Fiona Apple Tattoos Novels & Stories

Mortals were such small, fleeting creatures—and they lived such enormous lives through what they chose to love. A young man raised a shot to his lips and downed it at the bar, apparently uninterested. My eyes caught a shape tattooed darkly just above his right elbow. Even upside down, I recognized the design: a thick-sided triangle with a laurel wreath emblazoned within it. It was a fan tattoo, but not any fan tattoo. My stomach sank in disgust, souring the moment. The tattoo represented the followers of another fae musician performing as publicly through the mortal world: Sy.

Danika responded. "Who drew it?" She asked. "I wish I knew. It was visible after I shifted. It was never there before and no one drew it on my body," she replied. The tattoo was the picture of a wolf howling under the moon. "It is beautiful though." "Thank you Ms. Nahigra." She said as she grabbed an apple. "Thanks for the fruits too." She said and got watered by Nicholas again. "Nicholas stop!" She yelled. "Do you know Danika?" Nahigra asked Hoots who was preparing where his wife would lie down to sleep.

Solange pressed. “I… I… I think so. Yes. I love you.” “You’ll need to prove your love to me.” “How?” Fia asked the question quickly with the full intention of doing whatever Solange asked of her. “You didn’t accept George’s tattoo. Will you accept mine?” Fia didn’t have to give a moment’s thought to her answer, which scared her. “Yes.” What was wrong with her? Before, she hadn’t wanted a simple, small tattoo showing she belonged to George, and now she was happily accepting the offer from a woman she barely knew. A woman who owned her.

He never really mentioned her much, but they had issues. LuciferessX: Let’s not get ahead of ourselves… Reign707: I’ll try not to Lol. You owe me a picture, remember? Of your new tattoo? Oh yeah! I look down at my right shoulder. I had a tattoo of vines, with small thorns and red roses that spread from my shoulder down the right side of my breast and to my waist, as well as the full sleeve of my right arm. Well, if he wants a picture…

Perhaps the recent events were showing her a rather depressing answer. She just smiled down at the eagle tattoo that she had on her right wrist. It had the savanna skyline wrapped around like the band, while the eagle head was in the center. The lion tattoo on Gryphon’s arm did survive long enough for it to show properly, and she hoped for it to stay as long as it would. Ten years more… and perhaps, along with their wedding vows, they could retouch their wedding tattoos.

Mea Dea, my goddess in Latin, despite wanting to spit at him to address me properly, my heart races. “You can call me Queen Aylin,” I force out in a hiss, although his smirk tells me I don’t sound convincing. I break eye contact with him to look him over. He is truly carved to perfection. He’s wearing a tank top, which shows the entire tattoo on his neck. It’s a black and white piece of a phoenix, midflight with its mouth open in a scream, surrounded by fire. The wings extend onto the front and back of his neck in brilliant detail and the fire down to his collarbone. He also has several different pieces down both arms, none of which I bother to look at since I’ve been looking at him for far

That was according to my mate at least, so it would be wise to trust her. Hopefully, she liked the way it looked on me. It covered up most of my tattoos except the flames that ran up the sides of my neck. Those had been my sexy mate’s suggestion. And, oh, she definitely fucking loved how they looked because she was the one that designed them. They were not your typical flames because they were created from fractal art. ‘What do you think?’ I asked Byron. ‘You’ll be lucky if our Little Fae can keep her hands off you. Wouldn’t be surprised if she gets handsy in the Limo.’

I am sort of surprised with myself; I am finding that his harsh voice and gruffness is actually a turn on. "Lilibet, but I go by Apple. If you ever call me Lilibet, know that I will hang you up by your toes." "Is that a tattoo I see on your ankle?" "Yes, it is. I have three others if you would like to see them." Albert growled. "Tattoos are a disgrace to the Moon Goddess." I smirked. "I assume you think the Moon Goddess is also against having fun." "Fun is for people who do not have responsibilities."

Jerald was in front of me and I looked at his trouser. “Seriously? You look like pervert,” Jerald said and I looked at him in the face, is he serious? “Come on,” He said. He gave me his hand and helped me to stand. We walked into another room, and believe it or not… it was Kalona, the famous tattooist. She is best known for a phoenix tattoo she done on a celebrity here. “Boss and bosslady! Sorry to keep you waiting, come on in.” She said, I smiled and looked at Jerald who just raised his eyebrows.

She said she worked with girl that had tattoos and how much longer they had to stay in the makeup chairs to cover them for a shoot, so she held off. The tattoo was of two unicorns, a male and a female, necks entwined while they nuzzled each other. The artist was the best she could find, and the colors were vibrant, the details painstaking. It was beautiful and I told her so, promising to kiss it when it healed more.