Drabble-ish: Red
Sep. 26th, 2009 01:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trinitydayTitle: Red
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Lily/James
Word Count: 200
Written for:first_order's Speed Drabble Weekend, prompt my face is red
Lily Potter was embarrassed beyond belief. She could feel her face grow hot when the others finally came into the room and saw the humiliating tableau she presented.
Picking herself up off the floor, she tried to walk through them to the door with as much dignity and grace as she could muster, but her legs wobbled and she slipped once again.
James caught her, holding her tight, but even he was too mortified to look her in the eyes, staring off over her shoulder instead.
“Lily, Lily,” he cried into her ear, “what are you doing?”
Lily didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, so she did both.
“I’m so embarrassed,” she said, trying to control herself, “I don’t know what everyone must think of me.”
“Lily,” James said again. He cupped her face, lightly trailing two fingers over her cheekbone. Her blush rubbed off on them.
She stared at his fingers, touched them hesitantly. They were wet and sticky, the colour and consistency of blood. Touching her face, she found more of it there. Her face was covered in blood.
“Lily,” James was saying, “what happened? Please, please, tell me what happened.”
Lily couldn’t answer. She didn’t know.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Lily/James
Word Count: 200
Written for:
first_order's Speed Drabble Weekend, prompt my face is redLily Potter was embarrassed beyond belief. She could feel her face grow hot when the others finally came into the room and saw the humiliating tableau she presented.
Picking herself up off the floor, she tried to walk through them to the door with as much dignity and grace as she could muster, but her legs wobbled and she slipped once again.
James caught her, holding her tight, but even he was too mortified to look her in the eyes, staring off over her shoulder instead.
“Lily, Lily,” he cried into her ear, “what are you doing?”
Lily didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, so she did both.
“I’m so embarrassed,” she said, trying to control herself, “I don’t know what everyone must think of me.”
“Lily,” James said again. He cupped her face, lightly trailing two fingers over her cheekbone. Her blush rubbed off on them.
She stared at his fingers, touched them hesitantly. They were wet and sticky, the colour and consistency of blood. Touching her face, she found more of it there. Her face was covered in blood.
“Lily,” James was saying, “what happened? Please, please, tell me what happened.”
Lily couldn’t answer. She didn’t know.