𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑜𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠 🌘 (holyrites) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2020-10-09 16:53:00 |
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In the middle of the night Luna decided she needed to take advantage of the all-night Target that was only 10 minutes walk away, and she and Will went together and she bought armfuls of bedding. Especially if Will was staying over, sheets and blankets and some more pillows were the way to go. (She ended up pulling him into a changing room while they were there and going down on him, but that was his fault for being so distracting.)
By the time Luna got home it was evening. The couch had already been delivered along with one of the prints, and the doorman had someone held her take it upstairs. For a moment she thought it wouldn’t fit through the door, but it eventually slipped inside. From her spot sitting on the newly homed couch, Luna considered that the room needed a nice big rug. The Victorian-style stripy black and white chair in her bedroom back at Peitho’s would have looked great by the window. Luna made herself stop thinking about it. That life was gone now and it wasn’t coming back. Thinking about how much she missed them would only make the ache worse, and she couldn’t dwell any longer. She was moving forward. She had her own place, and had spent the night fucking Will, and she had a paying gig with Merlin that would keep her covered. So why did she still feel so adrift? Was the real Luna out there somewhere, waiting to meet her? She thought she'd already found her in the service of the gods, but that Luna had to go away now. Luna was no longer in service of anything, and it felt bleak. It was hard to muster excitement for her new freedom, when that freedom was a raft on the vast ocean, moving at speeds and directions Luna had no control over. She ordered pizza and set herself up on the couch with her book. Tomorrow. Tomorrow she'd work something out. But Wednesday morning came and Luna found that she couldn't tell whether the raft had drifted while she slept. She rolled over and swung her hand over the edge of the bed, imagining currents against her fingers. She just wanted to reach solid land. Luna forced herself to get out of bed and get dressed, as though Hermes and Peitho would need her at any moment, and sat up on the kitchen bench as she ate her toast. With her other hand she scrolled through job listings. She sighed, hating everything she saw. Luna was supposed to be studying right now, supposed to be a real university student, and instead she was looking at entry level jobs she didn't want. She wanted something that would make her feel needed and important, but none of these things would ever offer the same thrill as belonging to a god. Her phone said it was almost 10am. Luna sighed and tried to focus on the good things going on. Like Will. This thing with Will was so good. She tapped on his last messages and then sent him a text: Hey sugartits, I wanna come fuck your brains out tonight :) So at least she had her evening sorted. But the day, oh, how it spread out before Luna. She tried opening up her novel to work on, but she couldn't concentrate. She got three sentences out before giving up, and deciding to go to the movies. When she finally arrived at Will's apartment in the evening, she was so utterly ready to not just be alone. And when he opened the door she smiled at him sweetly and said, "hi, have you heard the good news about Jesus?" |