Romans & histoires Fantasy Football Loser Tattoo

He stares at my arm, at where the sleeve of the jumper I’m wearing is rolled up enough and his eyes focus right in on where the tattoo is. I paid a small fortune for that tattoo. It’s a phoenix. It felt almost poetic at the time although I’d admit now it’s a bit cheesy. Its wings are inked into flames. It stretches over my forearm, not too big, but it covers what he’d done. How he’d marked me.

I got the tattoo with him on our third anniversary. It had his initials and birthday. After we got the tattoo, Orion held my hands with bright eyes. “Summer, no matter what you look like in the future, I’ll be able to recognize you by this tattoo. You won’t be able to run away from me.” I laughed. “What if I remove the tattoo and become disfigured? Would you be able to recognize me, then?” “Of course. Even if I don’t recognize you on the spot, I eventually will. It’s called ‘lovers’ telepathy.’”

If I wouldn’t have listened to him, he would have tightened his arm more and I would have ended up with shattered bones. His warmth was heartwarming and it gave me the courage to run my finger along his muscled tattooed arm and I made small circles along the lines of his tattoo. He had this artistic tattoo of a warrior on his forearm, wearing armor and he was looking up at the constellation and that moon that was inked in Romeo’s biceps skin. And I wondered what that tattoo was about.

“Aurora, speak to me! What do they mean?” I clenched my jaw, refusing to answer. The other date… it was the date Liam was born. The tattoos were a mark of pain, memories I didn’t want to hold on to but couldn’t let go of. Raymond didn’t know that, though. And I wasn’t about to tell him. “Let me go,” I snapped, using all my strength to yank my arm back. “Leave me alone!”

Em looked at Mickey as she spoke. “Helll to the yeahhh!” Mickey shouted. She jumped out the of the car then turned and looked at the girls. “Y’all comin or what?” An hour later the friends emerged from the tattoo place, Em sporting a bandage on her rib cage right under her previous tattoo, and another one on her wrist… which matched the ones on her three best friends. They’d all decided to get matching ones. Nothing big.. just a little Roman number IV. Symbolizing the four of them and how much they meant to each other. And then the one on Em’s rib cage, under her hummingbird which read: ‘Made to Endure’.

Lolita whispered. “No. It'll be easy, I promise. I’ve always been easy on you.” “What tattoo should I get? I’ve never thought of having one before.” “A flower on your arm should do.” She frowned. “That’s cheesy.” “You are cheesy.” She started to laugh, but it got stuck on her throat. Lolita couldn’t laugh in her dreams. It tortured her, pulled at her heartstrings and the empty hole that was there. Hayden’s smile faded when he saw the amount of pain she was in.

“Paper and that would be the picture of your tattoo.” His jaw dropped. “Wait, why so complicated?” “That’s the rule number 3.” “Can we just put in a normal font and stating hashtag rule number three?” "No." "But!" “You have an objection?” I asked. “I can walk to Wisdom’s house from here.” “That’s not it but…” “Are you afraid?” He stood up straight. “Who’s afraid? Come on, where are we going to get my tattoo?” he said with confidence. “We? We don’t have we, okay? One more thing, you’re the only one who will get a tattoo. It’s clear that your name is the only one that is written in the paper isn’t it? Wolframite. Who’s Wolframite?”

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

this was one of our BFF goal tattoos, with Canary, when she was still alive. The red wine glass with a little spill out of tossing. There should be an illusion of two wine glasses being genuinely beautiful and happy when you place them side by side. Unfortunately, only one survived. Canary lost it. She wasn't able to get her tattoo and celebrate her independence with me. "Still sober?" Rhyme uttered.

He said and grabbed my hand before I could touch a tattoo on his left side of chest. “What is the meaning of your tattoo, it’s beautiful.” I complimented a beautiful and unique design with something written in old language. His lips which were on my mid riff, stopped and those hazy eyes again locked with mine. Did I make a mistake? I promised not to dig into his personal life until he’s ready to share it with me. “It is an ancient Roman symbol of war and victory and the phrase defines a man who never sees the defeat.” He explained the meaning of his tattoo to me. I was surprised, he didn’t shut me out.