Blue watercolour-style deer tattoo with a Deathly Hallows triangle symbol and the word Always on a woman's shoulder.

Watercolour deer and Deathly Hallows on shoulder

Shoulder · Colour · Photo

A blue deer silhouette sits above a Deathly Hallows triangle symbol and the word Always in a script-style lettering, with pale blue wash splashes behind the design. The deer and symbol are rendered in soft, blended blue shades with a watercolour look. The tattoo sits on the upper back and shoulder against a plain grey background, with the woman's arm bent across her body.

Shoulder Deer Deathly hallows Triangle Lettering Always Watercolour splash

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, sit down, and let your aunt have the good chair. You want the story of the Kinloch wedding, the one where the rain held off for the vows? Then hush, because I only tell it once a year and my throat is dry already.

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Mairi Garrow had three things in her grandfather's chest: a flat grey stone with a hole worn through its middle, a length of cloth that looked like river water whenever the lamp crossed it, and a hazel stick no longer than a forearm. He told her a ferryman at the loch had given them to three brothers who asked death the wrong questions. Two brothers wanted to live forever, and the ferryman let them have their wish, and you know how that ends. The third asked only to be let go gently, so the ferryman took back the stone and the stick and left him the cloth to keep him warm.

On the morning of the wedding, a pale doe stood at the edge of the churchyard, the one with no gate, and would not move for the children. Tomas, Mairi's young man, had walked that hill every evening for a month, and he went out to her in his shirtsleeves with his boots full of dew. The doe looked at him a long while, then looked past him at the bride, then turned and walked into the mist without a sound.

When the minister asked Tomas to promise, he did not say forever. He said the word we have all heard today, the one written on the old sign above the lych gate, and he said it the way you say a thing you have already done. Mairi's grandmother pressed one small hoof print into the wet earth by the path that morning, and she kept it in wax on her dresser until the day she died. Raise your glasses, now, and mind the cake.