Gemotions

The gallery owner, Mr. Fitzwilliam, sputtered, waving a phone in his hand. “They’ve *inked* it, Beatrice! Inked it permanently!” He looked utterly scandalized. Beatrice, however, couldn't suppress the wide grin that stretched across her face.

Her fingers danced across her own cheek, a phantom touch mimicking the flowing lines of her "Ephemeral Bloom" series. To think someone loved it enough to make it a part of them!

“Well, show me,” she finally managed, her voice a little breathy. Fitzwilliam, still flustered, reluctantly tapped a photo on the screen. There it was: her work, blooming in vibrant colour across a stranger’s forearm. She let out a soft chuckle.