Black and grey botanical tattoo of two stacked flowers with leaves on the forearm, with dotwork detailing in the centres.

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Two flowers and leaves on a forearm

Botanical · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows two stacked flower heads with layered petals and leaves, outlined in fine black linework. Dotwork fills the centre of the upper bloom and adds texture to the lower flower. The design is black and grey only, shown on a forearm against a blue lace dress.

Botanical Dotwork Forearm Flower Leaves Floral

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lord of Harrowmere sealed the postern gate with lime the winter after the siege, and for seven years nobody went in or out of the walled garden except the goats. Then, one April, a girl came over the wall with a trowel wrapped in sacking and a pouch of seed a miller's widow had pressed on her. She knelt in the rubble of the old chapel and began to dig, and the goats, which had never once been grateful for anything, stood back and watched her.

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She planted two bulbs side by side in the cracked earth. One was for the lord's youngest daughter, who had starved in the north tower with the bread still in her hand, and the other was for the stable boy who had carried the lord's last message out through the gate and was never seen again. By midsummer the first bloom had opened, round and heavy, its petals layered like the pages of a closed book, and at its centre a ring of tiny seeds that the girl counted each morning with a stick of charcoal on the wall.

The lord rode out at harvest to see the garden and ordered every flower pulled. His men went in with spades and found nothing in the chapel but lime and old bones. The next spring the flowers came back through the mortar, one above the other, the lower bloom wrapped in leaves with edges as sharp as a fletcher's cut. The lord climbed the wall himself to look at them, and he stood there so long that the sentries assumed he had fallen asleep on his feet.

He never ordered them pulled again. Every morning after that, someone tied a fresh ribbon to the wall beside the lower flower, blue as lace, and nobody in Harrowmere ever admitted to tying it.