روايات وقصص ضمن Luna Lovegood Aesthetic

Because Luna was upstairs. Luna, who had just turned ten and somehow existed in that impossible in-between place between child and young woman already, all long limbs and sharp intelligence and wild dark curls she hated brushing in the mornings. Luna, who still slept in purple pyjamas with tiny moons printed on them, because she was enough of a child to love matching sleep sets, and old enough to roll her eyes when Nala tucked her in too carefully. Luna, who loved astronomy and graphic novels and terrible reality baking shows. Luna, whose laugh could still make sunlight out of the worst day imaginable. Luna, whose eyes were not Nala’s.

Mum looked so beautiful, with the silver dress she had on, the dress seemed to be made of the finest silver threads, and it was adorned with crystals and diamonds that sparkled like stars in the night sky. She wore a crown meant for the Luna queen. A magnificent creation made of crystal and diamond, that shone with a brilliant light. I looked around the ball room, the guests stared at her in amazement. As they seem to be captivated by her beauty, even I was. The kept on walking as the crowd parted to make a way for them as the walked to the throne where the High priestess stood with a knife and a cup along with a book.

And it grated. Luna fisted her free hand beside her, she turned to look at the woman standing beside Moira. She was tall, around a couple inches taller than her, she looked to be around her age and she was beautiful. She had auburn hair, curled richly to fall down around her shoulders and frame her face. And what a face too, Luna noticed. Bold, enigmatic and exotic, it was a face Luna knew instantly that men would fall for in a heartbeat. While women envied her.

And she owned every bit of it. It shouldn’t have been beautiful on her. It shouldn’t have worked. Mixed colors, frilly patterns, something Selene would have worn with effortless elegance. Aria had always been the opposite…simple, understated, cautious. Yet somehow, she had taken the impossible and made it… undeniable.

Why in the dark forest where monsters lurk around? Is his mother really here? I stared at him, trying to see the resemblance between the people that I know and encounter… His hair is white and his lashes are white too. They are long and thick. His eyes, sparkling like polished gemstones, reflect a myriad of colors, perhaps the vibrant hues of emerald or the deep azure of a clear sky. They radiate both wisdom and a touch of mischief, drawing others into their captivating gaze. His sculpted jawline is perfectly angled, giving him an air of confidence and determination though what he gave me earlier was clear arrogance.

he affirmed. This took Avery aback but she behaved as though nothing was aloof with the little romantic confused speech he had just made so she brushed it off, he couldn't be talking about her now could he? Yeah, she knew he loved her but could he be talking so intently about making her his Luna? "But you are Alpha can't you change these rules?"

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-If I can call it that- with Luna Amelia. “At least you’re punctual,” she said, nodding for me to take place in front of her chair. She held out her arms for Aiden and he went willingly. He just adored attention. “Stand up straight, girl. Let me look at you. What on earth are you wearing?” “My clothes.” I said, ready to defend my ripped jeans and faded Nickelback T-shirt. “What’s wrong with them?” Her blue eyes rolled upwards. “Cassandra, I know you are barely out of your teens, but for the love of the Goddess… A luna must always look at her absolute best. Do you not have any dresses?”