there was nothing comforting about the blasted ray of sunshine that had her eyes fluttering open -- should it be painful to open your eyes? emmeline would say no, but here she was with a blinding headache -- this hangover was going to be her hell.
“oh, for the love of godric” she groaned as she tried to sit up, her side was on fire and the fact that she felt someone against her back nearly had her terrified to turn, but the sight of ginger hair had her exclaiming in relief --
“lily” she muttered, trying to pry the girl away from slumber land just to be met with a grumble and a still very much sleeping girl, “lily evans” she repeated, her tone annoyingly screeching with a purpose -- the girl sat up right quickly and if she wasn’t in a world of pain, she might have felt a tad guilty. “what in merlin’s name happened last night?” she questioned, willing her body to shuffle out of the bed, she doubt the ginger with her face buried in her hands had answers for her, but the fact that she was clutching her side had her curious --
“oi, tell me we didn’t --” eyes wide, alarmed as she realized that the stinging felt familiar-- that she had felt this pain once before when she had gotten the sunflowers etched along her ribs, lifting her shirt carefully -- she snuck a peak at the lilies that were added carefully around the sunflowers -- her lips stretched into an o as she realized her drunk arse had truly done the unthinkable.
“i don’t hate it --” she muttered, comforting gaze on lily as she wondered what was now engraved on her body, “i hope it’s peonies and not vancey pants --” there were worse things out there than a tattoo celebrating one of her favourite people.