GHOST / o, human au

LUNAFREYA N.F.

✯ — take these broken wings and learn to fly

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It was a quiet morning. Luna was sitting around in her room, reading a book on mythical creatures. For some odd reason, she had taken quite the interest in Greek mythology creatures, such as the Siren and Cerberus.

Luna was a pretty woman. She had medium-blonde hair that was tied up in her ponytail and she wore a long white dress and a crescent-moon necklace was around her neck. A scar could be seen on her cheek and a large bruise was on her left-shoulder.

Deciding that she was bored of reading her book, Lunafreya set it down and with a soft sigh, she left her room and wandered the halls of the Observatory, looking for another to talk to.

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✯ — Luna. The Ascedants. Easy. — ✯

#psychosocial.

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BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS  ✧
the ascendants — starstruck guardian — tags

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Bast had a sizable library hidden away in his room. Of course, he rarely had guests (he wasn't the most social of people, clearly; he was perfectly fine being involved in Clan affairs, but didn't take too quickly too others and hadn't formed any deeply close attachments yet), so it wasn't like he had to work too hard to hide it. He had loads stashed under his bed, some in the drawers of his desk, random collections littering his shelves, window sill, and closet. There were books everywhere, basically, with a careful system to organize it all -- though they were everywhere, they were in neat stacks and lines, despite the random locations. A closer look showed that they were organized by themes and genre, too (with the exception of his favorites, stashed in the nightstand).

It he knew Luna was delving into mythology, he might be tempted to show her his cache of classics -- it was one of his favorite topics, though he never seemed to mention it. Hell, he didn't mention reading at all, so there was no surprise there. Maybe one day he'd catch Luna with her book and question her about it, see if it was one he had in his library, too.

As it was, the 17 year old was on his way to find Luna just then anyway. He was feeling restless (as usual), had a faint headache (as usual), and was bored out of his goddamn mind (again, as usual). The Fireball shoved a hand through his head, pushing back the mess of darkness, and set off at a brisk pace for Luna's room. Maybe he could coerce her into a sparring session, though she seemed relatively opposed to violence. (A pity.) He was just rounding the corner to her hall when he saw her emerging, and gave a nod.

"Yo," he greeted, stopping and considering, "Wher're you going?"

LUNAFREYA N.F.

✯ — take these broken wings and learn to fly

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To be honest, Luna didn't know much about her apprentice, despite him slowly opening up to her. Perhaps she'd grow close to the younger male as time went on- so she'd have to wait and see how things went.

As she exited her room, the 24 year-old girl noticed Bastille approaching from his own room and she offered a small in his direction. "Good morning, Bastille. I was just on my way on a stroll after some time of reading." Luna said.

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✯ — Luna. The Ascedants. Easy. — ✯

#psychosocial.