Colour realism tattoo of a woman's face with blue eyes and a dark butterfly over the mouth, on the upper arm.

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Realistic face and butterfly on upper arm

Realism · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

A realistic portrait of a woman's face with light blue eyes, a straight nose and a dark butterfly covering the lower face. The face is shaded smoothly from teal and blue at the top to warm orange and pink around the nose, with soft, blended edges. The butterfly has detailed dark wings with reddish-purple highlights, giving the composition depth against the skin.

Realism Upper arm Face Portrait Eye Butterfly Nose

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

In the valley of Harrowmere, where the river ran milky blue with glacier silt until midsummer, the miller's daughter Ilse was known for her talking. She talked to the geese, to the weir, to the carters who stopped for water and rode on with their ears ringing. Her mother said a girl who spoke so freely would have nothing left in her when it counted.

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One autumn a butterfly came down the valley ahead of the first frost and settled on the mill sill. It was large as a hand, its wings dark as wet slate with a red edge like a healed scald. Ilse tried to shoo it, then to blow it off with flour, then to scold it into going, and it sat still and watched her with the patience of something that had waited a long time for her to finish.

At last she ran out of words. She sat on the step with her chin in her palms and said nothing, and the butterfly walked up her wrist and across her lips, light as a question, and folded its wings there. When the lamplighter came by at dusk he found her sitting silent with the sky above her gone the colour of a bruise, her eyes wet, and the butterfly still resting on her mouth.

It stayed through the frost and most of the winter. The village learned to bring their questions to the mill, and Ilse answered them with a nod or a finger drawn on the table. When the thaw came the butterfly lifted away at last, and Ilse opened her mouth to thank it. She found she had a single word left, and she spent it on the river, which had been waiting for her too.