Lotus Mandala Hand Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Remember at my one-year ceremony, when I said that I left the hotel, and went and did something that really meant something to me, before coming to the meeting?” “This was it?” “Yeah.” He ran his fingertip over her curved hip, over the tattoo’s lines. “It’s gorgeous.” “You think?” “I really do. Is it a lotus flower?” “Yes.” “Tell me what it means to you.” “Lotuses celebrate emerging from a struggle, and being stronger for it.” Naomi traced the white petals. “They’re new beginnings, but they’re also warnings… reminders to never forget the struggle. And they’re promises, too – promises to never return to the scene of the conflict. To move on.”

Milkyway Galaxy, outside the solar system A young man with symmetrical and sharp facial features stood in front of a small group of ten. His hair was white as was the beard he let grow in both sides of his cheek and his jaw. On both sides of his head, his ears looked as if covered by a seal, and long antennas stretched from them reaching an inch above his head. He had his right hand resting on the left part of his chest and on it was the beautiful life-like tattoo of a white lotus.

It's like he's my human teddy bear, he keeps my nightmare away. I started rubbing my forefinger over his tons of tattoos on his left arm. It feels like the skin on his tattoo felt a bit bulging but I love he feeling of it against my skin. I glued my eyes on his mermaid tattoo and it's funny how he has a mermaid tattoo on him when he's a man. But for some reason it even makes him more manly even though it's a female-ish tattoo. I run my forefinger down to his long fingers and held his hand as I stare at his fingernails. His hand was really huge. It could even cover my entire palm. I tried to entwine my fingers in between the spaces of his fingers and held his hand tight.