Edelweiss Flower Tattoo Novels & Stories

Victor begrudgingly sat up, rubbing his eyes. I stood between his legs and began to unbutton his shirt, he took of his watches as I did so. The room was a bit warm, and I hoped that taking a little nap would help him recharge fully. As I unbuttoned his shirt, I noticed a flower tattoo that sprawled from his abdomen to his chest. It was a couple of black roses with red highlights, and it was absolutely beautiful. I couldn't resist running my fingers over it, wondering if it felt just the way it was.

She asked, thinking that he probably walked down all those stairs. “No. Thank you.” He put the cup down. “I see you got a tattoo.” “Ah… yes.” “It must be Marcus. He is known for his art.” He was indeed talented. “A dandelion. Interesting.” “Does it mean something?” She asked. “A dandelion represents hope and healing. One blowing in the wind means a wish for a good fate.” She frowned. “Do you think Marcus knows that?” He smiled. “I am not sure, but sometimes we do things by instinct without truly knowing.”

He didn't seem to notice my little show though, but his gaze often settled on me. We finally settled on a design; a beautiful, delicate tattoo of a phoenix feather that curled and twisted into the shape of a blooming rose. It was perfect. The phoenix, a symbol of rebirth and transformation, and the rose, a symbol of beauty and growth. "It’s beautiful," I breathed, my eyes wide. "I love it." He smiled. "Good. Now, where do you want it? The location is important. It can make or break the design." I had no idea. "Where's the least painful area?" I asked sheepishly.

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.

I tried to fix it as I said, “I am so sorry, Alex. I didn’t deliberately tear the sleeve.” “It’s okay, Eva. I would rather have my shirt torn to bits rather than you falling off into this valley.” He replied with a dry laugh. It was then I noticed the large tattoo on his upper arm. I wondered how I had never noticed it before. It was so pretty. There was a floral wreath and in the middle of it, there was a golden flame that spread out beautifully. It formed the shape of an inverted heart. When I ran my hand over the tattoo, I felt a tingling sensation course through my body. Startled, I removed my hand instantly.

“Most are more ‘in the moment’ types of things, but there are a few that are close to my heart.” When she hears me say that, I see her fingers stop moving and she leans closer to look at where my heart is. She studies the intricate tattoo for a while and then I see her eyes light up and her mouth goes into a little O. The tattoo is one that is very special to me. It’s an intricate tree and while the base holds my family, the branches hold the names of the people who mean the most to me. Addison’s name is the first that I had done. It’s twisted and braided and there are small white tulips throughout her name.

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."

"Look at this. I took this last week when we were at the gym." I looked at the screen. It was a photo of Roman’s arm. He was lifting a heavy weight, and his sleeve was pushed up high near his wrist. There was a tattoo there. It was a small, delicate flower. "It’s a flower," I said. "So what? Lots of people have tattoos." "It’s not just a flower, Scarlett," Zane said. "Do you know what kind of flower that is?" I looked closer. "It looks like a daisy."

He shook his head slightly and licked his lips. “Good morning, princess.” He said. It’s the second time or maybe third time he calls me that. He walked towards me. “How do you say about we get matching tattoos?” He asked as he looked at my hand. I didn’t know what to say. “Why a datura flower? It’s poisonous?” “Why roses on your back? They have thorns,” He responded and I sighed. “Sir, with all your due respect, I asked the question first.” I said and he looked at me and smirked.

Mark reminds him. “Throw shirts on and let’s go,” Tyson is moving and we get behind him. “Roses are so standard, NO,” Tyson snaps at Wesley. “Marcella is wild and headstrong.” “What flowers are those?” I ask standing in a flower warehouse. “We need Mimosa Flowers, Freesias, Gladiolus, and Strelitzia,” He tells us. “We will decorate each post with each flower, Mimosas are the symbol of feminism. Freesias mean Freedom, Gladiolus means strength, and Strelitzia immortality. Like love should be.”