song for Luna

[suncolors]

☾ And we aren't all that we seem, but we are more than we know.
(Caspian)
☾ Is that who you are? To think we never needed to say hello.
(Caspian)
☾ Man-made never made our dreams collide.
(Edmund)
☾ Reconcile.
(Edmund)
☾ You don't need eyes to see.
(Kay)
☾ Where was my head when I needed it most?
(Caspian)
☾ Don't keep appointments with disappointment.
(Aslan)
☾

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so you lost your trust, and you never should have

[wintersking]

He arrives with his thoughts in a jumble, scattered and fragmented. Torn between loyalty to his brother and what he just say, between his need to deliberate and not having all of the facts. Ultimately, it all served to frustrate him.

Still, Ed does his best to shove that aside for Luna's sake, if anything. She doesn't need to be dragged down too.

But he can't get the memory of Peter's icy cold hand out of his mind.

"Hello." he states when he enters, even though she'll know it's him without even looking up.

so you lost your trust, and you never should have

[suncolors]

It is late in the day and the sun sets early, so it is a darkness that plays the part of Edmund's backdrop when he enters the stables. Having brought Destrier a carrot, for she knows too many apples can be a bad thing for horses and warbnauts, she pats the side of his neck briefly, watching him finish said carrot before she bows her head slightly

so you lost your trust, and you never should have

[wintersking]

"Nargles only inhabit places where other animals are?" it's kind of a reflex no, asking questions of these things that he's never seen, never even heard of. Ed glances at the stall for a moment before slipping inside, leaning against one of the walls.

"Do you visit him often?" he's eager to get the subject off of tonight's events if he can, because the thought only makes him angry.

so you lost your trust, and you never should have

[suncolors]

"No, but they are fond of having company," she says about the nargles.

"Everyday," she nods to the second question and takes seat at one of the far corners of the empty stall. The hay is fresh and therefore clean, a plain but sufficient setting for a conversation, at least as far as Luna Lovegood is concerned and she peers at the boy king across from her. Some might call her pale, wide eyes intrusive no matter how furtive she was about how she would look, but in this case she stares without inhibition, as she so often does, just reading him like a well balanced book, even if she says nothing about it. Some things don't need to be talked about, and the others, he will bring about himself eventually, she supposes with a soft smile.

"How are you this day?" she asks, hands folded quietly in her lap.

so you lost your trust, and you never should have

[wintersking]

She's curious, he can read her that much, at least. But it's not a stuffy, intrusive kind of curiosity- or at least he thinks so, and Edmund has always been quite good at reading people. Her staring doesn't bother him- he accepts it as ineveitable, in some ways.

"There's, well-" this is the point where he takes a deep breath, hands deep in his pockets, slouching- stalling. "Not very well, I suppose." he finally does admit, eyes glancing away, unable to meet her stare.

And he knows better than to follow up with a 'and you'? Because this is the topic that's been established, and he knows that she'll just say that she's fine, in her usual dreamy manner.

"It's a bit complicated, actually."

so you lost your trust, and you never should have

[suncolors]

When he says that it is complicated she purses her lips, a sort of murmur escaping that means nothing at all, no words attempting to take that place because she doesn't have any to share yet. Hands folded in her lap, she moves them to pull her knees to her chest, arms circling round them as she leans back against one of the stall sides. Her head tilts a bit, as if to encourage him to say more.

This house of Pevensies and a Telmarine is fraught with a density that betrays its occupants with turns of the head or downward glances, a spirit that doesn't quite settle. They have very different auras, this Edmund and that Caspian, the only two of which she has met, but two is enough to tell sometimes. Here treads something more than it seems.

Luna is fond of this, whatever sadness slips through its edges. Sad is happy sometimes, in a deeper way than anyone might usually perceive.

so you lost your trust, and you never should have

[wintersking]

For some strange reason, it's him that breaks the silence first.

"Someone decided that it would be a great lark if he switched bodies with my brother. I don't know how he did it- some sort of wind magic. But Peter's not taking it well, that much I know." there's too much going on and he doesn't quite know what to think about this.

With Peter it's never simple- he'd never let it be.

He's cold. Ed thinks, but it seems foolish to voice that here and now. Anyone else would have brushed it aside as the temperature or the snow when he tackled his brother to the ground- but Ed's always been good at seeing things that others didn't, and these are the details one should be paying attention to.

"Luna. What would cause someone to feel...cold to the touch? And not because of the snow, or because it's winter. Actually, truly cold."

She knows more of the matters of magic than he does.

so you lost your trust, and you never should have

[suncolors]

"Well," she begins quietly, and this is not so unusual because it is simpler to have a quiet way than any other kind. It lets you think and it lets you dream and it lets others fall into some space that makes both parties a little more reachable, sometimes. Uncurling slightly, she crosses her legs at the ankles, knees bent, hands resting on either knee respectively