Two matching black fine line tattoos of an infinity symbol with a heart, with the word sisters written in script inside the heart, on the heels of two feet.

Matching sisters infinity and heart tattoos

Fine line · Other · Black and grey · Photo

Two near-identical tattoos sit side by side on the backs of two heels, each showing a continuous infinity loop that wraps around an outlined heart. The word sisters is written in cursive script inside the heart. The linework is thin and solid black with no shading, and the pale skin and soft carpet in the background keep the focus on the ink.

Fine line Lettering Other Infinity symbol Heart Sister Script Matching tattoo

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The boats left Porthgwen before the light, and the Tremaine sisters went with them, though only one was meant to. Mari was the elder and the better hand with a net. Wenna was small and stubborn and had a habit of climbing where she had been told not to.

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The winter the pilchards failed, the harbourmaster said the Gull could not take a second crew. Mari rowed out regardless, and Wenna followed in their father's old punt. By noon a squall came down off the headland. Mari saw the punt wallowing in the trough and turned the Gull back through the spray, and the two boats came together with a crack of timber. Mari threw a length of tarred line. Wenna caught it and made it fast with the knot their grandmother had taught them, a loop that runs back on itself and never quite ends, the same knot their mother used to mark which nets belonged to which house.

They came home with the tide and no catch. The harbourmaster counted them off the quay and said nothing at all. Mari kept the length of line coiled on a hook by the door. Wenna kept the knot. When the swelling had gone down she walked to the net-mender's loft and asked him to draw the loop in ink, wrapped around a small heart, and to write inside it the one word that had been true all the way back to shore: sisters.

Mari laughed when she saw it and said the knot had never been about the sea. It was about who came back for whom. Every boat that worked out of Porthgwen after that carried the same loop somewhere on its hull, and nobody ever again asked which of the Tremaine girls had rowed out first.