Roman Wilson Butterfly Tattoo の小説・ストーリー

I looked up at my mentor, my eyes holding a near-fanatical seriousness, mixed with a hint of vulnerability. A butterfly that truly emerges from its cocoon shouldn't just be beautiful. Its wings should be marked by blood, by the scars of its struggle. That's the proof it broke free." Even indoors, despite the heating, I was bundled in thick long sleeves and pants. Only a sliver of my slender neck was visible. The massive glass wall of the studio acted like a cold mirror, clearly reflecting a new tattoo behind my ear—a meticulously designed butterfly. The break in its wings cleverly covered the faint scar left behind by a shard of the crystal chandelier that had fallen in the Blackwood family

My jerremy coiled out, wrapping around his butterfly tattoo again, when its purple wings nipped with magic. “Your ink,” I asked, “is that what’s controlling your nature?” “Do you like it? Such a clever tattoo with magic woven into it that hides my Curse, when appearing nothing more than the mark of the Alpha Empire, where the Purple King butterfly is our national emblem,” King spat out, flinching as I reached to touch the tattoo. I instantly pulled back. “I’m sorry, it’s just so…”

Like, what could be better than my Diesel? But Raven was already describing her new man — the way he looked at her when he thought no one was watching, how he had done some shit even when she never spared him any attention. Then she mentioned it casually: the butterfly tattoo on his left arm. She said he got it because she once— My chewing slowed. A butterfly tattoo… I had definitely seen that before. The pieces clicked together in my head, one by one. My eyes widened slowly as the realization hit me. “No way…” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

I whisper more towards myself. The tattoo is of no ordinary design. The intricate details almost seem inhumanly made. Swirls of dusty-grey storm clouds surround a midnight-blue sword. They begin at the handles and spiral throughout the golden blade. Behind the sword lays black and blue tip wings. Each feather tip is like a tempestuous addiction. The closer I come, I want to touch it. Visions of the wings wrapping around me, never allowing me to escape, consume my thoughts. I look up at Raquel and shiver, not understanding how a tattoo could be so powerful.

The gold dust on the butterfly’s wings fell in tiny showers. “It’s still not enough. It doesn’t hurt enough,” she whispered. Her fingernails pressed into her palm without thinking. A faint brown mark appeared there. It was an old wound. “The butterfly that can truly break out of its cocoon must carry blood.” Yvette wore long sleeves and pants. In the warm studio, only her neck was exposed. The glass wall reflected the new butterfly tattoo behind her ear. Its broken wing perfectly covered the scar left by the chandelier that had fallen back then.

Her eyes were blue colored and she had full kissable lips she painted over with some clear lip gloss. She had a large watercolor tattoo of a Phoenix on her left side in red orange and many other colors. On her thigh was a watercolor tattoo of a wolf howling to the moon. What bothered her the most was the three most personal tattoos she had. One was on her right forearm it was a watercolor tattoo of a Celtic Love knot the read “Love is real”, Rhys has the same one that read “Real is Love”. Another one was the was of their fingerprints that came together and formed the shape of an heart, Rhys also had the same thing. And the last was the obvious one, It was and eternal love tattoo right above

This one she could see better with her own eyes, but less well with the face-level mirror. She swallowed hard before beginning to remove the third bandage. It was this, the newest addition, on the v of her thighs where her pubic hair had grown in rebellion of the Triquetra’s mockery, and that Rhett had waxed from her before beginning the tattoo, that was most mysterious for her, as lying flat as she had been, she had been unable to see anything at all as he had done it. He had continued the greenery theme with leaves and flowers, and a butterfly perched on a chrysalis.

“It’s a umbrella for you. Butterfly wings are big enough to keep out the rain.” Jenny took the piece of paper in her hands. The paper made a “rustling” sound as it moved between her fingers. The crayon colors left marks on her fingerprints—pink, blue, brown, green—standing out sharply against her pale skin. She looked down at the butterfly. Its wings were pink, with asymmetrical patterns: three dots on the left wing and two on the right. The butterfly’s body was brown, and its antennae were blue, bending to form two question-mark-shaped arcs on the paper.

This time as she shimmied side to side, the top of the robe slid down, exposing her shoulders and upper back. Josie pulled it up, then lifted the back of it, giving him a quick playful flash of her blue thong. Kenny's breath caught when he saw it was little more than string between her cheeks, and he'd just gotten a quick glimpse of her entire ass. She went back to the top, lowering the robe, but this time let it slide all the way down her back. "What the fuck is that?" Kenny rose from behind the camera. On Josie's back, between her shoulder blades was a colorful butterfly tattoo. It was damn big, taking up the entire middle of her back. Above it, in a flowing cursive font was the word 'Beli

I asked, annoyed. He scratched the back of his neck and for some reason I followed his hand and saw the tattoo on his neck. It's a Butterfly! I just remembered that bitch Annalise had one like that too. So he's a member of the butterfly gang. My day got even worse! Good thing they don't know me. Should I get a Dragon tattoo? And "eat" that little butterfly! What am I thinking. So annoying! "Oh, I'm sorry pretty lady. I was in a hurry. By the way, I'm Adrian Regalado." He introduced himself smiling and extended his hand.