𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑜𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠 🌘 (holyrites) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2021-06-19 20:19:00 |
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The weather in New York was turning into something intolerable to Luna, who had been living in long shirts since the skin had been stripped from her arms. (Five months, Luna had noted when she looked at the calendar on Saturday morning. It had been exactly five months, to the day, since she'd been snatched from the alley behind Illunis.) Sunday afternoon was another far too warm day (86° the old thermometer against the wall claimed) and Luna was fully sunscreened up and out in the garden of the Staten Island property. There were no workmen around today - although the progress inside the house showed how often they were - and the only other souls on the property were Hecate (currently inside) and Serene (currently attempting to help Luna with the weeding). That isolation meant Luna felt comfortable to just be wearing shorts and a tank top, and she didn't even mind how much she was getting scratched up by sticks and vines. Straightening up, Luna ran the back of her arm across her sweaty forehead and smiled at Serene trying her best to remove all the ivy that Luna had already pulled out. 'Remove' might have been generous towards the mess that was being made, but Luna didn't mind mess. She was working on a section in the garden that had clearly once been a beautiful little sitting area, with four benches gathered around a now-crumbling and stagnant fountain, and trellises behind each bench. It seemed to have been all roses at one point (because Luna had founds bits of them) but years and years of neglect had meant that the ivy vines had strangled out everything else in the area. Hecate hadn't even known there were benches here until a few weeks ago. Luna took off a glove so that she could scratch her nose and asked Serene, "do you wanna go put that in the pile over there?" she pointed in the direction and Serene ignored her completely. Hanging around Hecuba really gave one a healthy respect for dogs-that-had-been-people. Not that Hecuba would have chosen to obey such a command. Taking off her second glove, Luna dropped the two of them onto one of the discovered benches and went over to crouch beside Serene and pat her. "Hecate says you've not been getting enough attention," she told Serene. "And I'm here to say that's terrible and I'm going to make up for it." |