Two forearms with matching fine line black script tattoos reading I love you mama and I love you more, each with two bird silhouettes in flight.

Matching script and bird tattoos on forearms

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two forearms rest side by side, each carrying a black fine line script phrase, one reading I love you mama and the other I love you more. Two small black bird silhouettes in flight sit beside each phrase. The linework is thin and even, the ink is solid black with no shading, and the soft grey knit fabric behind the arms forms a neutral backdrop.

Fine line Lettering Forearm Script Bird Quote Matching tattoo

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The geese had already gone over Hollin Gap when Ada Brask knotted the last strap of her son's pack and gave him the rule of the pass: never look back at the valley until the wind changes. He was nine and had heard it four times since the thaw, and he recited it under his breath like a prayer he did not quite believe.

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Snow came sideways off the scree by noon. They went roped together, her hand on his collar, past cairns that rose out of the white one after another like people waiting to be counted. Near the saddle a single black bird hung on the updraught above them, wings open, never once beating. Tomas said it was a rook. Ada said a rook would have been complaining.

At the top the wind turned all at once, the way it does up there, and the valley opened below them, small and blue: the mill chimney, the chapel roof, the lake like a dropped spoon. Down there her mother lay in the bed by the stove, too frail now for the climb, and had sent them off with a loaf and a message for the birds to carry. Ada had taught the boy the words in the kitchen, the way her own mother once taught her: I love you more, and the answer that always followed, I love you mama.

Tomas did not wait for permission. He turned, shouted both lines into the wind, and the rook peeled off the ridge and dropped down the valley in long lazy loops, toward the chimney and the stove and the window where the old woman would surely be watching, pretending she was not. Ada kept her eyes on the boy and not the bird, and the snow filled in their tracks behind them without any fuss at all.