Romans & histoires Dogwood Flower Tattoo

A pretty love tattoo that looked embroidered with red and green flowers adorned one and bloomed right after each other seated on one of her laps. Without thought, which was extremely unlike me, I reached out to touch the flower. Goosebumps sprouted on her skin along the path of my dragging fingertips. She was as soft as she looked, like a soft moist cream. “Perfect__love them,” I murmured. “Th-thank you.” She said, exhaling a jagged breath when I moved to the other leg, trailing my fingers along the star flower tattoo that looked like they were made of thread, a brilliant illusion created from ink. “They were done by an artist that works close to a club, I met with her a couple of times.”

He remained still and often engaged in a small chat with me to show that he was all right for I was a bit agitated as I scanned the way his skin bruised and bled. When she wipes away the excess drops of his blood in completion I examine the tattoo over his red puffed skin. It consists of a total of four elements beginning with a wide circle and inside the circle are two equally beautiful but distinct flowers and one crown. Perhaps from an outsider's view, it would seem like a feminine design one that females would prefer and definitely not Phobos. But he said there was a meaning behind it and I am utterly interested. "Thank you. I shall return in a few days to get the rest finished."

“I got the tattoo when I was twenty-five years old, it is in honor of my parents. My mother always taught me to be tender, and gentle like flowers while my father taught me to be sharp and dangerous like swords,” Alessandro tells Amber with closed eyes. “So, your father is the sword, and the flowers symbolize your mother,” Amber breathes into his chest. “Yes, Amber,” he kisses her head saying, “And now, you’re my flower.” She whispers, “And you’re my sword.”

It was beautiful and she couldn’t stop the tears from falling as she stood up. It was a single flower with her name flowing out of the stem. It was also her favourite flower, a poppy. The petals were a dark red with the stem in black. Her finger lightly traced first Ryan’s tattoo and then Reid’s. “It’s beautiful …”

"Danny suggested I draw a larger tattoo to go over my girl to help cover the scar. She will always be there, just we will be beside her." I felt tears in my eyes as I looked at his drawing. He had merged our two wolves, facing each other. My girl had her snout in Kota's chest. "Wesly," I whisper as my fingers trace the wolves. "Do you like it?" He asked me. "I know it's a little larger." "I love it!" I said, and then I showed him my gratitude.

He looked like he was carved out of a stone, so majestic and mythical. I was flabbergasted and speechless. He was also having a tattoo on his left arm. It was a creeper plant with roses and it was intertwined with thorns. There was also a black wolf howling near it and the moon was above the plant. The art was beautiful and the guy himself was a rare piece of art.

When he saw that the two old men were gone, he approached the one beautiful prey sitting alone in the middle of the small grasses with white flowers everywhere. He released his mocha blue rose pheromones to compliment his cherry blossom black rose pheromones, he gained his attention after doing this, and he touched his chest where he was marked during the knotting, it's burning in awe. The two-small tattoos, in the form of cherry blossom and black rose, he felt proud of it. As he came near him, he also wanted to leave a mark on him, the visible the better, now he knows where to leave his mark, to his scent gland exactly, to that taunting nape, but he will only do it with his permission.

It wasn’t as grand as the first two gifts, but it was nevertheless still surprising. Basically, he had designed an intricate logo that represented his love for Xavia. It included the number thirty-nine, as well as a jasmine flower in the background. That, however, wasn’t the end of the gift. Long story short, he had the logo tattooed right above his crotch!

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."

I didn't even know that he was really listening to me, but a few days later he started giving me my cups of tea in a mug with a sunflower on it and put an emoji sunflower by my name in his phone. And there it is, a yellow sunflower about as long as an index finger, sitting pride of place in the centre of his wrist. Rhode tilts it slightly towards me with a wide grin on his face. "Thoughts?" He asks. My mouth completely dries, the last time Rhode was in New York we were broken up, he was leaving me voicemails begging me to let him know that I was okay, to come back home. He wanted a piece of me to carry with him too, when I was away he needed something to hold onto. That what this was going