Tattoo Behind Ear Ideas Novels & Stories

I said as he nodded. He disappeared into the back leaving me and Seth out together, Seth went round the shop checking out the drawings and designs of different tattoo, the man came back out later with different designs for me to choose from which I had a hard time choosing, I didn't like anyone. "What about this one? " he pushed forward another one and again a bluntly refused it, I started checking the remaining designs until Seth came with a design and handed it over to the man. "This one at her nape.." The man wore a bewildered look. "She can't do this one." the man argued while I snatched it away from him, it was a rose interpreting a clock.

Her chances of survival were 50-50. I ran my gaze from her ears down to her neck. I swallowed hard. I could imagine the softness of her skin against my sharp canines. Then my brows furrowed. I turned her head slowly to reveal a small tattoo. It was shaped like a crescent moon. Just behind her ear. Barely noticeable. It looked dull. But it sparkled with a silvery glow. This was strange. I don't recall seeing this tattoo in the past. Then it clicked in me.

I refuse to end up with the same cruel fate. It was then that something caught my attention, and when I turned my head to the side, I could see it clearly. Right behind my ear, a bit downwards, I saw something that was not on my body before--moon tattoo sort of, half white, and half red. I reached out my hand to touch it, and it was as real as it could be. For now, none of this was making any sense, but until I figure out a way to take charge of my faith, my mind would not be at ease.

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.

Slowly the pain ebbed away and my neck felt numb with the occasional stinging. “Hazel? There is something on your neck?” Lorena stopped dabbing the wound and I felt my neck. The burn was gone but I couldn’t feel anything. Everyone was staring at me now and Cassie handed me a mirror from he purse. On my neck, was a freshly done tattoo, of a blood red eye next to a black crescent moon, intricately designed, with every detail standing out. I rubbed at it but it didn’t come off. Maybe the ritual did work.

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.

And the pounding of my heart in my ears. That’s when I saw it—a tattoo behind his ear, just catching the moonlight. It was my name. Stamped in jagged black ink like a brand. Like a promise he’d carved into his skin just to make sure I never left his body or his mind. It looked like a secret he didn’t want anyone else to see–not even me. But I had just seen it. “Hayden…” I breathed, stunned. He didn’t say a word. He lifted his head. His eyes locked on mine, dark and burning.

The light traveled over the line of his shoulders and the slope of his spine I noticed a tattoo on his back close to his shoulders I hadn’t picked up before: a spider inked over what looked like the faded outline of a skull. Faint shadows of the old design showed beneath the new one. I considered asking, but some things felt private, like bookmarks in someone else’s book. I let it be.

I just shrugged and looked around the shop. I left Luke there and looked around at the walls where their designs were displayed. I will admit, their proposed samples for tattoos are great. There's Tribal or Polynesian tattoos that's inspired by the numbers of indigenous communities' beliefs and culture. There's Japanese that I believe is very rare these days, as well as the American traditional. I was also amazed with the samples of their Realism tattoos. Along with them are the New School and Watercolor which I think has something in common, they just look a little bit alike but you'll see the difference if you'll look at it closely.

And that is when I see it. She turns slightly as she reaches past me to flip the small light by the entrance. A casual movement. Natural. And the light catches the back of her ear. A tattoo. Small. Precise. The kind of marking that takes a specific kind of needle and a specific kind of intention. Not decorative — not the ornamental kind that people choose because they like the design. Numbers. A sequence of them. Fine lined. Old enough to have settled completely into the skin. I have seen markings like this before.