Luna did close her eyes then, and she could feel the magic working through her body.
As a child, Luna had wanted nothing more than to grow up to be a witch. Every game was about having magical powers, about dancing around a fire in the woods performing rituals. She used to make up 'spells', which were really just bad poetry and throwing together spices from the kitchen into a saucepan.
Growing up had been the slow realisation that there was no magic in this world to be found, no matter how much she wished for it. She moved away from home and in and out of shitty situations and even though she played with tarot deck and made jokes about her own witchy aesthetics, she knew that the world was only what was on the surface, no deeper waters to be explored.
But then had come Peitho. Peitho who had said, everything you believed and wanted is real and you can be a part of it. There was magic and gods and ghosts and Luna was having her injury healed by the Goddess of Witches herself, and it was a blessing beyond blessings to be gifted what she had always wanted so much.
All the pain, all the difficulties, all the suffering: everything was worth it to be a part of this world, to see the curtain lifted and behold the truth behind it.
She opened her eyes with a smile, and the movement didn't make her cheekbone hurt.