Meaning Of The Swallow Bird Tattoo Novels & Stories

"I wouldn't miss it. Throw me a bagel, would ya?" He stopped what he was doing and gazed at her, catching her eyes with his. She let her gaze linger over him, stopping on the Charity tattoo that now had a bird flying away from the name. When he'd gotten it done and presented her with her engagement ring, he'd told her that it was okay to fly. Flying was soaring above the clouds and looking down on everything you had, appreciating life for what it was. The complete opposite of running. Flying meant she was free—free to do what she wanted, when she wanted. And if she needed grounding? He'd be there to help her.

Cassandra's POV “Tell me what you think,” Chris held his breath as my fingers moved to touch the tattoo on his back. Oh God, I've seen this tattoo so many times, but in this messed up state, I'm saying that I want to see it. “You... when did you get this tattoo?” I stared at the bird's eye on his back—the eagle and the snake. Chris had a tattoo of an eagle wrapped around a snake, so the two seemed to be competing to outdo each other. From a distance, I hadn't really noticed that there was a snake in this tattoo, but it turned out that the snake clutching the eagle looked very real when approached.

There were two average sized banners hanging on each side of the wall, both dark grey in color with some kind of bird symbol in the middle, sewn neatly in silver thread. “What is that logo, bird?” Jai asked out loud. “Hm? Oh yeah. It’s a duck combined with a swan. It symbolizes freedom and peace,” the guard said, signing his signature on the three travellers’ name in the guest book. Jai looked curiously again at the logo, finding it slightly interesting. ‘So… Duck symbolizes freedom here? Is it because they freely migrate wherever they want or what?’ he jokingly wondered. “Is it alright if we spend the night here, officer?” Darrion asked. “As I said before, we are new to this region, and we’

Sarah’s POV. I glance at a tattoo on my wrist – it’s a bird with a broken-wing, the memories float in my mind. I remember I have always passionate about music. My thumb brushes over the broken-wing, back then, it was a symbol of defeat. Now, it feels different. Not healed, but unfinished. I lower my hand slowly. “That girl…” I whisper to myself, my voice barely audible over the city noise “She didn’t disappear, did she?”

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.

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

Without hesitation, I fetched my phone out of my pocket and browsed on the internet what it meant if someone had a tattoo of a scorpion on his wrist. Some images were displayed on my phone screen and even before I could read out the content behind the scorpion tattoo, someone already beat me to it. "It symbolizes the membership of a well-known dangerous gang known as the Gun fire men." A familiar deep voice rung out loud from behind.

My blush deepened, burying half my face into the duvet as if that would hide it. My mind drifted back to his tattoo. “What inspired your bird tattoo? Been staring at it all morning.” I asked softly. His eyes softened. “The need to be free,” he answered. “To break out. To stop feeling chained.” I smiled. “I’d never been a fan of tattoos… but I love them on you.” He studied my face for a long second, then said quietly, “And I love you with me.” My heart fluttered violently. I didn’t dare speak. I simply curled closer to him, resting my head against his shoulder, letting his warmth soak into me.

“The tattoo she’s drawing on your skin will connect you to a bird. You can always send it information.” He held his hand out, showing me the tattoo on his arm. “I have the same one as well. This means the bird is reserved for just you and me. once our use of it is over, the tattoo will naturally fade away” The woman stepped back as she finished. “If you wish to convene it, all you have to do is speak its name, it will answer.” Her voice was gentle, yet carried an air of worship. She turned to my father, eyes searching for confirmation. He gave a slow, solemn nod, the weight of unexpressed memories shadowing his expression. A strange cold ran down my spine, the solemnity of their words sinkin

"Is that what the tattoo is for? Your Mom?" She slowly nods her head and averts her gaze back towards the window, her tattoo peeking out just a smidge above her uniform collar. "For her... and my Dad. Black angel wings usually represent fallen angels. My Mom and Dad? They were my angels." Silence looms over us as I pull into the department parking lot and turn the engine off. "Will you talk to him for me, Crayvin? Just check on him for me, please? I don't want him alone, and you two are close. He probably needs you more than you think right now, even if he isn't ready to admit that to you, yet."