Two matching black ink tattoos of the word love in flowing script inside open heart outlines, one on each forearm, in a fine line lettering style.

Matching love script in hearts on forearms

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two forearms sit side by side, each carrying the word love in looping cursive script set inside an outlined heart with small swirling flourishes and dots. The linework is smooth and fairly thin, filled in solid black with no shading. The skin is warm toned under yellow light, and the mirrored placement and matching design make the pair look intended to be worn together.

Lettering Fine line Forearm Love Heart Script Swirl Flourish Matching

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nine floors up in Brickfield House, Maggie Okonedo kept her brushes in jam jars along the windowsill, where the light from the estate car park came in flat and yellow. On Thursday the Dunmore twins climbed the stairwell because the lift had been broken since March, and stood in her doorway wearing the same expression, the one that meant they had already decided something and wanted it finished before their mother heard about it.

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They wanted the word love, they said, but not painted on a shop sign for the chippy. They wanted it inside a heart, written in the looping hand Maggie used for wedding invitations and funeral cards, and they wanted two of them, identical, so that one could be the mirror of the other. She sketched it on greaseproof paper while the kettle went cold. Ruby tapped the bottom of the design and said the swirl needed to trail further off, as if it were leaving. Her sister Nell said it should stop short, as if it were staying. They argued until Maggie put the nib down and said that a flourish could do both.

She worked slowly, with a fine sable and black enamel that smelled of turpentine and the cheap biscuits Nell had brought up in a paper bag. Each stroke of the L had to hold its breath before it turned, and each dot was a small decision she made without asking anyone. When the second card was dry she laid the two side by side on the sill, and the light from the car park caught the wet edges and made them shine.

Ruby reached for one. Nell reached for the other, and then both of them stopped, because the swirls met exactly at the gap between the cards, as if one line had been cut in half and given to each of them. Maggie had made the loop of the last e wide enough to run around a wrist, so that whichever way they held them, the word would still be the right way up.