up all winter, over tea gone cold at the bench.

When spring came I took my half to the glazier on the corner, who set it in a band of black enamel without asking what it was worth. Ada left hers in a saucer by the door, where the light caught it at lunchtime. Last year she posted me a sheet of paper with two diamonds drawn on it in fine pen, dotted in the shadows, and the lines were nearly the same. We never agreed on the grain, but I think the stone had only ever wanted to be one thing.