Black and grey fine line tattoo of a molecular structure with fused rings and small circular atoms, on the forearm near the wrist.

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Molecular structure line tattoo on a wrist

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo is a single-weight black outline of a chemical structure, with fused hexagonal and five-sided rings, small open circles at the atoms and short bonds extending outward. The linework is clean and uniform with no shading, and the design sits on the wrist and forearm. The photograph is in black and white, with a patterned skirt, flip-flops and a wooden floor visible around the arm.

Fine line Geometric Forearm Molecule Chemical structure Line art Ring

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Draw your stool closer, children. The fire only warms those who sit near it, and I will not raise my voice for the back benches. You want the tale of the apothecary's girl in Harrowmere, the kingdom that never stood on any map. Good. Mind the sweeping, Tomas, and listen.

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In those days the Queen of Harrowmere had a tooth that ached every winter, and her physicians could not cure it. She sent for Orrin Calloway, the hermit alchemist who lived in the marsh where the reeds grow taller than horsemen. He promised her a sleeping draught if she gave him a sealed room and three years. Among his pupils was a girl named Wren Adair, who ground his salts and had a head for patterns. Each night she drew on the flagstones in chalk the rings the old man kept muttering about: six hollow beads closed in a loop, a five-sided ring fused to its side, and short hooked bonds reaching out like the legs of a spider that had forgotten where it was going.

When the Queen's men came to search the marsh house, they tipped out every jar and slit open every satchel. They did not look at Wren's wrist, where she had inked the figure in soot and gum so it could not be taken from her. The captain paused over it and asked what it was. She told him it was a map of the drains beneath the palace. It was a lie with a little truth in it, since old drains do run in rings. He laughed and let her go.

The draught, when it was finally made, did little more than let the Queen sleep. Orrin said the secret was never in the jars. It lay in the joins, where two rings share a single bond and must bend a little to hold. Wren kept the mark until she was an old woman, and when the Queen's grandson had a toothache of his own, she pressed her wrist to his cheek and told him to count the beads until he slept.