Two matching pixel-art tattoos on the forearms, each with a split red and dark blue heart above a small game character in green, white and brown.

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Matching pixel heart and game characters on forearms

Forearm · Mixed · Photo

Two pixel-art tattoos sit side by side on the forearms, each with a heart split into red and dark blue halves above a character sprite. The left character wears a pale blue and white dress, and the right wears a green outfit and hat, both drawn in blocky square pixels with black outlines. The ink is mostly solid and crisp, with the warm skin tones and soft focus of the photo giving the image a slightly hazy finish.

Forearm Heart Pixel art Princess Matching tattoo

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The snow had come over Hollin Gap a fortnight early, so Edda counted the mule's steps aloud to keep her head from going soft with cold. Behind her Ruairi was cursing the lantern, which had gone out twice and been coaxed back each time with a spit and a prayer. The map was folded inside a biscuit tin with a dent in it where a goat had once stood on it, and the ink of the upper ridges had run into a blue smudge like a bruise.

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The sign painter's wife in Thwaite had given them a pair of brass hearts before they left, each cut clean down the middle. She told them a half heart was no use to anyone on its own, then charged them for the brass anyway. Edda wore the red half on a cord under her coat. Ruairi had sewn the navy half into the lining of his cuff. Neither had said yet what they would do if the other slipped on the scree, and the not saying was colder than the wind.

At the summit cairn the mist tore open for a moment. Far below, the valley lay in squares of green and grey, each field no bigger than a pixel, and one lit window glowed like a coin dropped in a well. Ruairi lifted the lantern. Edda pulled the cord over her head and pressed her half against his, and the two halves met with a small square click, the way a block settles into place when a game finally decides to let you through.

The mist closed again. They did not speak. They went down the far side in single file, one step at a time, keeping the lit window at the edge of their sight as the one fixed point left on the whole map.