WHO: Addy Ceredig, Iestyn Ceredig, Saint David, Henry Claus WHEN: Saturday Feb 26th WHERE: Medical tattoo place WHAT: Medical tattoos and trauma WARNINGS: TBA but memories of Lucifer's basement
Addy hardly ever left her room without concealer on. It didn't matter if all she was going to do was schlub around at home, she was in full-face from sunup to sundown. She could count on one hand the amount of times anyone who wasn't Iestyn had seen her scars, and most of those were when she was in the hospital. Or when she had literally just vomited on Henry and then cleaned herself off. Addy hated them. Didn't like to see them in the mirror. Didn't like other people seeing them and either looking at her with pity, or not looking at her at all. The scars were large and ugly and they told a story far more terrible without Addy ever having to say a word.
Today though. Today was her first tattoo session and she was going without makeup. She had had one session where large photos had been taken so colour matching could be done, and she had gone in full face and then she had had to clean it all off in the bathroom and it had felt horrible. So for the entire ride, she huddled in the backseat with Iestyn. Henry and David were in the front seats, doggedly trying to have a cheerful and distracting conversation but Addy kept her hoody pulled up over her head and she clung to her brother's arm.
They pulled to a stop in the car park, and Addy turned to Iestyn, frowning. "Remind me I'll be okay?"