Couple Tattoo On Wrist Novels & Stories

He stretch out his right arm, exposing the tattoo there. "Your tattoo?" "Yeah, but its Minnie Mouse. Why would I get Minnie Mouse?" I smiled, "it was all your idea, trying to break away from the 'cliche of things'." I went to standing by him, holding out my arm as well, showing him my Mickey Mouse tattoo, that matched perfectly with his. Our separate tattoos, when put together, showed Mickey and Minnie kissing. "Oh," he nodded, then wrapped his arm around me. "Makes sense."

"Yeah, I'll be free." He holds out his hand for me to pull him up. I'm of half a mind to leave it hanging and walk away. Even after the hostility between us cleared, I still feel like I'm on a battlefield with him. I take his hand and pull. He springs to his feet. "I'll pick you up." But I'm not listening to him. My eyes are stuck on his wrist. A few inches from the end of his palm, there's a tattoo. Three characters, two letters.

“You have a beautiful soul, Victoria. And you’re more than welcome to join this family. Now, let’s get you your tattoo.” "Be careful, honey," Vincenzo warned as we left, his voice gruff but with a hint of concern. Cassandra led me into a room where Mrs. Gabriel and the tattoo artist were talking. I greeted them both, and after a few minutes of small talk and questions, the tattoo artist began his work. The design would be on my wrist and neck. I noticed that Cassandra already had her tattoos—two on her wrist. "Why do you have two?" I asked, curious.

Gianna gazed down at her wrist, looking at the small tattoo she got in her teenage years. It was a dandelion, some of the seeds scattered as if blown by the wind, forming a small musical note. Nothing about the drawing was unique, as surely, a lot of women already had the same tattoo as hers now. She had been thinking about erasing it many times over but decided not to. The black ink looked good in her milky skin, but she would rather it stayed hidden.

“Rib tattoos are exceptionally painful for first-timers, Mrs. Pearce. Are you sure you want that as well?” Andrea looked around and saw the clean and clear tattoo bench and station. There were also some portfolios at the side as references for the artist and the customers. Since there were two benches, she figured they could go at the same time. She didn’t mind having someone else do hers. At the question, she smiled deeper. “Actually, I was hoping for something different along the way here. Do you do wrist tattoos, master? Paired with something on a ring finger, too. We both become too hands-on sometimes that the wedding rings come off and get lost. Can we have that?”

The red scales unlike anything I had seen before, hints of gold looked as if they were painted fresh daily. As I turned my arm over, I could see where it looked as if two tail ends were touching. Resting in the middle was a circle, clearly it was made in the image of the moon. Plopping myself down on the couch to stop my pacing, I traced my tattoo gently with my fingertips. Tadeas had a matching tattoo also on his left wrist. They were simple, elegant, and powerful, I thought. It was hard to explain, having this on my wrist allowed me to feel as if he was always with me.

Both of us make appointments at a tattoo shop after our honeymoon and get a band tattooed around our left ring fingers. It's permanent, just like the depth of love I have for her and always will.

It was a big squad, and behind them stood three vintage cars. In the middle was Mpumi with a pretty boy’s arm over her shoulder. They looked like a couple. When he looked closer, he realised that the two people had the exact same mark on their right wrist. It stood like a giant map on the inner wrist. Dion thought they were tattoos. Dion saw many things in that box. Some related to him and some not.

I hold her closer to me, wrapping my arms around her. She takes my hand in hers and kisses the heart tattoo on my wrist, and I do the same in return. Then I gently caress the tattoo on her forearm, the one we got together a month ago for our daughters. We engraved their date of birth on our hands. “Now that the twins have fallen asleep, don’t you think we should utilise this time?” I ask, slipping my hand down into her dress. Since the twins have come into our lives, they’ve become our priorities, but we don’t leave a single chance to spend some quality time, no matter how tired we are.

As I turn one of them over in my hand, I notice some kind of pattern of tiny pin-prick-sized holes on the inside. “Here, let me,” Taylor says, gently grabbing one of my wrists. He quickly fastens a cuff on each wrist, adjusting them so that they sit comfortably. He then takes my wrists and puts them together so that they are facing upwards and when I glance down I immediately see what the pattern is; an exact replica of the emperor penguins tattoo that I wanted with one on each wrist bowing to each other to form the shape of a heart. “I had them especially laser cut the pattern so these are entirely unique; you are the only person in the world to have a pair like this,” Taylor says softly.