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𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑜𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠 🌘 (holyrites) wrote in nevermore_logs,

He made her heart race.

Luna had promised herself that she wasn’t involved in whatever this was with them anymore, and she truly thought she had moved on. But seeing him here brought everything right back: but only the good bits. Seeing him (gods, he was so handsome, it was unreal) made her remember lying in her bed together in that little apartment she’d so briefly owned, made her remember him sliding hands though her hair to hold her close while he fucked her, remembered after Ares when he’d looked at her with such loving sincerity and said I’ll remember you.

Looking at him tonight she didn’t remember a single bad thing, not one cruel word thrown, not one argument, not one hurt. How unimportant those things were, how small and petty when he was looking at her like that.

Someone had to make the first move, and so Luna let it be her. She was unable to take her eyes off Will as she moved towards him and, again, it felt like the crowds were parting just for her, as though just for tonight she had been blessed with all the magic of her gods. She moved through dancers with the ease of a thief god and held herself powerful like a goddess of persuasion.

When Luna came to be standing in front of Will (still shorter than him even in the knee high stiletto boots she wore) her first thought was it’s been so long. But instead what she said to him, in her first words to him in more than a year, was: “You look so good.”