Neo-traditional style tattoo of a large pink faceted gem with a gold star emblem on the back of a hand, with a small cross and rose on the fingers.

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Pink faceted gem tattoo on the back of a hand

Neo-trad · Hand · Mixed · Photo

A large pink faceted gem, shaped like a heart with a small dangling point, fills the back of the hand, with a gold star-like emblem overlapping its upper edge. Bold outlines and smooth colour shading give the gem a glossy, dimensional look, and a small cross and a tiny rose sit on the fingers. The forearm above is covered in further tattoos, including geometric shapes and a figurative design, shown against a dark leather surface.

Neo-trad Hand Forearm Gem Heart Diamond Star Cross Rose Geometric

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit yourself down by the stove, love, and mind the cat, she's been sleeping on the good cushion since Tuesday. Now, you want to hear about the pink stone. Everybody in this valley knows the pink stone, but nobody knows it properly, so I'll tell it proper.

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Forty years back, a cutter called Ada Corran kept a bench above the fish shop on Market Street. She had hands like a farrier and eyes like a hawk, and she was the only one who would take a flawed crystal the big firms had thrown in the bin. Her apprentice, a lad named Tomas Vidal with more nerve than sense, brought her a rough lump of rose quartz one wet morning. It had a crack running through it like a river on a map. "Throw it out," he said. Ada turned it over in her palm and said, "No. It wants to be a heart."

She spent a month on it. She cut it into a heart with a little point hanging off the bottom, and she faceted it so many times that the light broke inside it into a hundred pieces, every one of them pink. The crack she left alone. She said a stone with no crack has nothing to tell you.

On the morning of the wedding, a young man came up the stairs with a gold star pin in his fist, the sort a grandfather hands down. He wanted the heart set onto it. "She'll be walking up the aisle with the sun behind her," he said. "I want the whole church to see her hand."

Ada set it that afternoon. When the bride lifted her hand at the altar, the light from the high window went through the stone and laid pink across every pew, every face, and the cold flagstones. Tomas swore the vicar stopped mid-sentence. And that, my love, is why we never throw out the cracked ones.