[ When Luna dreams, there's often terrible things. She dreams of running along the deck of a huge ship as it falls apart around her; of hoping she can change things concerning her death, and still is struck all the same — feeling wholly as she's impaled by the mast of the crow's nest. Other times, she dreams of being in the dark depths of a dungeon — cold and alone and hungry; or the searing pain of a terrible curse and the high-pitched screams of a dishevelled Dark witch in her ear as she grips at her hair, demands answers. Sometimes it's blood and flowers and white dresses, the swing of a mallet and the cracking of skulls.
They're not always so terrible. There's dreams of happiness, too. She dreams of meetings with Dumbledore's Army in the Room of Requirement; of visiting Honeydukes and stuffing her face with various wizarding candy; of spending time with her father as she paints murals in their home — small snippets of joy in her life, of magic. More recently, there's shy romantic dreams replaying her first kiss, or simply cuddled up close with a certain demon-possessed boy exchanging soft words and kisses like secrets.
Fortunately for Lucifer, it's... not that dream in particular. No teenage romance tonight. Instead, Luna finds herself in the Forbidden Forest, the light through the trees illuminating an ethereal blue. She walks alone, quiet — the dream slowly sewing itself together. She comes across a small group of Thestrals, the huge skeletal horses coming to meet her — snorting softly in greeting.
This is a simple joy, something from her very core — her love of magical creatures. She reaches to pet one softly, smilingly dreamily at the creature. As frightening and strange as they may be, as much as they appear to come from an outright nightmare, Luna isn't scared. She never has been. ]
Hello. [ She breaths it out softly, utterly delighted. ] It's good to see you again.
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They're not always so terrible. There's dreams of happiness, too. She dreams of meetings with Dumbledore's Army in the Room of Requirement; of visiting Honeydukes and stuffing her face with various wizarding candy; of spending time with her father as she paints murals in their home — small snippets of joy in her life, of magic. More recently, there's shy romantic dreams replaying her first kiss, or simply cuddled up close with a certain demon-possessed boy exchanging soft words and kisses like secrets.
Fortunately for Lucifer, it's... not that dream in particular. No teenage romance tonight. Instead, Luna finds herself in the Forbidden Forest, the light through the trees illuminating an ethereal blue. She walks alone, quiet — the dream slowly sewing itself together. She comes across a small group of Thestrals, the huge skeletal horses coming to meet her — snorting softly in greeting.
This is a simple joy, something from her very core — her love of magical creatures. She reaches to pet one softly, smilingly dreamily at the creature. As frightening and strange as they may be, as much as they appear to come from an outright nightmare, Luna isn't scared. She never has been. ]
Hello. [ She breaths it out softly, utterly delighted. ] It's good to see you again.