Easy Hourglass Tattoo Drawing Novels & Stories

he asked her as she sat back down and started drawing. "He said his cousin did it for practice, that was back in September. It had a crescent moon with the tips almost meeting with a small circle connecting them. Here." she held up the notebook of the design. He raised a brow as he examined it, never having seen that design before. "I've never come across this before. It could pass for being a new style of tattoo work or maybe a lighter version of tribal? I apologize, tattoos are not normally my forte. I could ask the King himself, but I think his wife just had the twins."

“We will be fine. We probably just need the right people in our lives… and get rid of this itch on my back.” I frowned as she hesitated before turning her back to me, wordlessly asking me to scratch her back for her. I couldn’t help but smile as I slowly unzipped her dress, taking in the flawlessness of her back and the tiny tattoo that was there right at the middle of her lower back. It was clearly an infinity sign, with a tiny drawing of the moon on each side of the loops. Extremely identical to the earrings and necklace I gave her. I opened my eyes to ask her when she got a tattoo.

I am thankful he let me listen to that song. “Thank you… I almost forgot about those important details.” I bluntly said. He moves closer messing my hair making me grunt and gesture my hand, sliding it vertically to my neck. It’s a warning not to mess with my hair. “Oh… the tiger is now back.” I never mind what he was saying. I just focus on my drawing; maybe it will help me to find them. I picture out the tattoo I see on that bastard's left chest. It’s the only thing I can hold to find that tattoo. I draw a wolf eating the full moon looking up…maybe to praise the Moon Goddess or the opposite meaning? Devouring?

“Not a handshake. I mean touched where it counts.” My cheeks flamed. “I—no.” Silas didn’t look surprised. He just nodded and went back to sketching. “And yet you’re here.” I looked down. “I don’t know what I’m doing.” “Yeah, you do.” I glanced up. “You’re looking for a line to cross,” he said. “A boundary to break.” He finished the sketch and turned it toward me. It was a minimalist design of a single open mouth. Lips parted, tongue just barely visible. Not crude. Not obvious. But full of heat.

Zahra's POV Halfway along, I notice a small side passage I’ve never paid attention to before. Edwardo turns down it without comment and stops at a door at the end. He knocks once, then pushes it open into a small studio. There’s a reclining chair in the centre of the room, a tray of equipment beside it, and artwork covering the walls. By the window sits a small, wiry-haired woman with glasses, a sketchbook balanced on her knee. Her arms and hands are completely covered in tattoos. I stare despite myself.