Two matching Traditional style tattoos of framed portrait heads with gold bands over the eyes, one on each thigh.

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Matching framed portraits on both thighs

Traditional · Thigh · Mixed · Photo

Two matching tattoos sit on the outer thighs of a person wearing a patterned skirt. Each shows a grey-shaded head and shoulders inside an ornate black frame with scrollwork, with a gold band across the eyes. The bold black outlines and grey shading contrast with the yellow-gold accents, and the two designs mirror each other across the image.

Traditional Thigh Portrait Frame Scrollwork Pair Matching Head

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit closer, the fire won't carry to the back benches, and the wind up here takes a word and keeps it. You want the story of the two frames over the inn door at the top of the pass? Then hush. Old Berta had them made in Lantern Gap the winter her boys went over the snow for salt, and she never once told the painter why she wanted gold across their eyes.

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The painter was a thin man called Ansel Roe who charged by the hour and drank by the minute. He painted Caspar first, dark-haired and solemn in his collar, then Jory, who had a laugh you could hear from the ferry. Berta would not let either boy look out while he worked. She tied a strip of saffron silk over each face and said, when they complained, that a mother's gift was never meant to be seen by the one who gave it. Ansel thought it was grief. The villagers thought it was a curse.

The truth came down with the spring thaw. Caspar returned alone with the salt sled and a broken hand, and Jory was not behind him. Berta sat beside the frames for a whole week without eating. Then she had the carpenter fit each one with a small iron hinge, so they could turn on the wall, and she hung them facing one another across the hearth.

Now listen, because this is the part they tell wrong in the valley. On clear nights, when the moon clears the col, the gold bands catch the light and the two faces look straight at each other, and nobody who sleeps in this inn has ever seen them blink. Go on, the fire is low. Mind the third step down, it lies.