patrochlos:

“Six months before, Ronan had gotten the intricate black tattoo that covered
most of his back and snaked up his neck, and now the monochromatic
lines of it were stark in the claustrophobic lamplight,
more real than anything else in the room. It was a peculiar tattoo,
both vicious and lovely, and every time Gansey saw it, he saw something different in the pattern. 
Tonight, nestled in an inked glen of wicked, beautiful flowers…”