Colour tattoo of the Midna character from The Legend of Zelda on a calf, with a horned helmet, orange flame swirls and teal and black blocks behind her.

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Midna character tattoo on a calf

Neo-trad · Calf · Mixed · Photo

A stylised, full-length female figure with a horned helmet and grey skin sits at the centre of the design, with a bare torso and dark, tapering limbs. Bold black outlines define the figure, with soft grey shading on the helmet and body and flat red, orange and teal fills for the flame swirls and background blocks. The design is set vertically on the lower leg, with the figure's tail-like shape curling down to the left.

Neo-trad Calf Flame

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Tuesday, the lamp failed again at half past two, and I went up the seventy-three steps with the paraffin can and a bad temper. The lens was dark. Sitting on the brass rail, her horned helmet catching what little moonlight came through the glass, was the small grey thing that has been turning up on my gallery since the autumn gales. She did not look up. Her tail, if you can call it that, burned with a low orange fire that smelled of hot tin, and it was the only light in the tower.

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I asked her, not expecting an answer, whether she meant to keep sitting there. She said, in a voice like a rusted hinge, that the lamp had been wanting a spark for three nights and nobody had come to give it one. I told her I had been up and down these steps since before she was born. She told me that was the trouble. Keepers wait for the light to come to them, she said. Shadows only ever go where the dark is thickest.

I struck a match, the wick took, and the beam swung out over the water in its old lazy arc. When I turned round she had moved onto the stairwell wall, tracing the chequered tiles with one long finger, her flame tail curled round her like a cat's. Where the paint had worn, the little squares lit up teal and red in the plaster, the way they did when my father kept this light.

I have written to the Board in Edinburgh about the lamp. I have not written about the other thing. Tomorrow I will leave the paraffin on the top step, just in case. Ships still come in on the flash, and I suppose she knows that as well as I do.