Now Luna is sitting cross-legged, unashamed and white, her long blond hair falling like waves over the curve of her spine. She let it grow after the war - it touches the small of her back, riding her vertebrae like a light-soaked sea. She's playing a pebble
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I love that every line is really important, and well-articulated, and heavy, you know?
"You should kiss me now," Luna says, her fingers laced in her lap. The moonlight shines behind her and makes her glow, cold and delicate. Ginny hadn't noticed the print of her dress. Flowers. Daffodils. I just love the ending of that phrase, the choppy Flowers. Daffodils. That's so very Luna, and very like Ginny to notice.
"Dawn isn't my favorite season," she said to Ginny once, quietly and like a confidence, just before she slid her fingers into Ginny and made her moan. This is the type of thing I can just hear Luna saying in my head, and a really vivid image, too.
I lovelovelove Luna as a character. Writing her is always interesting and difficult and I love her association with Ginny. And thank you for the Flowers. Daffodils. bit! I actually hesitated about putting a hyphen or a semicolon there, so I'm glad it worked without.
Anyway, just thank you, and thank you for pointing me to this meme, it's great!
yeah, i kind of figured you would expect the eleanor/danielle one, which i'm totally going to write one of these days, but probably in a longer fic? i don't know, i'm thinking something original, maybe their relationship through the eyes of the boys or something like that, i'll see.
anyway, i'm glad you wanted this one more, and i hope you liked it!
There's this sense of distance between Ginny and Luna, with Ginny feeling wrong-footed for a lot of the meeting, and it is aching and so true. It was very fitting that Ginny didn't quite know what Luna was talking about, when Luna missed the closeness and intensity of war, which is now over.
And god, your prose is stunning. I was hooked from the first paragraph:
the way life violence used to be beautiful until it was their skins the bruises marred and their lovers death took.
asdfjkl;lkjfdsfasdjkl;lkj. From that first instant, you realize the gap between how Ginny thinks about the war, and Luna's.
I loved your imagery so much, too, especially all the descriptions of Luna. They're somehow simple, but original, and very striking. I see Luna as so ethereal, though, and I'm as unsurprised as Luna when she vanishes in the end.
Thank you so much! I'm so glad you like it, thanks for the prompts.
I always kind of assume that no one understands Luna, to be honest. Luna doesn't have the social restraints that Ginny has, she's broad-minded and she doesn't understand the fear someone could have to miss the war, for example. She misses it, and that's it. There's no over-analysis with Luna.
Thank you, thank you so much! (Though sorry for all the typos, I re-read and it made me cringe, there's a cleaner version at my journal if you want.)
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I love that every line is really important, and well-articulated, and heavy, you know?
"You should kiss me now," Luna says, her fingers laced in her lap. The moonlight shines behind her and makes her glow, cold and delicate. Ginny hadn't noticed the print of her dress. Flowers. Daffodils. I just love the ending of that phrase, the choppy Flowers. Daffodils. That's so very Luna, and very like Ginny to notice.
"Dawn isn't my favorite season," she said to Ginny once, quietly and like a confidence, just before she slid her fingers into Ginny and made her moan. This is the type of thing I can just hear Luna saying in my head, and a really vivid image, too.
A;DKSLFJS I LOVED IT
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I lovelovelove Luna as a character. Writing her is always interesting and difficult and I love her association with Ginny. And thank you for the Flowers. Daffodils. bit! I actually hesitated about putting a hyphen or a semicolon there, so I'm glad it worked without.
Anyway, just thank you, and thank you for pointing me to this meme, it's great!
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And yes, this meme is THE BEST THING EVER basically.
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It really is! I saw one of your prompts that I like, so I'll see if I can fill that later tonight.
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Here's hoping it's the one I think it is ;)
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And which one do you think it is, then? You've got me curious now.)
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for some reason I thought it would be the danielle peazer/eleanor calder one, but this is even better and I actually wanted it more. SO HERE I GO.
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anyway, i'm glad you wanted this one more, and i hope you liked it!
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There's this sense of distance between Ginny and Luna, with Ginny feeling wrong-footed for a lot of the meeting, and it is aching and so true. It was very fitting that Ginny didn't quite know what Luna was talking about, when Luna missed the closeness and intensity of war, which is now over.
And god, your prose is stunning. I was hooked from the first paragraph:
the way life violence used to be beautiful until it was their skins the bruises marred and their lovers death took.
asdfjkl;lkjfdsfasdjkl;lkj. From that first instant, you realize the gap between how Ginny thinks about the war, and Luna's.
I loved your imagery so much, too, especially all the descriptions of Luna. They're somehow simple, but original, and very striking. I see Luna as so ethereal, though, and I'm as unsurprised as Luna when she vanishes in the end.
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I always kind of assume that no one understands Luna, to be honest. Luna doesn't have the social restraints that Ginny has, she's broad-minded and she doesn't understand the fear someone could have to miss the war, for example. She misses it, and that's it. There's no over-analysis with Luna.
Thank you, thank you so much! (Though sorry for all the typos, I re-read and it made me cringe, there's a cleaner version at my journal if you want.)
Thank you ♥
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