Persephone Tattoo Drawing Novels & Stories

******* EPILOGUE Six Years Later… Araheen finished the last flourish of a script tattoo across a man’s forearm, the words MY LIFE IS PRECIOUS flowing in elegant black ink. Beside it was the image of a woman based on a sketch the client himself had drawn. She bore a striking resemblance to a sylph, though Araheen did not think much of it. Satisfied with her work, she switched off the tattoo machine and set her tools aside. “It’s done, sir,” she said. “I hope you like it.”

It held special meaning to me, everything on my skin did. “Don’t play dumb Wynter. What’s with the new tattoo?” “Just something personal to go over my heart.” Petr returned and handed me a sheet of drawing paper. I looked at the improved version of my tattoo and smiled. It was exactly what I’d had in mind. The rose was spectacular and the names seemed three-dimensional. “It’s perfect. Let’s do it.” I took off my shirt and Petr studied my sleeves for quite some time and made some adjustments to the sketch. He nodded his head, happy with what he saw and cleaned the area where he’d start to work on. I relaxed and closed my eyes as he started inking my chest.