Sparrow Tattoo Sailor Novels & Stories

But on taking a closer look at her face, I was met with strikingly siAmayar features with that of Dove. Her pouty lips, however, were definitely siAmayar to Hawk's. The man who stood beside her, also had a siAmayar aura to hers. The first thing I noticed about him was that he was really huge. No kidding, he made the woman look like a kid even though she seemed just around the same height as I was – 5'8. His hair was a matching shade of brown as Hawk’s. However, unlike Hawk’s, which was in a low cut, his was long and knotted in a ponytail. He wore a black, sleeveless shirt which I feared was a size too small; given how it seemed like it could rip off his body at any second. Both his arms we

Sarah's breath caught as he stepped forward, unbuttoning his shirt completely before shrugging it off. He climbed into the pool effortlessly, the water barely slowing him down as he moved toward her. She couldn't stop her eyes from raking over his hard-muscled body, which had a big bird tattooed on his chest. She had barely noticed the tattoo under the red light that day. It was visible now. A big black bird. Vivid but beautiful, and also scary. He had another tattoo wrapping his wrist like bangles. They suit him like hell. She pressed back as he approached, but the edge of the pool stopped her.

A startled gasp leaves me when my eyes are met with the most beautiful tattoo I have ever seen, similar to what I have glimpsed on Jamari a few times. A flaming pentagram rests over the spot where my heart beats erratically. A full moon fills the circle within, with lighting swirling around the flames and a lightning bolt shooting down the center. A black raven can be seen against the bright light of the moon, its wings posed as if in flight, three black feathers float down towards the bottom of the tattoo. My fingers move up to rub the mark, a feeling of wholeness crashes through me, providing me with a sense of belonging that I have never felt before. “It is breathtaking.” I whisper, my fi

Before he and Cyan talked again. "Why is it that everyone has a tattoo?" this is what I've been asking for a while now. "Everyone is required to have one." "Really? So even us? Are we going to get tattoos too?" "Uhuh? And at the bar we're going to, there's the tattoo artist who will put you in. I'll go with you." "What style tattoo do we need to have?" "It depends on you, darling." "You? What about you?" "Three ravens." He showed the part near his chest. Three birds were there and it was all a raven.

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.

Ryker asked, lifting my face to meet his gaze. I nodded. “It's a bird,” “Bird?” I repeated my brows shooting up. “Hmm. Some people say calling one bird means they have freedom. But to me, it's hope. You won't know it is a bird until you look closer. Ralph and the rest thought it was an eagle,” I leaned over and squinted my eyes at his chest. Ryker laughed. “Just tell me to take off the top. So you can see clearly.” In one moment, he took off the top shirt. The clear tattoo came into view. And I looked closer. “It's a bird,” My eyes lit up. “Yes, it is. I like them to think that it is an eagle. But I know what it is,”

It sounded like he truly believed what he was saying. He did look different; more defined muscles, was a bit taller, had a completely different accent, and most of all, he didn’t have the small tattoo of the bird that we both got on my birthday last year. We both got those tattoos right on the right side of our necks. At first, when Samuel had asked me why we were getting tattoos of birds, I told him it was because they were cute. But Samuel came up with a much deeper meaning. He said that the birds represented our love for each other; that they were lovebirds.

I admire the tattoo taking up most of his back, it's similar to Storms. It's a pair of evil snake eyes in red, with a green and yellow snake wrapped around the pistol facing the red eyes of the evil snake. The words The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club are written under the pistol. But what has me at a standstill is the shading that's done around the entire picture, it's a light shading but unmistakable. It's wings, Angel wings. I don't say anything. I want to but I'm tongue tied. I scan his back and stop at the blue bruises around his sides.

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.

She knows the piece well. It’s a beautiful peacock-like bird, but it was orange and red, a phoenix. There are lilies trailing behind it in a sweeping line across her back, each with a name cleverly hidden in the stamens. Her tattoo sleeves look like smoke is rising from between her fingers and curling around her arms and up to and around her shoulders. The tattoos on her arms meet up with the back piece, connecting it all together. She’s had this tattoo for years, unaware of the irony.