A LunaTic and Her Gunn

Day 12: Chicago

Considering how intoxicated they had gotten all day and night yesterday, it's surprising that Luna and Colson are awake before any kind of knock hits their hotel room door. It's probably because of the awkward, tangled positions they'd found themselves in from last night. Getting comfortable at the top of the bed, they snuggle up together. Colson running his fingers through her golden hair as they talk about different things. He wants to fly his tattoo guy out to meet them in Kansas City on Thursday.

"Think it'll hurt?" Colson asks Luna about the head tattoo he wants.

"Hmmmmph." Luna giggles to herself.

Remembering the pain, Luna touches the back of her head. Just above the divot that slopes into her neck at the very base of her skull about three fingers wide and long; she has the replica of an old CA license plate tattooed. Instead of numbers it has the word WARD like a vanity plate. A registration sticker sits expiring in the bottom right corner on June of 1999. The hidden piece is the only ink Luna has for her mother.

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❇Known as Lizard or Izzy, Patti and Robert didn't bother to name their unwanted pregnancy. Never being adopted, the forgotten baby was eventually titled by a Catholic nun in the orphanage she was abandoned in. Always being a ward of The State, Luna's mother eventually found a name; becoming Elizabeth Ann Ward when she finally turned 18yrs old. With Patti feeling immense guilt throughout her life, it finally came to a head when her only child contacted her from prison regarding the safety of her unknown granddaughter. The old punk had found herself confused, terrified and heartbroken by the young woman's call. Quickly searching Luna out; her grandmother legally changed the tiny descendant's name out of fear after adopting her upon Izzy's self predicted death. The hidden marking on her skull was the first tattoo Luna had ever sat for; leaving her to never forget her true home or that initial sense of insatiable pain. Always keeping her hair long, only three other people know that she has it. One of them being the artist; Colson isn't another and neither is her grandmother. Having endured it's beautiful pain during the summer she turned 14yrs old with Jackson and Opie; the undercut needed had grown out in just enough time before she returned home to NY. The tattoo wasn't the only first for Luna in The Summer of 2006. It was the same year that Jackson had gotten his bike, he'd taught her not only how to ride but how to also handle a gun. It was also the first time Luna had ever had sex too. Popping her cherry with Jackson on a warm late July night. That Summer of 2006 was a wild surprise of love and rebellion while also being filled with self recognition. Luna gaining and losing many different things in those 3mnths as it sprang a slow burning action in a long series of events.❇

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"YEAH. On the back of your skull? You're gonna feel that vibration through your teeth, eyes, ears. It's gonna hurt like a motherfucker." Luna answers with a smile playing on her lips.

"Shit, I didn't think of it like that." Colson admits, not noticing Luna's detailed response.

"You'll be fine. Don't act like you don't like a little pain." Luna lifts up, biting his lip.

"Mmm... " Colson pulls Luna into him.

Kissing her deeply, Luna feels her body flush. Pushing up and climbing on top of him fully, she pins him down against the bed. Lightly biting along his neck; each one a little harder as she makes her way to his nipples. Colson laughs and squirms as she drags her nails down his body, biting his tattooed sides and stomach.