Prize for Trivia Time, February 15th
Dedication: Gwen (wintergreen825)
Prompt: Lunar Heroic Shadow (Harry/Luna/Blaise)
Word Count: (Per Google Docs) 500
Luna was bent over Blaise's back, skillfully pricking at his skin with her handmade bone needle while quietly humming to herself. Harry watched as Luna worked, positioning himself close enough to Blaise's side to hold his hand but still easily able to see the tattoo come to life. She'd been working on it for over three weeks in the refuge of the abandoned classroom she'd transformed, and it was nearly finished. He couldn't wait to see the bird in motion once Luna touched up the phantom lines that allowed it to move once the charm that'd set the ink and activate its magic was cast.
She was touching up the pied raven's white breast at the center of his back before wiping the spot clear of excess ink and blood with a soft, absorbent cloth. She leaned back to inspect her work, checking for areas that didn't take the ink. The white popped beautifully against Blaise's dark skin, as did the outline of the raven itself. All that was left was detailing the wings. Luna knew that they were going to be quite uncomfortable to work on due to their positioning on his shoulder blades.
Luna patted Blaise on the arm before standing. "Let's have a break. The wings are not going to be pleasant, but we're nearly finished if you're willing to do a bit more."
Blaise groaned despite himself. Sitting upright, he stretched his arms, rolled his neck, and straightened his back and shoulders to work the kinks out before they started to cramp. Leaning over the backside of a chair grew uncomfortable after a while; luckily Luna knew frequent breaks were crucial for the art.
Harry handed him some water and smiled warmly. "I can't wait for you to see it, you're going to love it."
"If I'd known it was going to be so painful, I'd have gone smaller and placed it somewhere else," Blaise teased, feeling the idle burn on his back where Luna was working.
"Always the ambitious one," Luna said, placing a fresh tray of ink and a sterilized needle on the end table. "It will be as magnificent as Harry's dahlias once it's complete."
She admired her handiwork imprinted on the canvas that was Blaise's back, carefully watching the phantom lines' subtle movement as he breathed and rolled his shoulders.
"Everything you create is magnificent, Luna," Harry corrected.
Blaise took Harry's right hand in his, sliding a thumb over the peach-and-red dahlia that hid the marred skin on the back of it. "He's right."
Luna smiled, eyes sparkling in the ambient light from their praise. Resuming her seat, she cleaned Blaise's shoulder blades. "Ready to give the raven her wings?"
Blaise nodded, leaning over the chair, Harry's hand still in his.
"The bone is close, you're going to feel the pricks more," Harry explained. "Speak up if you need to."
"I will."
The first few pricks were fine, but Luna stopped when Blaise hissed.
"What? Are you done already?"
The three laughed.
