Send A 💍 For Our Muses To Wake Up Married After A Night Of Heavy Drinking || Accepting
Her head was pounding as the light crossed her eyes. She squeezed them tighter with a groan. Hangovers. She hated those, but who didn’t? She was usually smart about avoiding them, but sometimes you just wound up having a few bottles of wine on some bet with an Italian, and the next thing you knew, you couldn’t remember a single thing between “You really think you can out drink me? I grew up with Russians.” and the morning sun creeping in through the hotel window.
She breathed in deep through her nose. The air had a lot of scents lingering on it, but one stood out. The smell of a familiar man sharing her bed. She moved her hand slightly and it brushed against a warm body. She opened her eyes enough to see, and confirmed her suspicions. Lovino was next to her, and as naked as she was. Well, nothing to regret there, she thought, though she did rather wish she could remember it. It might have been nice. Then again, if they were that drunk, it might have been terrible. Maybe it was best to just pretend it had been great.
Something felt off though. There was a thought at the edge of her mind. Like some kind of memory that she couldn’t really place. As she was trying to bring it up, she noticed a weird feeling on her hand. She pulled it out from under the covers and her eyes widened. She sat straight up and grabbed Lovino’s hand too to look. Sure enough, they were both wearing gold bands upon them. “What the fuck? Lovino! Lovinoa, wake up.”