Romans & histoires Roman Wilson Butterfly Tattoo

Only I knew she was alive and the tattoos were meaningful, still are. The tattoo was inspired by Talitha. She got a tattoo of a snake shedding its skin with a tiny butterfly next to it. I loved it. The work was implacable, I couldn't draw my eyes away from it, it was us. I wanted my own so I got the same tattoo on the side of my waist, right below my ribs on the tight. Mine is the opposite, a snake is wrapped around the butterfly playfully with a the quote, "Evil and good both win." That was two years ago. Adrian likes that tattoo the most, he adorns it with his mouth every time he has me bound to his bed, he likes it. He joked he would get my name on him but as much as I want my name on him

I inwardly murmured to myself. Ethan had a tattoo on his back. Right across his shoulders were medium- sized horizontal wings. They looked a little Goth and almost Greco-Roman in their black inked starkness. I loved the quote underneath the wings. No more yielding but a dream. I saw it in the shower when he turned to get the soap.

The three tattoos were perfectly visible: on her right shoulder, her left shoulder, and the base of her back. On her right shoulder was a beautiful wolf with blue eyes and turquoise irises. The wolf's expression was serene but powerful, as if it held ancient secrets. On her left shoulder, two wolves were embracing, their bodies intertwined in a gesture of affection and unity, with half a heart drawn between them. And at the base of her back, a complex tribal tattoo, involving words written in an ancient, unknown language, seemed to pulsate with its own energy. She remembered clearly the night before, when Owen looked at her with eyes full of pride and emotion. He had knelt behind her and, wi

Killian rolled his eyes before lifting up his t-shirt. Right at the top of the half of his ‘v’ on the right left side, he got the name ‘Nymph’ tattooed in cursive, with the ‘y’ looping to make a heart. The name was tattooed in a dark blue colour. Next to the name is a paw. He’d gotten the tattoo just over a month ago, against Calypso’s orders, even though she was there when he got it. “What is its significance, though I know it’s got to do with Cally?” Jordan asked.

William managed to book a private room using the VIP membership he had received as a reward during his tenure in Scott designs. Rosaline had been there before, so she was conscious of how luxurious and expensive it was. But she had never been to the private rooms as she wasn’t a member. She politely asked the waiter for the room, who showed her the way. William involuntarily let out a low curse when Rosaline walked in. She was wearing a black jumpsuit with a V cut that ended right above her cleavage, tempting but hiding what was underneath. Her back showed off her beautiful shoulder blades displaying a series of 4 small tattoos of ‘birds in flight’ going from her left shoulder to her neck.

I walk over the her and throw myself done next to her and pull her in for a cuddle and a kiss. “Oh ouch, shit I forgot about that.” She says rubbing her wrist. “Forgot about what?” I eye her suspiciously, Josie told me the plan but not exactly where or what. “This.” She says showing her wrist which reveals an extremely small butterfly and a little E in the wing. “Josie drew them last year and every time we went to get them done one of us didn’t want to go through with it. So I guess today, the girls wanted to put an end to it and so each girl got a similar tattoo in the same spot with their symbol and initial.”

This was the first time I saw Cyrus complete naked and he did not disappoint. He was silent though, which was unlike him. “I got a new tattoo, but I don’t want you to feel weird about it. I just wanted to have a memory of you.” I looked at his body to see what he was talking about and then I noticed a large wolf on his ribs. It kind of looked like Thea, it even had my blue eyes. One side of the wolf’s face was covered in flowers. “It’s still healing, so I can’t go swimming in the next few weeks. I wanted two things to represent you. The flowers and the wolf. I love both sides of you.”

It made me want to reach out and trace the hard lines as well as the tattoos on it. He turned slightly and I caught sight of the rest of his body. The tattoo also covered the left side of his chest, black ink used to drag large wings. It was a raven, it was so detailed down to the sharp talons and the glint of its beady eyes. There were other drawings like a rose with the letter “E”. What does that mean? Family? Or perhaps..a lover? For some reason that thought made me bitter. Beneath it was a phrase written in Latin that flowed into his ribs.

Dabbing over the wound of the Ryuu made the guy clutch his hand into a tight fist hissing and bitting over the cloth on his mouth. The heart tattoo on his wrist with the wings on it in the middle has the initial of R and K. With the arrow bottom going in and out of the heart. "He was the sinner not like you must be worst than you" Takeshi mumbles applying the cream carefully over the corner, placing the cotton over it at the end warping the white bandage around his wound. Ryuu turns his gaze at the boy who has his head bending down rolling the bandage on his wrist. He really can't say or make out what he is really saying as the voice starts to go far and far in the distance.

“What’s this?” “A butterfly,” he replies. I lean closer to have a look. Right, it’s a butterfly. “Why?” I ask. He has half of his chest and arm covered in a dragon tattoo. A butterfly seems a little out of place. “Why not?” he asks. I look up at him and arch an eyebrow. He mirrors my action. Giving up, I proceed to fully remove his shirt. And finally, I’m presented with his mouthwatering torso with his massive dragon tattoo and rock-hard stomach muscles and–