Neo-traditional colour tattoo of two red roses, a rosebud and a faceted diamond with green leaves, on a forearm.

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Red roses and diamond on a forearm

Neo-trad · Forearm · Colour · Photo

The tattoo shows two full red roses and a small bud, arranged around a faceted, pale grey diamond on the forearm. Bold dark outlines define the petals and leaves, which have smooth red and pink shading with darker red in the shadows. The green and gold-brown leaves fill the gaps around the gem, and the composition runs diagonally up the arm against a plain white towel.

Neo-trad Botanical Forearm Rose Rosebud Diamond Gem Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

You are on your knees in the nettles at Harrowgate Keep when the trowel strikes something that is not stone. The ground has given up nothing but mortar and clay for three weeks, and Mr Pryce has started calling the dig a ghost hunt. You work the thing free with your fingers. It is a diamond, faceted all over, grey as dishwater until the low sun slides across it and throws a spill of light onto the tumbled wall.

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Nobody else is up yet. The rose bush that has swallowed the east window has grown so thick that the county stopped trimming it before your grandmother was born. Two of its heads opened in the night, full and crimson, and a third bud hangs above them like a closed fist. You remember the story the old steward used to tell after the pub had shut, about a lady who buried her wedding jewels under the roses so the garrison could not take them when the castle fell. Nobody believed him. Nobody dug.

You turn the stone over in your palm and think about the ledger in the county archive, the one that lists everything the family owned and nothing they lost. Pocketing it would take a second. Instead you scrape a hollow at the foot of the roses, drop the diamond into the dark earth, and press it down with your boot until the soil looks like every other patch of soil. Then you write in the site book: nothing of note found today.

By the next spring a shoot has thrown itself up through the gap you knocked loose in the wall. It carries a bud the colour of old wine, and when the wind lifts its petals you catch a glint of grey somewhere deep in the leaves, as if the castle has kept one thing for itself.